Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 45 - The Final Chapter, Part 2
Author's Note: Well, we finally made it... the last chapter of this story... but before we get to that, I would just like to thank everyone who has read this story and left reviews... it means so much to me, and I can promise you that I will be writing a sequel to this story, which will (hopefully) be uploaded onto here very soon.
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.
The Next Day
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
With his eyes closed, the Joker began to think about Harley.
Have I really lost her? The one that I love... who brings the fire to my eyes... who-
"Oooh, just wait until I get my hands on those miserable..."
His thoughts now interrupted, the Joker groaned, saying, "Damn it, lady, do you ever shut the hell up?"
"What's it to you, slime ball?" replied Poison Ivy. "You're the reason we ended up here in the first place, anyway."
"Well, maybe we wouldn't have if you had just kept that unicorn-loving freak away from me-"
The former doctor rolled her eyes, saying, "Oh, please, you were the one who just had to get that psychiatrist woman back in your arms... but instead, we have to spend the rest of our lives inside of this damn cell."
"Not unless I end up killing you first."
"Really?" said Ivy, giving him a smirk. "Well, I would love to see you try, asshole, considering the fact that we're both chained to the wall, sitting on beds across from each other, and all of your fancy little weapons are gone."
The Joker frowned, and mumbled to himself as he laid back down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. "We're done talking."
"I'm not."
"Oh, there's a surprise..."
"You know, out of all the people that..."
Meanwhile, way up above, in the main security room, the warden of the prison was standing by the officer who was in charge of watching all of the cameras, and they were currently watching the one that showed the Joker and Poison Ivy continuing their argument.
"Um, are you sure we shouldn't put them in separate cells, sir?" asked the officer.
The warden shook his head, saying, "Trust me, son, those two will be just fine... there is absolutely no way on Earth to escape that cell."
"Well, what if one kills the other, or..."
"Then, they will be doing all of us a favor," replied the warden.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
"Good morning, handsome," chuckled Harley, as she watched her fiancé wake up.
"Hey, doll face," said Deadshot, smiling at the young woman, and the two of them started to kiss each other passionately.
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
"So, what's the plan for today?" asked Harley, as the two of them began to put on their prison clothes.
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Um, well, I'm pretty sure we'll see Slade and everyone else up at the training yard, so we can start our day there."
She nodded her head, and as Deadshot adjusted his shirt, Harley walked over to the mirror, looking at her reflection. "Shot?"
"Yeah?"
Looking at the small bulge in her stomach, she asked, "Do I look fat yet to you?"
The assassin chuckled, and walked over to her, saying, "Honey, come on, it's only been two months..."
He then wrapped his arms around Harley, bringing his hands over to her stomach so that he could feel the area where the baby was at. "And I already told you that, no matter how you end up looking by the time you reach the ninth month, you'll still be beautiful."
"Oh, yeah, you say that now," pouted the former psychiatrist. "But by the time it comes for our little kid to come out, my whole body is gonna be huge! Even my damn boobs are already growing!"
Deadshot chuckled, and he brought his hands up to her breasts, slowly starting to fondle them. "They seem fine to me."
Harley giggled, and replied, "Don't be such a tease, Shot, our clothes are already on!"
"Whatever the lady wants," replied Deadshot, moving his hands away, but then, to her surprise, he picked her up, and was now holding her bridal style in his arms.
"You like holding me this way, don't you?" asked Harley, giving him a wide grin.
He kissed her softly on the lips, and said, "You could say that."
A few minutes later, Deadshot and Harley were at the training yard, and as she sat on a bench, reading another romance novel, the assassin walked over to Slade, who was standing by the gate.
"Everything cool, man?" asked Deadshot. "And where's everyone else at?"
Slade chuckled, and said, "Yeah, Floyd, I'm fine... and I think the crocodile is enjoying his television while Captain Love Puppy is out doing a job with Flag and Katana."
