I warned Waller on an encrypted message of an assault on the festivities tonight. I didn't think having more innocent lives wasted was something even she'd condone.

'Let it play out. I need you to gain his trust. Do your job.' the cold bitch replied.

I was wrong… never underestimating her ruthlessness again.

It was around eight o clock when the first strike hit. The news started spreading quickly thereafter.

A squad of Joker's clown minions rammed into the entrance of the Gotham City Convention Center, the crowd dispersing like wildfire as Gotham's finest engaged in a shootout. After the first hit came another… then another. Soon there had to be at least a hundred swat vans surrounding the complex, all with killer clowns spilling out.

The war had begun… Joker's troops trapping everyone inside that building.

Joker told me Johnny and I would plan out this little mission a few days ago. I think it was more of a debriefing than any sort of planning. The King had it done his way and he doesn't compromise. He already had been planning this for months... and as I listened and learned? I wonder what Joker could have been in another lifetime.

Minus the crazy and the homicidal tendencies? Maybe he could've been a General or something.

Joker mastered the use of chaos.

Me and Harley were staring at the chaos from high above, to the naked eye it was just chaos I guess. Joker was just tossing his men into the mouth of the police storm. But it didn't take me long to realize that the madness was his genius. Those that follow Joker would die for him. Whether it was fear or loyalty… it didn't matter.

I guess that's why he has such a countless crew ready to serve him at his word.

He isn't a little bitch either and neither is Harley.

They don't just give orders… they go in right into the thick of things with their guys and gals. They have the courage where most bosses I've worked for don't got.

They usually hire me… and forget about it.

Cowards.

"Hey Shot do me a favor will you?" Harley poked my shoulder while I was staring at the fire and smoke rising from the war zone in the horizon.

"What?"

"Slap me as hard as you can across the face k?"

Courage… or crazy?

Ugh… does it even matter anymore?

"Excuse me?"

"What are those big ears for if you can't hear with em?" Harley sighed, then repeating louder. "Slap me as hard as you can!"

I shook my head. "Sorry, I'm not into that kind of stuff."

Harley gave me one of those annoyed looks. "Hey! This ain't that kind of stuff sicko… I just need to be woken up."

"You look pretty awake to me." I looked her up and down yet again.

"What's wrong? Can't hit me cause I'm a girl?" She pouted.

"That and I really don't need these clowns of yours here to jump me while I'm a thousand feet up in the air." I pointed out the Blackhawk chopper we were in, and the trio of big boys that protected Harley.

Sweet Tooth, Pennywise, and Jig-Saw were the trio in black heavy armor and clown paint. Three of the biggest and baddest cronies Joker could round up to guard his queen. How do people even get that big?

"Shit, I don't want to even think about what your pudding would do to me."

"It's puddin… no g…." Harley corrected with a sigh. "And you're just bein' sexist!"

I shrugged.

"Ugh… fuck it…"

Without warning Harley reared back and slapped herself hard across the face, grimacing as she held her soon to be reddened cheek. I could only blink as the pain slowly turned into a smile of relief.

"Ah… I think I feel better…" Harley sighed happily.

I stared a bit dumb. I'd just about given up trying to understand any around here. Especially with Harley and Joker.

Almost…

"Look I'm going to regret this, but can I ask why the hell you want to be slapped?"

"I told you… to wake me the fuck up!" Harley seemed so frustrated, crossing those arms while staring out into the dark red skyline her 'puddin with no g' was creating. "I'm in a damn rut and I need to get out of it."

A rut huh? I let out a breath, remembering her spiel about me killing her mood back at Joker's hideout. I hadn't given much thought about what transpired with Griggs and that whole thing… who would want to remember that shit? I won't be able to un-see what Joker did to that guy ever again.

But chivalrous me… can't shut my mouth.

"Look about what went down with Griggs." I stopped for a second, wanting to choose my words carefully. "It was just me trying to do a bad hero impression is all. We good?"

"Heh, who you foolin' Shot?" Harley giggled. "You make a better hero than you probably think you could be. Face it… you want to be just like Batsy don't you? Saving damsels and pencil necked geeks."

"Not my thing usually." I shook my head, thinking about what transpired. Who was the bad guy in all this? It ain't a black and white thing like I said before. I was still shaken up about Griggs to be honest. Thinking about those goons at Belle Reve treating a woman in that way… thinking about the retaliation.

It sucked.

Shooting people in the head no questions asked was so much easier…

"It's water under the bridge k Shot? Don't talk about it anymore got it?" Harley pressed her pale finger to my lips kind of harshly.

