Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 40 - The Penultimate Peril (Part 1)
Author's Note: A bit of a warning... I never really read a lot of DC comic books as a kid, so instead, I watched the cartoons and tv shows and animated/live-action movies and whatnot.
So, there may be certain times in the story where the characters may seem OOC, and for that, I do apologize, cause I am simply going from what I've seen on film and television, as well as the Internet.
Also, thank you so much to everyone who's been enjoying the story and leaving reviews, I really appreciate it... and as a reminder, I will be posting a crossover story that takes place in this "story universe", but will feature the TEEN TITANS GO characters... it'll be loads of fun.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of "Suicide Squad", the DCEU, its characters, etc, and I am the rightful owner of this story, the characters I create, etc.
Sometime Later...
Just as Harley and Killer Croc were about to reach the final moments of their fight, Boomerang suddenly yelled, "Hold up a sec, don't fight yet!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" growled Killer Croc.
The thief chuckled nervously, and asked, "Anyone here got some kind of charger?"
Amylase rolled her eyes, and was about to say something when a bullet came from out of nowhere, and barely missed her head by a few inches.
"Let's call that my final warning," said Deadshot, slowly getting up and away from the control panel.
Slade was about to get up and offer his help, but Deadshot replied, "Nah, man, stay back, I got this one."
"Be careful what you say, Lawton," said Amylase. "You may regret later on that he didn't help you."
Harley was just silently staring at the two of them, waiting for Amylase's next order.
"Look, I am tired of doing away with all your damn plant freaks," exclaimed Deadshot. "And frankly, Pamela, I'm getting tired of you."
The villanious woman laughed, and said, "At last, someone has figured it out. You're a lot smarter than I thought you were."
Deadshot chuckled, and replied, "Thanks... but you're a lot dumber than I took you for... since you're about to die soon."
Pamela shook her head, and said, "Oh, I am afraid not, Lawton... none of you realize it, but this city, as well as Gotham, are slowly about to belong to me."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, you'll see," grinned Pamela. "But in the meantime, I'll let my new friend take care of you."
"Again, what in the hell-" began Deadshot, but before he could finish, Harley used her "new powers" to send him flying back into the panel.
As for Pamela, she began to disappear into the shadows, saying, "Till we meet again, my friends..."
Deadshot groaned, and said, "Okay, this damn thing has to blow up sometime."
"Frankly, mate, I'm sort of glad it hasn't yet," replied Boomerang.
The two of them, along with Slade, looked over at Harley, who still looked different since receiving a "kiss" from Pamela.
"Now, then, which of you shall I kill first" asked Harley.
Boomerang shook his head, and said, "Man, that girl must be inside your head or something! We're your friends, Harley!"
All of a sudden, Harley's eyes began to glow white as she raised her hand at Boomerang, who suddenly felt electricity going through his body.
"For fuck's sake, what the hell is with this damn electric shit?!"
Harley began to cackle, an evil grin on her face, and was about to-
Wham!
"Better?"
Killer Croc set down the now-broken computer onto the ground, and everyone else looked at the now-knocked-out-cold Harley.
"You couldn't have done that before she shocked me?" exclaimed Boomerang.
"Hey, next time, you try to fight her for that long," growled Croc.
"Look, stop it, all right?" said Deadshot. "Let's just get the hell out of here."
So, Killer Croc helped the rest of the team get away from the control panel, and Deadshot walked over to Harley, picking her up, then carrying her bridal-style in his arms.
"All right, Floyd, so how exactly are we going to get out of here?" asked Slade, as they began to leave the lab.
"Well, I think we should-"
Ka-Boom!
As the Squad started to run, Deadshot yelled, "Oh, sure, now it decides to blow the hell up!"
"Not helping us, Lawton," cried Slade.
"Man, don't start with me," yelled back Deadshot, who then looked at the woman in his arms, wondering what was going on inside her head.
"Harley, look at me!"
