A/N: So things are finally getting going! I didn't want to rush this story, I want everything to flow and be as realistic as possible so thank you all for bearing with me! I know some of you are dying for more Captain and I'm more than happy to deliver. Again thank you all for the feedback, it means so much!


I was too caught up in the fact that the actual Captain Boomerang had his arm around me that I almost didn't notice the presence standing behind me until I saw the other three sitting across from us go still. I looked over my shoulder and Katana stood right behind the two of us with her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"I don't think Colonel Flag would be too pleased to see your filthy hands on his sister." This was the first I'd heard her speak in English and her words were soft but laced with a warning.

"I don't see er' complain," the Captain said giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Ya a lil jealous love?" As soon as my heart went up at his touch, it plummeted back down. I narrowed my eyes at the both of them. What was that supposed to mean?

"Watch yourself," Katana said to me while stepping away backwards. "This one has no honour among women. Call me if he tries anything further."

"I can't help but feel like I'm missing something," I wondered aloud, looking around at the team for answers.

"Hombre hit on Katana a couple times back in Midway," Diablo replied with a smirk.

"Ey, thanks skull face," Digger said giving him the finger. He turned to me and flashed a smile. "Was only teasin', Asian chicks ain't my type anyway."

"Cause she straight up shut you down man," Deadshot added in. Killer croc let out a throaty chuckle.

"Well don't I feel special," I muttered shoving Captains arm off. He pouted at me and tried to put it back but I smacked him away.

"If you ever want to throw a boomerang again don't test me Dundee," I snapped. That got a good round of laughter going from the rest of the guys. Digger shot me a wounded look before glaring at all of them.

"Got a feisty one here," Deadshot said with an appreciative look. "What was your name again? Mallory?"

"Yeah Mallory, but you can call me Mal," I answered with a nod.

"I take it you and Flag don't share a daddy?" Deadshot asked.

"You'd be right," I replied. People usually seemed confused when they found out we had different last names, like it never occurred to them that it was possible.

"Where's good ole dad now?" Digger questioned, trying to rejoin the conversation. I sighed and tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

"Good ole dad took off when I was three. Parenting was never his style I guess."

Deadshot actually seemed to look angry by this fact. "That's not right," he said sharply. "Man should never abandon his child."

"He should have cherished you like nothing else," El Diablo put in quietly.

"Well I can't exactly use it as an excuse but he was an Irishman with a drinking problem. Can't get much more stereotypical than that," I huffed. "But I got my lovely pale skin out of it so that's a positive."

"What about you?" Croc asked. "Much of a drinker?"

"Why because I'm half irish?" I asked giving him a cheeky smile. He scratched his neck looking a tad bashful but nodded.

"I enjoy a nice cold beer now and again of course," I answered kindly.

"Thas my kinda sheila," Digger said flirtatiously. I was trying so hard to be mad at him but found there was just something that made my heart leap whenever he spoke. It must have been the damned accent...okay and maybe the rugged good looks.

"So how long do you think Waller's gonna let this go on?" Diablo interrupted.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"The woman is up to something," Deadshot said seriously. "No offence honey but putting you in charge of this little group therapy? Doesn't make sense."

"Are you sure she's up to something? I mean regular prisons have rec yards right?" I pointed out.

"Yeah regular prisons do, but this ain't no regular prison," Diablo answered. "You don't put people like us just anywhere." He reinforced his point by letting small flames dance between his fingers. I stared mesmerized for a moment.

"Speak for yaself," Digger said. "I ain't sposed ta be here."

"Yeah alright man, we've heard it all before," Deadshot shot back with a roll of his eyes. Digger looked like he was a out to leap over the table at him but I patted his hand and shook my head at him. He was immediately taken aback but his shoulders relaxed and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I would love for my first day not to end in bloodshed if remotely possible," I stated with a small smile.

"Won't get any trouble from me," Croc growled and I could tell he meant it.

"Me either," said Diablo.

"I'll behave if he will," Deadshot agreed shooting a warning look at Digger. "You seem sweet girl, a little wack in the head but sweet. You're cool with me."