"So we good then?" I awkwardly spoke with her finger still there.

"When were we not… good?" Harley stared at me with those blue eyes shining bright.

"Ya seemed pretty pissed off at me no?"

Harley's smirk slowly frowned a bit, looking like she genuinely felt bad. Like something hit her just then hard.

"Damn Shot… I wasn't mad at you back there. It… wasn't what you did. No don't think that." She let out a deep breath. "I was pissed at myself. Lettin' those guys have their way with me… me not feeling like myself when I was bringin' the hurt to Griggs."

"Not feeling like yourself?"

"Y-yeah." Harley looked to the air. "Don't tell the world this or I'll kick you in the nuts alright?"

I just nodded and made sure the rifle I was holding guarded that important area.

I like my nuts okay?

Good call Deadshot.

Harley was still hesitant but for some reason she felt like she could trust me apparently. The whispering that happened next confirmed it. "I've been feelin' strange ever since puddin' broke me out of the jail cell. When I was wailin' away on Griggs… usually I'd be feeling so alive… but… yeah… I was trying so hard to feel alive…"

Alive?

"I dunno… I haven't felt this way since before I met him." Harley shook her head. "When I met Mistah J… I felt so fulfilled. I don't know how to say it… I feel something's missing."

"Maybe you miss that expresso machine?"

"Heh… nah it's not that… it's…" Harley giggled a little, biting her lip just to stop. "Ugh… let me just try this again."

SLAP! She suddenly just slapped herself again as hard as she could this time the other cheek going rose colored. I grabbed her wrist to stop her, only to see three of those big clowns close in quick ready to beat me down.

"Back off!" Harley growled at them as she spun her head, the three giant men behaving like her pets backing up instantly.

"Thanks for getting the three musketeers off me but will you knock off the slapping thing?"

"Look I need to get into the right mind set alright?" Harley defended herself. "If I don't then we're fucked. That goes for you too. Ya think we're just gonna waltz into Brucey's party and be fine? I need to get into 'Harley' mode and you need to find the guy that jumped on that car and shredded those Enchantress baddies up with those guns single handedly! Not the one that was showin' Griggs mercy got it?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll get my job done."

"Look, you ain't like me Shot. You ain't like Mistah J neither." Harley pressed her hand against my chest armor. "You have a good heart." She patted my chest kind of sweetly. "But having one of these will get you killed around these parts."

"Good heart my ass… know how many people I've killed?"

"Most of them probably deserved it…" Harley shrugged indifferently. "And besides dying ain't even close to the worse thing that can happen to ya… believe me."

Amen to that. I couldn't have agreed more.

"Look, just don't die on me alright?" Harley said it a bit whimsically but with a somber stare. "I think I'd kinda miss ya. A lot."

I think that's when I felt it for the first time. Harley… seemed attached to me. I thought we were good acquaintances really. But at the moment… maybe she just needed a good friend? 'You're my friend too.' She said it in that silly way she does…

Maybe she just needed a friend in this crazy world.

Her Puddin' being at the center of it wasn't enough?

"Don't gotta worry about me dying." I began to ponder about the close calls I've had. "You wouldn't believe the shit I've survived."

"Try me…"

"When I was at the top of my game, and before I knew I had a daughter?" I thought of the urges I had back in the day. "I would go into jobs handicapping myself."

"Handicappin'?"

"Yeah, making up stupid rules to lessen the chance of survival. Like limiting the number of bullets I could use. Not using my left hand. Not using my right… Did one job drunk. Did another high as hell… another job even blindfolded."

"Blindfolded? You're shittin' me."

"Yep, and every single one of em' I came out alive. I was kinda almost disappointed."

"W-wha… I don't get it." Harley was making the most concerted effort to understand. "So you were like suicidal or something?"

"I guess…" I thought a bit harder, trying to remember what I was thinking. "At that point… I dunno… I guess I didn't feel there was much reason to be doing what I was doing. I had the money. And I sure as heck didn't see myself doing a 9 to 5 or retiring. It was a rush… it's a rush thinking of yourself going out in a blaze of glory… doing what you do best."

"And you felt this way until you knew you had a kid huh?"

"Yep, that's when things changed I guess. Before that? My life felt… a bit empty. The adrenaline rush of flirting with death was the only thing getting me up in the morning."

"Yeah…" Harley seemed like she was pondering so hard, nodding to herself. "I get it… totally…"

Harley smiled to herself a bit. I don't know if the conversation was helping her but she seemed better.

