A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you for the reviews/follows! I hope you all enjoyed the introduction of Captain Boomerang! I went and saw the movie again and made a few changes to a couple small mistakes in previous chapters. I'm really hoping to get the story rolling now. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!


"WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU"RE DOIN?"

Cue the moment being completely interrupted by none other than big brother himself. Probably under the misconception that he was coming to save the day like a good Navy Seal. Rick's face was bright red and his boots squeaked as he marched towards me down the concrete corridor.

"I almost thought it was some sort a' sick joke when Claudia told me you were down here," Rick seethed. "Now I see with my own eyes, you Mallory pulling your stupidest stunt yet!"

"Oi, how's it hangin' Flag," Boomerang chimed in, giving a small wave through his slot in the door.

"I don't got time for your bullshit," Rick snapped back. The Captain faked a wounded face and I tried to hide my smile.

"That hurts mate, after all we been through together, and not even one visit."

"You harass the guards, trash your cell and won't keep your damn mouth shut. You don't need visits from anybody, let alone my sister," Rick said giving him a dirty look.

Boomerang raised his eyebrows in surprise and gave me an appraising scan up and down.

"Sister eh? Now that's interestin'. I'm glad you look nothin alike sheila," he observed, giving me a wink.

"Alright, visits over," Rick said sharply as he slammed the slot in the cell door closed.

I could vaguely here the Captain on the other side of the door letting out what sounded like a colourful string of curses. Rick gave me a long angry stare then turning away motioned for me to follow. I strolled along side him playing with my hair and we shared a short awkward silence before I finally broke it.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Not nice? Some of these people don't deserve nice Mallory. You seem to forget that their criminals. And you are way up shit creek right now. Mind telling me exactly what it was you thought you were doing?"

"I was trying to help," I replied. That part was actually mostly true. "The guard was a total cow, and it's not like I was in any real danger. I mean, he can't get out right?"

Rick looked at me from the corner of his eye, contemplating what I said.

"You weren't scared at all?" He asked curiously.

I shook my head. "Nope. Besides I can fend for myself ya know. You seem to forget I can deliver a mean uppercut."

"I'm not sure if I should be relieved or worried. I ain't completely cold hearted ya know. Some of these guys, well maybe they aren't all bad deep down. But it doesn't mean they ain't dangerous. Especially him. He's a known escape artist Mallory. I can't let that shit happen again, not after this morning."

"Has there been any word? On the Joker or Harley?" I questioned.

Rick sighed and shook his head. "No, it seems their off the grid for now. But I'm going to have to take a much more active part in this prison from here on out. And if you're gonna continue to work here, you need to watch yourself. I want to be able to trust you Mallory."

I gave him the biggest, cheesiest grin I could muster. "No problemo big bro."


It was a week later, a Friday to be exact. So far things at the prison had been going great, well as good as they could be anyway. I mean it was a high security prison after all. Plus all the enclosed spaces, surrounding concrete and dim lights weren't exactly five star. I started dressing in layers to try and prevent the constant cold from creeping in. I had also seemed to secure a spot working in the kitchen, apparently the few other women working there saw me as some sort of badass and liked having me around. Rick wasn't fond of it, and he made me swear not to deliver any more meals no matter what, much to my extreme displeasure. My meeting with George 'Digger' Harkness aka Captain Boomerang had left an impression, and I found myself replaying it over and over again in my head. I had tried with no luck to find a way to get back down to his cell but Rick had eyes on me everywhere. All he did was laugh a little too hard at my 'I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself' argument. Currently I was on my way to meet Rick in his office, and although I was tempted to take a route past Boomerangs cell, I knew my thoughtful brother had placed a new guard outside it. One who despite my best attempts didn't take puppy eyes or a saucy wink as a good enough reason...he was good at his job, I could give him that.

Arriving at Ricks office door I gave it a couple hard knocks and after a moment it opened, but it wasn't Rick who let me in. No, I was looking up into the not so friendly face of Amanda Waller.

"Ms. Durnin," she said widening the door. "Come on in and take a seat."

Hesitantly I stepped inside and saw Rick already occupying a chair opposite his desk, with an empty seat next to him, which I promptly plopped myself into. He gave me an irritated look and I knew instantly something was not right. I sat up a bit straighter in my chair as Waller moved around the desk, taking the chair normally reserved for Rick himself on the other side. She folded her hands in front of her and looked at us both calmly.

"Either of you have a clue why we're all here?" She asked but she was looking straight at me.

"No ma'am," Rick answered, his teeth clenched. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.

"You should have known I'd find out Rick," she turned to my brother now. "You know if someone is going to work here I'm going to know every single damn move they've made or will make. Your little sister here has quite the rap sheet as it turns out. Should have gone to jail for what she did and yet somehow got a free pass. Do you know why that is?"

Rick adjusted himself in his seat nervously. "I may have had a part yeah. She's my kin after all. It was a mistake, she didn't know what she was getting herself into."

"Is that right?" Waller asked. "Because I think she knew exactly what she was doing Colonel."

At this point I was growing just as uncomfortable as my brother, as much as I didn't want to admit it I had always been dead grateful he kept me out of prison. The thought of having to go now made goosebumps break out along my arms.

"But don't be mistaken, I'm not mad," Waller added, giving us a light smirk. "In fact, I think your sister can do some good."

"No!" Rick burst out, slamming his fist on the desk. Amanda Waller raised an eyebrow at him.

"I know what your thinkin' Waller and it's not going to fly. My sister may have made mistakes but she ain't a bad person. She ain't one of them."

"I'm not saying she is Flag. In fact I think you misunderstand me entirely. I have another job for your sister," Waller turned to me as I simply sat there playing with the string on my hoodie trying to control my nerves.

"Ms. Durnin. How would you like to run a recreation session here at the prison?"

"I...come again?" I asked completely bewildered. I turned to Rick and he was gaping at Waller in disbelief.

"I have a special team made up of prisoners in this facility. A team that may come in handy soon and I need them to be compliant. We've already granted a few of them with certain small luxuries but I feel a bigger change is in order. Now, I'm not doing this to be nice, believe you me. I'm doing this in the hopes that the next time shit needs to get done, it's done with as little fuss as possible." She was staring directly at Rick as she said this last part, giving him a stern look.

"I suppose I don't get a say in this whatsoever," Rick grumbled. Waller leaned back in her chair looking smug.

"No you really don't. Remember, your sister isn't the only person I'm keeping out of prison."

Ricks knuckles went white as he gripped the sides of his chair, his jaw working to keep silent. I cleared my throat and Waller turned her attention to me.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Currently I'm having the old space that Harley Quinn occupied made into a recreation area for the prisoners. It's secure but has natural light and enough room for the prisoners to go once a day and stretch their legs. We will have guards standing by but I would like you to run this. Get them to interact, participate in activities, become a better team overall."

"What makes you think my sister is capable of handling something like this?" Rick snapped finally. I glared at him which he ignored.

"I think your sister can relate to them," Waller said with a smile. "Also, because I said so. Unless you think she would be better off in a cell of her own."

Rick looked down at his lap, lacking a response.

"So," Waller continued, rising from her chair. "Can you handle it ?"