She turned to see Deadshot's face, full of compassion and love. "We're gonna get out of here, okay?"
"B-but... the water... my ribs..."
Deadshot went over to unlock her seat belt, while also trying to make sure he didn't make her injuries any worse.
"We're gonna make it, Harley, okay, just trust me-"
All of a sudden, everything became blurry, and Harley could barely see someone opening the door that was next to Deadshot.
"Floyd, let's go!"
That voice again... the young man...
"No, save her first!" yelled Deadshot.
The newcomer cried, "Floyd, come on, we have to-"
"Save the girl!"
By now, the vehicle was 90% full of water, and Harley was starting to see black.
"Harley!"
When the Squad had finally been able to return to the hotel, they had all gone into Deadshot and Harley's room, where the assassin had laid her down on the bed.
"Boomerang, get me a wet towel or somethin' to put on her head."
While the thief went to do as he was instructed, Slade started to make a call to Waller.
Ring-ring... ring-ring... CLICK!
"What happened?"
Slade sighed, and said, "Well, we got the Pamela woman to leave Jump City, but it looks like she's heading now over to Gotham."
"Well, that would explain the Joker..."
"What do you mean the Joker?"
"What?!" growled Deadshot, after hearing his friend's question, so after Boomerang had put a wet and cold towel on Harley's forehead, he was handed the phone by Slade.
"How the hell can Clown Boy be alive? Axis Chemicals was blown up to hell!"
"Well, apparently, he was able to cheat death again..."
Deadshot tried to be as calm as possible. "Okay, so what do we now?"
"You try to heal Harley... and then, return to Belle Reve."
"And after that?"
"Nothing..."
Slade sighed, knowing that wasn't going to help Deadshot remain calm.
"What the hell do you mean 'nothing', Waller? I need to make sure that asshole stays dead."
Waller sighed, knowing that he, too, did not want to hear this, but she remembered the final words Bruce Wayne had told her before he had left that night.
"Look, this feud with the Joker has gotten too personal for you, Lawton... you should worry about making sure Harley and your child are safe."
"But yet you expect all of us to do nothing while Clown Boy and Plant Bitch try to take over Gotham?"
Waller replied, "They are not going to take over this city, Lawton... some other people are already taking care of it."
"What other people? More meta humans? The damn Bat?"
"Exactly..." said Waller, before hanging up the phone, and ending the conversation.
"Waller, you better tell me who the hell-" began Deadshot, but then, he heard the sound of Waller hanging up.
Slade carefully took back the phone from Deadshot, and asked, "What happened?"
"She wants us to go back to the damn prison after Harley's feeling better," replied the assassin.
Boomerang, who had replaced Harley's forehead towel with another one, exclaimed, "Well, hell, how does that solve anything? Gotham's gonna be burned to the ground or something!"
Deadshot shook his head, saying, "Nuh-uh... I may not feel like Batman, for now... but if anyone's gonna put an end to Clown Boy, it's gonna be me."
Slade chuckled, and replied, "Now, there is the deadly assassin that I remember. Mind if I tag along?"
"No problem."
"Uh, guys?" said Killer Croc. "What about Harley?"
Deadshot sat down next to the resting woman, and said, "She's going back to prison. And you two are taking her back."
"Er, I don't think she's gonna like that idea, mate," replied Boomerang.
Killer Croc nodded, agreeing with his teammate, but Deadshot said, "Well, she has to... I am not going to lose her and my child because of this stupid thing I got with that damn psychotic clown... I'm killing the Joker..."
Gotham City
As he stood by the fireplace, the Joker looked out of the window, and began to laugh.
"Come to me, Floyd... by now, you're just as damaged as I am... and I know that you think killing me will put an end to that..."
Then, he sighed. "But there's a certain Bat that also wants revenge ever since I took someone special from him."
Joker watched the fire slowly continue to grow.
"The end is near, my friends... ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
