A/N: This is it guys! The big chapter! I hope it doesn't disappoint. I also apologize if the Australian accent is shit, I've never written accents before but I think it turned out alright. Thank you again to everyone following this story, it means a lot. It's been so long since I've done any writing and the reviews really are love! Keep em coming!


A couple mornings later I woke up bright and early ready to face Rick about the possibility of getting a job at the prison. Looking in the mirror I sighed and taking a pair of scissors trimmed my bangs that were starting to grow too long and falling into my eyes. I honestly couldn't tell you the last time I paid to get my hair cut. It had always seemed smarter to cut it myself and steal the hair dye to get it to it's blue/black color. A touch of eyeliner and some nude lipstick and I felt fairly presentable. After all, I had to treat today like a job interview. Polished and professional grown woman, that's me. Clothing wise I settled on my favourite zebra striped tank top and paired it with a cropped leather vest, black jeans and and a pair of wedge boots. I did a quick little turn in the mirror and shrugged, I could look worse. Today felt big, and I wanted to look as good as possible. Taking a deep breath, I wandered on through to the kitchen where I could see Rick on a stool at the island scarfing down a quick breakfast.

"Morning!" I said cheerfully. He stopped midbite and looked up at me. He scanned my appearance quickly before swallowing. "What's with the fancy getup?"

"Wellll," I said leaning against the counter. "I figured I would do some job hunting. I'm here to start fresh right?"

"I suppose so," Rick replied looking a tad skeptic. "Where exactly were you thinking on applying? Wait don't tell me, the bank!" He laughed and banged the table, amused with his own joke. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Haha so funny, I'm dying over here," I said dryly.

"I'm kidding," Rick said stirring his cereal. "I think it's great, honest. Seriously what did you have in mind?"

"It's funny you asked!" Phew here we go. "I was actually wondering if-" I was abruptly cut off by the piercing ring of a phone. Rick held up his finger and pulled his cell out of his pocket, frowning as he read the caller ID but answering nonetheless.

"Flag here," he answered. I watched him closely as his face took on a number of different expressions. Disbelief, anger, then just plain pissed the fuck off. "I'll be there ASAP," he said finally hanging up. He briskly got up and finally seemed to notice I was still there.

"Emergency at work," he said tersely. I could tell he was trying to maintain his cool but I knew he was hiding something big. I followed him down the hall as he grabbed his jacket and keys. "I have to go now, help yourself to whatever is in the fridge and cupboards."

"Can I come?" I blurted out. He turned to look at me stunned. Then shook his head.

"No, absolutely not, it's-"

"Oh come on!" I interrupted. "Please let me come! I won't get in the way I swear!"

"I said no, it's no place for you," Rick snapped, moving to open the front door. I dashed in front of him and clasped my hands in front of his face.

"Rick I swear if you take me I won't be any trouble. I did fine the other day right? I'm just curious as to how the system works, and what your job entails. I need options right? Maybe I could learn something." We stared at each other for a few seconds before he let out a huff.

"I don't have time for this. Come along then but do exactly as I say."

And just like that we were out the door and I was thanking Jesus for the very first time.

"Heya Charles!" I said happily as the same driver from the day I arrived pulled up to pick us up. He looked at Rick completely flabbergasted and I just continued to smile brightly.

"Don't ask," Rick told him.

"Is this a good idea? To bring her?" I heard him mutter. "Boss is not gonna like it."

"I don't care what she thinks," Rick said silencing him. "Besides, I realized it's safer to have my sister close. Now let's go."

We made it to the prison in record time, Charles was a pretty legit driver, and that's the nicest thing I can say about him. I remained quiet the whole way, contemplating what I had heard and just what was going to happen. I could see as soon as we neared the facility that it wasn't the least bit deserted like last time. Vehicles littered the open space surrounding the outskirts and guards in full riot gear were everywhere. As I stepped out of our SUV I noticed Rick surveying the area with a grimace.

"Stick close to me and behave," Rick ordered from my side. We began walking through the maze of cars heading towards the entrance. I looked around nervously, this really wasn't what I had been expecting.

"Rick," I said softly. "All these people look scared as hell. What exactly is going on?" My big brother gave me a quick glance and rubbed his temple.

"Not like it won't get out anyway," he admitted. "You know how this is a high security prison for criminals?" I nodded. "Well, one of the prisoners here was Harley Quinn herself." I tried to look surprised but thanks to my magic binder I kind of had already figured that.

"So..." I started. "She escaped then?"