"Thanks Shot… I knew bringing you along was the best idea I could ever have." She giggled. "Thanks for accepting."

If only she knew… I really didn't accept…

"Y-yeah… no problem."

"Alright Floyd… ready to go show the world why I offered you the gig?" Joker's voice blurted out on intercom. The Clown King himself was on the floor level, leading his men to the right positions about a block away.

"Ready J." I replied simply back on intercom.

"Heh-heh-heh… operation Red Carpet commences on your call."

"Hey before ya go." Harley walked over to side suddenly pulling out my helmet from one of the inventory containers. It looked as good as new… not a sign of her artistic panache on any of it. Thank goodness.

"Hey… it's clean." I smirked in appreciation. "Nice."

"Yeah since you didn't seem to appreciate my fine art… I had it cleaned properly." Harley shrugged. "Not all of us can have good taste." She raised the helmet up. "May I put it on?"

I nodded, letting her slide the white helmet over my face, connecting as the lock engaged. It always felt different with that mask on. The mask made me Deadshot. The dude that killed countless of people.

Floyd Lawton usually leaves once this mask is on.

"I think ya look better without it personally. But if you need your widdle training wheels to stay alive that's okay with me."

"Trainin' wheels?" I felt insulted like she wanted me to feel.

"Yeah little boy." Harley stuck her tongue out. "Come back to me safe and sound so momma Harley can tuck you into bed tonight okay? And I'll make sure puddin' has a night light for you ready to go k lil Shot?"

I twitched, suddenly holding up three fingers, my index, middle and ring. "Read between the lines Harley."

"Hehehe… don't even have to read in between the lines with me." She flipped me the bird straight up, waving it happily. "Can your little red targeting thingy see this clearly?"

"You are one crazy bitch you know that?"

"Duh…"

It's really not a question anymore. I like this girl. She makes shit fun.

I chuckled a bit as I looked down, the chopper hovering over the Ballroom now ready for my decent. Harley patted me on the back, as I turned, seeing her completed outfit. Her retro outfit.

The black eye mask, the red and black clown hat with the split horns that she made so famous around these parts. It looked like she was digging for something from the past for sure. Some nostalgia to get her going I think?

"Show Mistah J I was right to tell him to recruit you alright?" She blew a kiss. "And don't die…"

"Same to you…" I pressed a button on my targeting piece, turning my attention to the mission at hand. I analyzed each person I had to deal with, Johnny sending me intel on entire area. These guys didn't even know what was coming.

I pressed the intercom when the scouting was done. "Alright J, Operation Red Carpet… commencing."

"Have a good show Floyd! I got my popcorn ready! HAHAHA!"

- J – H – D -

The glass crashed into a thousand pieces as I made my rapid decent on a repel cable. All this stuff happens within seconds but for me it's an eternity. Things slow down, my heartbeats slows and time kind of stops in motion for me. I guess this is a gift.

One hundred foot drop from the top? No big deal, all targets were marked on my device, my wrist guns firing away as I plummeted to the floor. Poor suckers. There guns were rendered useless before they could even think about pulling the trigger. All fifteen of the ones on stage guarding the VIPs were disarmed in the blink of an eye.

I landed in the main stage in a roll where I saw my target. My leverage. As long as I was close to them I was safe. No one would fire…

They miss.

I don't.

Shit, what are you doing Gordon? Don't pull out the gun old man…

"Freeze!"

My leg whipped up kicking the pistol in the air, grabbing the target I needed to keep this risky entry safe. I wrapped around him in a tussle, a wrist gun to his head as his pistol landed in my free hand. I spun around to stop a quite brave Bruce Wayne, who was now right in the sights of the barrel of my new gun.

The rest of the scattered security force had their sights on me, but I had my safety net in my grasp. Mission so far so good.

"Tell your men to stand down or I'm going to aim at their heads this time." I warned as I had Commissioner Gordon in a tight lock around his throat. "As for you? I suggest you backup rich boy before that nice suit of yours is stained red."

Bruce Wayne didn't move a muscle. Brave dude.

Or stupid.

Probably both.

"You think you can really get away with this Deadshot?" Gordon stood calm, always the level headed one. "We got you surrounded."

"I've already have, now tell the rest of your men to stand down. If any of them even think about pulling a trigger you know I won't miss. Tell them to stand down!"

