The room was small, cramped and damp. A rusted pipe leaked, giving off a slow rhythm of drips. The walls were a dark grey, almost black, with mould growing in the corners. A dirty metal toilet and sink were in one corner. The other side of the room held a worn mattress, thin blanket and a lumpy pillow.
On the wiry mattress a sat a woman. Her legs were crossed as she stared down at the mattress, black-brown hair flowing over her face in a demented format. Her skin looked washed out against the orange of her jumpsuit. She shivered slightly, due to the nipping cold air.
The door the her cage pulled open. The brunette only raised her eyes, studying the aura of evil shrouding the lady. She didn't speak. Both women stared at each other for a sometime, studying the other.
The evil woman was an alpha, the younger woman deduced quickly, a cold one at that. No mates, no heart, no true tether to the world. Her eyes were coal. Before long the evil woman withdrew, and the cell door was slammed shut.
Guards flooded the cell, yelling orders for her not to move from her position sat on the floor. She didn't. This was the norm for when they took her to the labs, but, as they led her locked up body elsewhere, her curiosity grew. She made no noise as she was injected with God knows what, no, it was the flooding, blinding light that made her hiss. Finally, her chains were undone and she stretched, gazing around as she did so.
Military men and women surrounded what seemed to be a military camp. In the middle, where she'd just been dumped, were 6 people dressed in similar orange jumpsuits.
"Listen up!" A military man stepped forward, "In your necks is a nanite explosive. It's as small as a grain of rice but it has the power of a hand grenade." Unconsciously her hand moved up to her neck. This news made her tense, her nerves were already frayed from all the alphas and betas surrounding her. For once, she was glad for the suppressants they'd been pumping her with- to them she'd seem like a beta.
"Try to escape, you die!" The army man continued. "Try to kill each other, you die; step out of line, you die! Vex me and you die!"
Her eyes drew towards the clown queen, Harley Quinn, who sat up on a crate, speaking, "I'm not to be quiet vexing- just forewarning you." She commented with a grin.
"Lady, shut up!" Army man roared at Harley. This was followed by army dude and bald, bearded guy talking about pep talks, until army guy ordered them to get their shit.
A grey tornado decorated her case, she noticed as she pulled it open. A smile tugged onto her lips- at the top were her clothes. She didn't even pause. First she pulled on her yellow lace underwear- a pretty bralette used instead of a bra- then she pulled on her long sleeve fishnet crop top. Next, was a yellow crop top with the words 'I'm a happy-go-lucky ray of fucking sun' printed in black on it. The she shimmied into her self-graffiteed black skinny jeans, which displayed holes every now and again. Lastly it was time for her black, knee length, lace up high heeled boots. Once she was dress she found herself feeling more confident, more like herself.
She smiled adoringly as she placed her weapons on her body. She hid away several different types of black and yellow knives, daggers and throwing knives. Her golden yellow throwing stars were the hidden on her person. At her hips she placed her only outwardly obvious knives, two Indian katars embellished in intricate gold designs. On her right hand, she slid a knuckleduster onto her index, middle and ring fingers, whilst a similar one is placed on her left hand index and middle fingers.
Finally dressed she took a moment to apply her trademark make-up: golden yellow glittery lips and a yellow line painted down her left eye. Finally she was ready.
She had felt eyes on her as she changed but couldn't seem to find it in herself to give a damn. Once Harley was dressed, the clown skipped over to her, "Looksies like you and me are the only girlies in our little group- only betas too by the smells of it," Harley grinned, tapping the top of her nose before she stuck out her hand, "Harley Quinn, nice ta meet ya, doll." She introduced.
The shorter woman smiled back at her, "Maia Leyva, you too." She shook the jester's hand. "Guess we'll have to keep the men folk in line then." She teased.
"I think we're gonna be great friends." Harley purred, before skipping off to speak with the bald, bearded guy.
Maia knew that this 'mission' was going to go well from the offset. After all, their chopper had already crashed, Flagg had already killed off Grumpy-Wall-Climber, and now they were walking- walking! So, to distract herself from the hell that is exercise, she decided to socialise. Joy.
She walked up to where Harley was talking to the bald, bearded guy, "Hey." She said when she reached them.
"Maia!" Harley squealed with a gorgeous grin, "This is Floyd!"
Maia simply stared back at Harley blankly, "Never heard of him." She shrugged.
"Deadshot." 'Floyd' cut in, his eyes looking over the small woman.
At this Maia looked up at him and smirked, "Hitman." She nodded appreciatively. With no wish to continue in Harley and Deadshot's conversation she moved on to the crazy Australian.
"So, unicorns?" Was how she started the conversation. He gave her a glare. Maia held up her hands in mock surrender, "I ain't judgin'. Everyone loves a cute unicorn." Maia nodded cheerfully to herself.
The Australian grinned at that, baring his teeth, "I think we'll get along fine. I'm George, but everyone calls me Digger or Boomerang."
"Maia, nice to meet you Georgie." Boomerang barked out a laugh before the duo launched into a long conversation on unicorns.