"Bingo," agreed Rick. "Only it's worse because it was the Joker himself who broke in and freed the crazy bitch. The whole prison is compromised, my staff is compromised. This doesn't look good on me."

"Did any other prisoners escape?" I asked casually.

"No thank The Lord," Rick replied.

I smiled internally, that meant he was still here. We were let through the entrance and I couldn't help but notice the pitying looks everyone seemed to be giving my half brother. I didn't like it one bit. But then I saw a look of complete irritation cross Ricks face and I swear a vein in his temple throbbed. I looked to where his gaze was turned and noticed a rather intimidating looking middle aged African American woman walking our way. She stopped right in front of us with her arms crossed and lips pursed.

"Well, we sure got a real shit storm on our hands Flag."

"Yes ma'am. I have all my best men on alert and the prison has already been swept twice for any of Joker's accomplices. So far we have the all clear."

"Just consider yourself lucky nobody else got out with her. Harley is no surprise, she's a wild card and the Joker can't seem to be killed. But if I lost any other members of X your head would be on the block, trust me. I'm starting to wonder if you're still the right man to manage this group."

"It won't happen again ma'am, security is being doubled and we are tightening up the background checks," Rick answered calmly.

"Why do you keep calling her ma'am?" I butt in snidely.

This cow of a woman seemed to finally notice my presence and she gave Rick a scowl. "Who is this Flag? She doesn't look like personnel or security to me."

Rick cleared his throat a tad nervously. "She's my younger sister ma'am. Mallory, this is Amanda Waller, she's my boss."

This Waller woman chose to ignore me and instead addressed my brother again.

"And what exactly is she doing here?"

Rick paused and I immediately took my chance.

"I would like a job here!" Both my brother and his boss looked at me in surprise.

"Is that right?" Waller asked. "And what exactly do you think you can do here?"

"Anything I'm needed too," I said honestly. "I know I don't have the training to be a guard or anything like that but there must be other positions."

"You can't be serious -" Rick began but Waller held up her hand and he shut his mouth.

"I'm intrigued," she said turning from me to Rick. "With this break in we find a few of our previous staff have been in league with the Joker and therefore we do find ourselves in need of more help. Tell me Ms. Flag, can you -"

"Um sorry to interrupt you but it's not Flag, its Durnin. Mallory Durnin. Nice to meet you." I said gaining confidence.

Amanda Waller shot a questioning glance at Rick.

"She"s my half sister ma'am, different fathers."

"I see," she said giving me an appraising look. "Ms. Durnin then. How do you feel about helping us get this place back into shape by starting with general duties? Cleaning, filing papers, delivering meals, that sort of thing."

I was about to reply with hell yes, anything you want but Rick as usual had to barge in with his own useless opinion.

"I'd rather she not get too close to the inmates. Absolute avoidance if possible."

Waller gave my brother another one of her seemingly signature scowls and turned to me.

"I'd say that in a place such as this those interactions are clearly unavoidable. Plus I believe Ms. Durnin is capable of answering for herself. Well?"

I nodded eagerly. "I can do anything you give me no problem, happy to do it."

Rick looked at me shocked and a small smile actually spread onto my new bosses face. "She's confident Flag, just like you. She starts immediately."

And just like that Amanda Waller gave me one last glance before turning and walking away, followed quickly by a troupe of guards. I stood there half in shock, half completely ecstatic. Until I saw the look on Ricks face that is. He was raging.

"What the hell do you think you are doin'?" He hissed. "Have you any idea just how damn stupid that was? That woman is not to be messed with, now you're under her thumb, same as me."

We both stood there awkwardly, Rick still fuming while I rocked back and forth on my heels.

"Sooo, can I start now?" Rick looked down at me and shook his head, completely exasperated.

"You really are something else. Fine, come with me. We need to find Gary, he's in charge of general maintenance and facilities."

"You're honestly going to let me work here?" I asked in awe.

"It's out of my hands now, you can think of me as a supervisor, but Amanda Waller is your boss. Don't ever cross her Mallory, ever," he warned. He let out a long sigh. "Mom will probably be pleased if anything, now I don't even have to try to keep my eye on you."

"Yaaaay," I said waving my hands with fake enthusiasm.


