Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 42 (Teaser)
Author's Note - Don't worry, I have not forgotten about this story, just trying to make sure to end it on a good note, and then continue w/the sequel... if you all want one, that is
But until then, here's a little tease at what I have planned for something in one of the final chapters...
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"Move one more inch, and I shoot a bullet into her stomach!"
Deadshot stopped in his tracks, but kept his eyes on the Joker, who had one arm around Harley's neck, and was pointing a gun at her slightly growing belly with the othet hand.
"Puddin... please... don't..."
Joker shook his head. "You don't get to decide anymore what I can and can't do, you filthy traitor."
Deadshot growled, and said, "Look, Clown Boy, this is between you and me right now... Leave her out of this... me and you can fight one-on-one, man to man."
To his surprise, Joker released Harley from his grip, but said nothing as she began running towards Deadshot.
"Shh, shh, it's okay... I'm right here with you, doll face," said the assassin, trying to comfort the sobbing young woman in his arms... not noticing the Joker's evil grin as the villanious monster raised up his gun.
Boom! Cling!
Deadshot and Harley... and even the Joker were speechless.
"Don't mess with my friends," growled Boomerang.
The Joker blinked his eyes a few times, and said, "I... cannot... believe... I was stopped by a damn toy."
Deadshot looked at the now-exploded stuffed animal, and said, "Sorry, man, I know Harley just fixed it for you."
"Nah, that one's in a safe place," replied the thief. "I used a backup."
"Okay, sorry to interrupt this sweet moment," said the Joker. "But I have places to be, and people to kill."
Deadshot frowned, and looked over at Boomerang. "Take Harley out of here. Get her some place safe."
"No, I'm not leaving you," cried Harley.
"Look, doll face, I promise I'll be okay," replied Deadshot. "I just want to deal with this clown once and for all."
The Joker chuckled, and said, "I have heard that so many times..."
Looking at his evil foe, the assassin began to walk towards him... leaving his weapons on the ground.
"Well, I must admit, I am surprised," said the Joker. "No big or loaded guns?"
Deadshot shook his head. "I wanted us to settle this old-school... like men..."
The Joker let out another laugh.
"Unless you want to prove to us all that you're just a pasty-ass pussy."
The Joker frowned, and he started to roll up his sleeves.
"All right, Floyd... if that's how you want to end the game, then so be it."
"Oh, trust me, I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this," grinned Deadshot.
From their safe spot a few feet away, Harley watched as she quietly hoped for-
"Harley! Stay right there!"
She turned around, afraid for her friend, but to her surprise, the former psychiatrist found him holding up his phone, as if he was about to take a picture.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to catch... ah-ha, hell yeah, got him!"
Harley just gave him a look, and Boomerang said, "What? Everyone plays this thing."
She shook her head, but found herself chuckling. "What the hell is wrong with us?"
Boomerang laughed, and he said, "Nothing... it's actually what the hell is wrong with everyone else.