Maia was undoubtedly grumpy when their conversation was interrupted- the subsequent fight and killing spree that followed, however, did make her feel better. Sure, she was not thrilled Tattoos didn't bother joining the fight, but hey, she also didn't particularly care. What she did care about was the fact that there was even more walking. Maia was not happy.
On the walk she ended up next to crocodile-man. "Hiya, beautiful." She greeted with a sweet smile.
The alpha growled lowly, "You mocking me?" His eyes narrowed, his hood shadowing his emerald face.
This question caused Maia to frown and cock her head to the side, "No? Why would I be?"
The man stared at her. After several minutes he finally spoke, "I'm Croc."
"That's not a name." Maia shot back immediately.
The man grunted, "Waylon, everybody calls me Croc."
Maia hummed absent mindedly, "Well which do you like being called?"
Croc grunted out, "Neither." Making Maia frown, her eyebrows scrunched together, creating waving creases on her forehead.
"What do you wanna be called?" She asked as the group continued to sluggishly walk. Her frown deepened as he shrugged. She huffed, "Well then, I'll call you," She paused for a minute, "Niño bonito." She decreed with a decisive nod. Croc merely stared down at her. She smirked up at him cheekily, "Pretty boy." She translated. The crocodile-man snorted out a deep rumbling chuckle that hit her instincts head on. The air forced itself out in a puff. She quickly disguised the gasp to be due to all the (horrific) walking.
"What's your name, shortie?" He smiled at the lithe girl. He liked her, he decided.
"Maia Leyva." She grinned. Purring, she continued, "Lovely to meet you."
Maia wasn't completely sure when she ended up near the tattooed man, but still as she heard him grumbling to himself she couldn't help but agree with his words, "Sí, este caminar es muy molesto." (Yes, this walking is very annoying) The man looked up in mild shock.
"Ain't surprised you find it annoying with those heals, you loca." He said, eyeing her boots with almost a look of mistrust.
"But they're so pretty." Maia purred, looking down at her shoes, wiggling her foot affectionately as she took another step.
"You're trippin' girl, you're gonna break you neck in them things." He shot back. His scolding flared her instincts, and she struggled not to gasp. Desperately, Maia squashed them down.
"What's your name, Tatuajes?" Maia asked, smiling up at him.
"El Diablo, y tú?" (And you?) He asked, his feet shuffling against the floor as he walked.
"They call you the devil?" Maia asked, her nose scrunched up slightly. She didn't think he seemed all that evil- no more than the rest of them anyway. "What's your real name?" She knew she was pressing for private stuff, but if he didn't want to tell her, he wouldn't.
"Chato Santana, you gonna tell me yours now, guapa?" He replied without a care of what name she called him.
"Maia Leyva." Maia smiled, glad she now knew all her group of misfits names.
There were a lot of things that truly pissed Maia off in the coming hours. First was the stairs, then the fight with the not-so-humans, then more stairs, then they found out they were saving Waller, then Harley left (which Maia wasn't angry about because Harley was with her alpha) but then Harley returned to them without the Joker (presumably he was dead), then they found out the whole mission was bullshit, so, now they sat in a desolate bar.
Maia was stressed, and for someone like her, that was very unhealthy. So, in an attempt to calm herself, she used her powers to float different alcohol bottles around in a circle.
"How you doin' that, Bumblebee?" Harley asked, eyes transfixed on the blur of spinning bottles. Maia had forgotten that she'd not used her powers yet this mission.
"I can control air." She mumbled absent mindedly, her own eyes not leaving the colorful swirl.
"What else can you do?" Boomerang asked curiously from his seat to the left of her. Leaning towards him slightly, she turned her face to face his. Maia sucked in on the air slightly, and Boomerang began to choke. Maia allowed him to breathe again, not wanting to harm a member of their odd makeshift family. "So, I shouldn't piss you off." Boomerang grinned. Maia simply smirked back.
A frown etched onto her face as she felt the need to sooth her new pack members, they were all upset for one reason or another, and after Diablo's story and Flagg's return, Maia really just wanted to bundle her alphas and beta up in blankets somewhere safe.
But, as Flagg broke the bomb controller, the team agreed they would finish this mission- after all, the witch had messed with their pack mate's beta, and they were not okay with that.
In the fight with the witch and the incubus, Diablo ordered the bomb to blow whilst he was over it. Maia was furious, not one of her alphas, no way. She lashed out with the powers, forcing the incubus to stay in the corner whilst flinging Diablo away and clear. The energy this endeavour took, made sticky, metallic blood drip from her nose, and for Maia to lose consciousness. If Deadshot hadn't caught her, then the girl would have slammed quite painfully to the ground.
When Maia came to, she discovered that the bitch, Waller, was alive and well, happily threatening to blow them all up. So (after the squad was healed, hale, and Floyd saw his daughter) they ended up back in prison. And in the coming weeks, Maia often wandered over how her pack was, for it wouldn't be several months until she saw them.