Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 44 - The Final Chapter, 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!
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.
Previously...
Several hours after returning from Slade's room, Harley was sound asleep until she felt Deadshot wake her up.
"What time is it?" mumbled Harley.
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "It's almost six in the morning, doll face..."
Harley groaned, and replied, "Well, you better have woken me up for something important..."
"It is, trust me..." Deadshot then let out a sigh, and added, "Look, if, by some miracle or something, we end up running into Clown Boy again... I need you to kill me."
That definitely woke up Harley. "Wait, what?!"
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Not literally kill me, Harley, just make it look convincing enough so that Joker thinks you've gone back to him."
She rolled her eyes, and replied, "Oh, please, like that will ever work..."
"Wanna bet?"
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...
"Look, handsome, I never actually agreed to that bet."
Deadshot just laughed, and shook his head. "It's fine, Harley... but I did tell you, didn't I?"
"Oh, whatever," said Harley. "So, again, what do we do now?"
"You go and deal with that Pamela lady," replied Deadshot. "I'll take care of Clown Boy."
"What about the Batman?"
Deadshot sighed, and said, "Let's just say that I'm gonna end up doing something that I am going to regret..."
Harley just gave him a confused look.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance," growled Batman, who was holding onto his enemy from the shirt collar.
As their fight continued on, neither one showed signs of slowing down, but they weren't exactly feeling like brand new at the moment.
"Well, then, I guess that's something you'll have to live with for the rest of your life," taunted the Joker. "Either that, or the fact that you weren't able to save your trustful servant or Selina..."
"I thought you said..."
The Joker shrugged his shoulders. "I can't help the fact that not all of my men aren't able to follow my orders. Sometimes it comes in handy... other times, well..."
"You son of a... you're lying," said Batman.
His arch-enemy replied, "Maybe I am, maybe not... I guess you'll have to find out for yourself, won't you?"
Alfred... Selina...
Batman released the Joker from his grip, and as he fell to the ground, the Dark Knight said, "It didn't have to be this way, Joker... you could have been someone else."
The Joker rolled his eyes. "What fun would that have been, Batsy? Why would I choose to be a disfigured outcast when I can be a notorious Crime God?"
Giving his longtime foe a grin, he added, "And why would someone like you want to be an orphaned boy when you can be a superhero?"
Batman didn't give an answer, so instead, as he headed back to the Batmobile, the Joker cried out, "Until we meet again, Batman!"
"Oh, trust me, there won't be a next time..."
The Joker then began to frown, and started turning around. "Who in the hell-"
Whack!
As he fell to the ground, the Joker rubbed his jaw, and looked up at the person standing in front of him. "Impossible... you're supposed to be dead."
"That's how I felt about you, Clown Boy," replied Deadshot. "But, here we are... and this time, I'm going to make sure you stay dead."
The Joker gritted his teeth, and was about to respond when he saw something, from the corner of his eye, that brought a smile to his face.
"Well, if that's how it is, Floyd... then I can promise you that someone will die tonight... and I think I know who the first candidate can be."
Deadshot frowned, confused, and asked, "Who in the hell are you talking about?"
Instead of speaking his answer, the Joker pulled out a miniature gun, and fired some more of the chemical gas that had previously been inside Deadshot's internal system.
"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me!" yelled Deadshot, closing his eyes, and trying his best to make the mist and smoke disappear as quickly as possible.
After a minute or so, however, the assassin opened his eyes to see the Joker, now standing a few feet away, aiming a gun at-
"Harley!" cried Deadshot, now running towards them.
But after the assassin had reached the halfway point, the Joker cried out, "Move one more inch, and I shoot a bullet into her stomach!"
Deadshot stopped in his tracks, keeping 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 other hand.
"Puddin... please... don't..."
Looking at the young woman, the Joker shook his head. "You don't get to decide anymore what I can and can't do, you filthy traitor."
Come on, Lawton, think, think! Deadshot gritted his teeth, and exclaimed, "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, the 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!
"Harley!"