"Ey mate I'm perfectly fine, and anyway I wouldn't want ta' lose the new view," Captain grinned down at me and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Such a sweet talker," I observed. However I was still undecided on whether or not that was a good thing.

The rest of the hour of rec time went fairly well, at least I didn't have to break up any fights and that spelled successful to me. I was just finishing goodbyes, about to be escorted out by Katana when I was stopped by the Captain.

"I'll see you again soon ye?" He asked looking a bit bashful.

"Every Tuesday and Friday," I replied sweetly. "As scheduled."

"Righ' ah course, I knew that," he said with a sheepish smile. I stepped closer and looked up at him, gosh he was tall.

"It's okay to miss me you know," I teased, poking him in the chest. "I am pretty awesome after all."

"I don't plan on spending my life here love, I got things ta' do, places to be..." He started.

"Banks to rob?" I finished cheekily. He gave me a smug look, bending down so that his face was inches from mine. I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Only if ya join me," he said softly. My heart dropped into my stomach as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. Who knows what would have happened if a firm hand hadn't clapped itself onto my shoulder. Digger scowled and quickly stood up straight.

"Ya had your chance love, sorry it didn't work out," he apologized sarcastically. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Katana stood there, expression almost unreadable underneath her mask. Her mouth was a tight line however.

"It's time to go Miss," she told me sternly, completely ignoring Digger.

"Right okay," I said trying to brush her off but her hand remained firm as she tried to steer me towards the exit.

"I'll see you soon," I called to the Captain as I was guided away. I had enough time to turn and see him wink at me before I was lead out the door.

"You can let go now! Geez, I'm fine," I snapped at her. Her hand left my arm as the guards shut the door behind us and I shook it around dramatically.

"I think my arm is numb, what a manly grip!"

My comments produced no reaction whatsoever from her and I sighed in disappointment as she went back to mute. I guess you can't make friends with everybody.


Back at the apartment I lay in my bed thinking about everything that had gone on so far. The ride back with Rick and June had been unbelievably quiet and tense. June had tried asking a few questions but after Rick interrupted for the fourth time she gave up. It was obvious he was trying to keep any conversation about the prison to zero, and it only increased my suspicion. He played all innocent, but I was beginning to wonder if he knew something I didn't. Sighing I abandoned my thoughts and decided I may as well do something productive and help June prepare dinner. I was making my way down the hall when I heard hushed voices. Curiously I slowed down and creeped over to the end of the wall that turned and lead to the living room. I could hear June and Rick speaking quietly around the corner and focused hard, trying to catch their words.

"I spoke to Waller today after we left Mallory with the prisoners," Rick said, sounding beyond irritated.

"Did you confront her about it?" June whispered back.

"Yeah, and it's worse than I thought. She's using her June. Using my own sister like she used me." My heart practically froze along with the rest of my body and I tried to not even breath as Junes voice carried over.

"What do you mean?"

"Waller said ever since Harley and the Joker escaped things have been rough in Gotham. She's anticipating something big, and she wants the team ready."

"She honestly expects any of them to fight against Harley? They fought me...I mean the enchantress, as a family. What's Waller thinking?"

There was a moment of silence before Rick answered her, and his voice was wrought with distress.

"She seems to think with Mallory's track record, that she can overpower Harley Quinn herself. She thinks...she thinks Mal will win the team over, and that they'll follow her, even if it is Harley they come up against."

"That's insane!" June replied voice rising. I heard Rick shush her.

"I got into it with Waller bad June. But there's nothin' I can do, her crazy ass plan started today and it's too late. I don't know what to do, I wanna tell Mallory but she never listens to me. And to make things worse Waller seems to think there may be something between her and that god awful Aussie. If that's the case then she's even more positive this stupid idea will work. Getting Mallory to have control over the most volatile person on the team would be a massive upper hand."

I was vaguely aware of Junes soft voice speaking again, but it all faded into the background as I slowly slid down the wall and came to a stop on the floor. What kind of fucked up shit storm had I gotten myself into?