I was two hours into my new job, and holy fuck my feet were killing me. Maybe wedges weren't the smartest idea after all, despite how long they made my legs look. My main supervisor, Gary was a man probably entering his early 50's with a tight grey man bun and a stern face. He didn't seem too shaken by the recent events that had occurred and when I questioned him about it he simply shrugged and said when you work with criminals and psychopaths all day one had to have a backbone. Still, Gary was pleasant enough and I liked him alright. He constantly went on about how things had improved at the prison since my brother took over command, and that the inmates received much more decent treatment. Currently he had me working in the kitchen, rushing to help the staff finish up the evening meals for all the prisoners. We were extremely short on staff, with a good part being 'let go' for being discovered as Jokers cronies and another part helping to clean up and repair the mess he had left behind. I had seen the damage with my own eyes and what was left of Harley's cell. And yeah I admit when nobody was looking I may have pocketed her copy of Between the Sheets. It's not like she would be needing it now anyway. Sighing I brushed my hands on the apron they loaned me, wondering how much more of this they would put on the diminished staff. I wasn't much of a cook, which was well and good I supposed, considering the food they had us prepare was questionable at best. According to Gary it used to be much worse, and I dreaded to think about what that must have been like. I was just finishing up and washing my hands when a female guard marched in, a string of curses rolling of her tongue.

"That damn stupid crazy motherfucking rude chauvinistic pig! I've had it! Why do they put me in charge of the mad Aussie? Every time! Well I don't care if I get crap for it, this is the last straw! One of you can take him his meal, I refuse!"

The five of us gathered in the kitchen stared at her startled before one of the more senior ladies spoke up.

"That's not really in our job description," she began but the guard shut her down.

"Shove your stinking job description. I'm not doing it!"

I took a deep breath and calmly spoke up. "I'll do it."

Every face turned to look at me, the guard herself looked baffled, then suddenly burst out laughing. "You will huh? Who are you anyway? You're not dressed like normal staff."

"Amanda Waller hired me on the spot today," I said sharply. "Rick Flag is my brother, I'm sure you know who he is."

The guards eyes widened with recognition. "Ah, you were the young woman with him the other day, it all makes sense. Well, good luck missy. Go right ahead if you think you can handle it. If I get shit from Flag it's on you though, you volunteered."

"You don't have to worry about my brother," I told her.

"Good. I take it you remember where his cell is?" I nodded and moved to grab the dish I knew from the start was his. The senior lady stepped forward and tried to block me.

"You can't go on your own, she should at least escort you," she said giving the guard a nasty look. "Gary won't like this, neither will Mr. Flag."

"What part of I am done do you not understand Claudia? I'll take the consequences but if the girl thinks she can do it go ahead and let her. Any sister of Flag's is more than capable I'm sure," the guard sneered.

"I got this," I told Claudia picking up the tray. "He's behind a reinforced door that I don't even have access to open. I simply slide down the small window, push the grub in and voila. Easy right?"

Claudia gave me a tight smile. "Right. Go on then, be careful. He's a rude one."

"Understatement of the year," the female guard muttered. "Have fun sweetie."

"Oh I'm sure I will sweetie," I snapped back. The funny part was, I wasn't being even a bit sarcastic. I was shivering with glee as I made my way through the halls down to where I knew his cell was located. When I reached it, I stood across from the door, simply staring as I tried to stop my hands from shaking and dropping the dish. Come on Mallory suck it up, why are you so nervous? You've been waiting for this, it should be easy. Taking a deep breath in I slid over to the door and reached for the steel slat. Keeping out of sight I gripped the small handle, pulling it down with a swift yank. There was a moment of dead silence and then suddenly his voice rang out, echoing along the cells walls.

"Where are ya, ya bloody cunt! Let me out! Now! Let me out so I can give ya the lashing your mad sheila ass threatened to give me! Come on, where are ya?!"

"I may be a mad sheila yes but I'm no cunt," I said sweetly, finally peering into the small opening. And there he was, the captain himself. His blue eyes widened with obvious surprise before narrowing in on me.

"An' who the fuckin' hell are you?"

I smiled at him and presented the small silver dish.

"Here to deliver the evening meal of course. Seems like your guard wasn't too happy to have the job."

He ignored the dish and scoffed at me. "An' you are eh?"

"Of course! Not every day a girl gets to meet a real captain."

I could tell I was striking his curiosity and he rested his head against the small gap.

"Yur a might bit prettier than the previous sheila," he said with a wink. "An' lookit ya tryin' ta sweet talk me. Make the ole captain blush."

"I can't help it," I said with a mild shrug. "I have a fetish for men who have fetishes for pink unicorns." Captain Boomerang smiled widely at me, leaning as far towards me as he possibly could, his gold tooth glinting in the small ray of light shining through the hallway.

"What's yur name darlin'?"

I hesitated for a moment. Should I tell him? I was playing with fire and this was the make it or break it moment. Rick would be furious. I grinned.

"It's Mallory, but you can call me Mal...Captain."