The Joker frowned, and said, "Damn it, I missed..."
As Harley began to cry out in pain, Deadshot used whatever he had in his suit's pockets to stop her right arm from bleeding.
"No matter," laughed the Joker. "This last one should do the trick!"
Boom!
Poof!
After the bullet had been fired, the Joker - now speechless - dropped the gun to the floor, and turned to see the newcomer that had arrived.
"Don't mess with my friends," growled Boomerang.
"My hero," sighed Harley, giving her friend a small smile, while Deadshot let out a chuckle, and rolled his eyes.
The Joker, meanwhile, blinked his own 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, trying to ignore the pain coming from her bandaged arm.
"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, Floyd..."
Looking at his evil foe, the assassin began to walk towards him... leaving his weapons on the ground, which made the Joker raise his eyebrows.
"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.
And so, the Joker and Deadshot began their fistfight, going blow-for-blow with each other.
"What makes you think you can stop me, huh?" laughed the Joker, as he kicked Deadshot in the chest. "Not even the Batman can stop me..."
Before giving his response, Deadshot quickly performed a leg sweep, knocking his enemy to the ground. "Well, that's the difference between me and him. He chose not to kill you, but in a moment or two, I have no regrets in ending your life."
"Well, what about Harley?"
Whack!
Deadshot frowned, and said, "What about her?"
to kikkPow!
"You're actually going to kill me in front of the woman we both love?"
Wham!
"She sure as hell don't love you no more, Clown Boy."
Pow!
"Has she ever told you that herself?"
Thud!
"She doesn't have to, man, I know she does."
Before the Joker could say anything else, Deadshot suddenly had him in a choke-hold, and was preparing to snap his neck. "If Superman didn't have any problem with this, then I see no reason to-"
"Shot, wait!"
The two of them looked over at Harley, who was standing a few feet away from them, and Deadshot looked over at Boomerang (who was a little farther away), with the thief giving an apologetic shrug.
"Don't kill him..."
Deadshot loosened his grip on the Joker, but he was holding him in a tight grasp. "Harley... this asshole deserves to die... he's come very close to killing you and me, as well as our child... and I ain't about to let him do that anymore."
"I know what he's done, Shot," responded Harley. "But I don't want you to kill him."
The Joker started to smile, but then, Deadshot said, "Man, you better wipe that damn grin off your face right now... and, seriously, Harley, do you realize what you are saying right now?"
"Look, I know it doesn't make sense right now," explained Harley. "But I..."
She started to hesitate, with the voices inside of her head helping her realize that this was the moment where she would finally "choose" who she wanted to be with.
"You what?" said the Joker and Deadshot, at the same time.
Harley let out a sigh, and said, "I love you, Floyd, but... a part of me still loves him."
Deadshot was about to respond when Harley held up her hand. "Let me finish... I don't want to be with him anymore, but I couldn't live with myself if I saw him die in front of my own eyes. I already knew how it felt the first time."
Remembering the way she had looked that night, in Midway City, sitting on top of the vehicle, Deadshot simply frowned, and said, "Harley... if I let this guy live, we all know he's going to try and do some sort of shit like this again."
"He's got a point," replied the Joker, shrugging his shoulders.
For a moment, Deadshot tightened his grip around the Joker's neck. "Okay, all right, I was kidding!"
As for Harley, she said, "I know, Shot... but that's why they invented solitary confinement."
The Joker started to laugh, saying, "Harley, sweetheart, there is no prison in Gotham City that can hold me."
She looked at her former boyfriend, and said, "I never said you'd be locked away in Gotham, Puddin'..."
The Joker frowned, confused, and asked, "Well, then where exactly are you talking about?"
Wham!
"What did you do that for?"
As Deadshot released the unconscious Joker from his grip, he replied, "I figured it would be better if he didn't know until he got to the actual prison."
Then, looking over at Harley, he said, "So, let me get this straight... you love me..."
Harley nodded her head. "I do."
"But part of you also loves this guy..."
She replied, "That part's gonna stay with me, no matter what I do."