"Well, good for him, then," replied Deadshot. "I feel like everything's been about me and Harley recently."
"Really?" chuckled Slade. "I had no idea."
Deadshot rolled his eyes, and said, "Oh, ha-ha-ha..."
As she continued reading her novel, Harley found herself talking to the voices in her head again.
So, sweetie, are you happy with the choice you made?
Harley quickly looked over at Deadshot, with Slade, and smiled. Oh, yeah, definitely happy.
Wonderful... your happiness is all that matters to us.
(Annoyed/Sarcastic) Until you start repeating the same damn thing over and over again... 'He loves me, he likes me, he hates me, he f-'
(Reasonable) Hey! Are we going to have another argument?
(Annoyed/Sarcastic) Come on, she's been like that almost every time we pop up! We get it, she's really glad that she played the little game in her old cell, and that she's found Shot, and blah, blah, blah...
(Reasonable) Well, you're just going to have to get used to that, pal, cause we're gonna be in her for a very long time.
Harley simply giggled, and returned to her book.
"Let me ask you a question, Shot..."
"Okay, go ahead..."
Slade gestured his head toward Harley, and asked, "You still worried about Clown Boy coming after her?"
Deadshot chuckled, and replied, "A little, yeah... but like I said yesterday, he and that Ivy chick need to pull something out of Shawshank to get out of the place that they are in right now... so, in the meantime... I'm just gonna make sure she's safe and happy with-"
"Shot! Come here!"
The two of them began to sprint towards Harley, and the assassin asked, "Yeah, what's up? You okay?"
She nodded her head, saying, "Oh, yeah, perfectly fine... except that I'm feeling hungry as hell right now."
Deadshot chuckled, and replied, "Well, maybe you can wait till lunchtime, doll face."
Harley began to pout. "But, Shot, I want to eat right now..."
"I can see that, but we ain't gonna be getting any kind of food until lunchtime, so your hunger craving is going to have to... what are you doing?"
The young woman's eyes were starting to become shiny and watery. "Please, Shot, just find me something to eat... anything..."
Deadshot laughed, and replied, "You must be crazy if you think that's gonna work on me."
Harley started to sob, but the assassin shook his head. "Nope. Ain't gonna work."
Her cries started to become louder. "I'm telling you, it isn't going to work."
She then became silent, for a moment, but before Deadshot could say anything else, Harley began to breakdown into tears.
"Harley, come on, stop... look, I can't just... Jesus, Harley, all you got to do is... *groan*... okay, fine, I'll come back with something!"
As Deadshot began to walk away, Harley's cries slowly began to stop, and she turned to look at Slade. "You think you could find me something to drink?"
Even though she couldn't see his face underneath the mask, Slade raised an eyebrow. Who the hell does she think she's talking to?
"Drink from one of the water fountains out here, Quinn."
"Aw, Slade, come on, I'm sure you can find something better than water."
The mercenary shook his head, and replied, "Your tears aren't gonna work on me, sweetheart. If you're that thirsty, then wait until... you... Harley..."
Slade began to get down on one knee, while Harley, who was now holding his hand, started to squeeze it rather tightly. "Slade... I'm only going to ask you this one more time... can you find me something to drink, please?"
"And I... already told you... that..."
Harley continued to tighten her grip.
"Okay, stop, enough... I'll find something!"
She smiled, and released his hand, saying, "Good... thanks so much!"
As Slade began to walk away, mumbling to himself while rubbing his sore hand, the voices in Harley's head returned.
You know what? This pregnancy thing might not be such a bad thing after all.
Uh-huh, look who's all happy now.
"This is your damn fault," growled Slade, once he had caught up to Deadshot.
"Me? How the hell are you blaming it on me?"
Slade exclaimed, "You're the one who got her freaking pregnant, and now, we gotta find her some damn food and something to drink.
Deadshot rolled his eyes, and said, "Man, just stop complaining, and keep searching before things get worse."