Deadshot sighed, and said, "Well... can't say I am particularly thrilled about that, but..."
"Yeah, I know, you don't wanna see me hurt," finished Harley, giving him a smile.
What happened next seem to occur very fast... well, for Harley, at least, or maybe that was how it felt for pregnant woman. She didn't really know. Or care, to be honest.
Not long after Deadshot had knocked out the Joker, Rick and Slade had arrived, along with several armed forces and police officers.
"How'd it go with the Ivy chick?" Deadshot had asked.
Slade had shaken his head, and told him, "Lawton, trust me... you don't wanna know... but let's just say she'll have been being this guy's cell mate at wherever the hell they get taken to."
"Which is where again, exactly?" asked Boomerang.
According to Rick, it was the maximum security prison out in Lancaster, Massachusetts, and Deadshot had let out a whistle, saying, "Wow, I've heard some things about that place... they'd have to pull something out of Shawshank to get out of there."
So, after the Joker had been taken away, the rest of the Squad were taken back to Belle Reve by Rick, and found themselves being greeted by Waller.
"Well, I would love to hear what you have to say to us right now," said Deadshot, once he saw her.
To everyone's surprise, Waller simply said, "I'll tell you my thoughts another time, Lawton... in the meantime, you have a prison cell to return to."
So, not wanting to cause any more trouble, the assassin and former psychiatrist, as well as the mercenary and reptilian thief, entered the prison gates, and Boomerang was about to follow them when Rick said, "Hold up a sec, I need you to come with me."
"For what exactly?"
"To help us with something important."
Boomerang turned to the side, and saw Katana, who was standing by a parked taxi.
"What the... how long you been there?"
"Long enough," replied Katana. "So, you want to help or not?"
The thief chuckled, and said, "Well, I mean, hell yeah, but-"
"Good. I will meet you and Rick at the airport."
Before Boomerang could say anything else, Katana entered the taxi, and he watched the vehicle drive away, saying, "Nice talking to you."
"Aw, cheer up, man," replied Rick. "You'll have plenty of time to talk to her soon."
Inside the prison, Killer Croc had already returned to his cell, with his high-def television playing the HBO channel, and Slade was about to enter his own cell, but not before having one more conversation with Deadshot and Harley.
"You know, this might actually be kind of fun," said Slade.
"Fun how?" asked Deadshot.
He looked at his old friend, and said, "You still owe me a one-on-one rematch, Lawton, and I would love to have everyone hear watch me kick your ass."
"Oooh, I'll get the popcorn!" exclaimed Harley.
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "We'll see about that, Wilson... like I said, things have changed since then.
"I'm looking forward to it," replied Slade, and he went into his cell, with the door automatically closing behind him.
A few hours later, as the midnight hour approached, an unclothed Harley was laying in the bed, next to Deadshot, who was only half-clothed. "So, what happens now?"
"Well, I think we should prepare for the baby's arrival," replied Deadshot.
"But that won't be for another eight months or so..."
The assassin chuckled, and said, "No reason we can't start early. I just don't want anything to go wrong."
Harley gave him a passionate kiss, and said, "Well, if that's the case... I want to pick the name of our little girl."
"Hey, we don't know yet if it's a boy or girl," replied Deadshot.
"Well, you ain't the one carrying the baby, handsome," said Harley. "And I'm saying that Rachel is a girl."
"Rachel?" Deadshot tried his best not to laugh. "Why the hell would you pick a name like that?"
"Well, I was gonna go with Jennifer or Angelina," replied Harley. "But Ben and Brad kinda ruined it for me, so I figured to just go with Rachel."
The assassin rolled his eyes, and said, "All right, well, we'll see if you change your mind by the time the baby comes."
"Eh, I probably will, to be honest," replied Harley.
Deadshot looked at her, and he started to laugh. "You are something else, doll face... but that's what I love about you."
Harley simply smiled at the assassin, and started to kiss him slowly and deeply, full of intense passion and love.
After she pulled away, the young woman replied, "I love you, too..."