"You're nothing but a bully! Let my dad go asshole!" I heard a young red haired girl growl from the side. I took a peak over, seeing that young girl's scowl right through me. No. Not this. Not now…

It was the Commissioner's daughter….

Daughter…

"Barbara… stop!"

All my doubt began to rain down, but I felt some commotion on the left, my senses telling me a security guard was trying to play hero. My hesitation made him try it. Wrong move brother. I fired over that way without even looking, hearing the guard howl out in pain as the bullet ripped through his hand.

As the guard fell to the ground, I scowled. "Commissioner one last time. Tell your men to stand down before I blow your stupid moustache off your face." I shook my head, looking over at Barbara. "I'm not enjoying this alright?"

"Damn it… everyone guns to the floor!" Gordon commanded reluctantly as I eased my grip on him, watching the rest of the guards toss their weapons down to the ground. My eyepiece counted the exact number of weaponry that needed to be disarmed.

Sixty-two guns dropped on the floor.

"Smart move Commish." I walked over to the guns, still having my aim right at Gordon and Wayne.

"There's nowhere to run Deadshot." Gordon was still trying to reason with me. "This is pointless!"

"Don't talk to me. I'm just the register guy. I'll have you speak to my manager if you have any complaints." I engaged my radio. "Red carpet phase one complete… coast is clear."

In seconds more glass was broken from the see through rooftop above, countless ropes being tossed down as Joker, Harley, and their escort of hooligans descended. It felt like Joker's entire gang was pouring from the sky.

"Oh Gotham, how we've missed you!" Joker landed with his purple suit shiny and all, waving to the crowd around, laughing as his goons began to corral up hostages and disarmed cops.

"In case everyone didn't get the memo?" Harley found a nearby cameraman, kissing the lens and leaving black lip marks on it. "We're baaaaaa~ck."

"Good work Deadshot." Joker walked up to me with a pat on the helmet. "But I figured the red carpet you were rolling out for Harley and I would be a bit more red." He hinted, probably assuming I was going to shoot up the place.

That's not how I work…

"You wanted the room clear." I replied motioning over the pile of guns on the floor. "So I cleared it."

I don't think Joker was happy with me but I didn't really give an inch. I wasn't going to kill people I didn't need to kill.

"Clear it… that you did." Joker seemed to want to discuss this more but made way to the main banquet table, where Gotham's elite sat. They all were on edge.

"Wow look at the group of C-list celebrities we have here tonight Puddin'!" Harley laughed, prancing to the main table, skipping around it. "It's like we're on Surreal Life or somethin'!"

"Commissioner Gordon!" Joker suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder harshly, forcing him down into his seat. "Nice to see ya old friend. Looking younger. Looking healthy! Have you been working out?"

"You're not getting away with this Joker."

"Getting away with what? Giving you compliments? Don't be an ass Gordon. Nice to see ya!" Joker smacked him on the head, turning his attention to a still stoic Bruce Wayne. "Ah Brucey Boy. The man who threw this wonderful shindig… nice suit… where did ya have it made?"

"Not the Clown department I can tell you that." Bruce replied sharply.

"Ooooh… ouch. Dissing my suit?" Joker laughed straightening out Bruce's tie for him. "Sharp tongue Brucey! Almost as sharp as the knife in my jacket. Careful! Don't want to be stabbed! That suit looks expensive!"

"Oh my god! I know you!" Harley excitedly wrapped her arms around that news reporter Lois Lane. "You're that broad that's been on TV! The girl who was datin' Superman right?!"

Lois Lane wasn't the least bit amused just staring at Harley with the coldest look. She didn't seem afraid either.

"Hey now, from one pretty girl to another I understand your pain okay?" Harley held her hand. "I thought I lost my puddin' and it was the worst days of my life."

Sometimes you never know when Harley is emoting. Or she's mocking… in this case I think she really felt bad for this girl… I think.

"You don't deserve to even mention him… understood?" Lois said it calmly, not being the least bit frightened.

"I'm just sayin'… I feel for ya girl." Harley looked a bit hurt, only to smile as bright as she could. "I even bought one of the Superman t-shirts! I'm going to cut it off a bit on the bottom… I think it'll totally look great when I wear it later!"

"You both think we're intimidated by you?" Lois stood strong, looking at the clown duo. "Superman showed all of us that there's nothing to be afraid of. Especially from two freaks dressed as clowns…"

"Intimidated? You middle class Metropolis danes don't come around here often do ya?" Joker slowly made his way over to Lois Lane, stalking her and getting right in her face. The reporter blinked a bit, trying to keep that strong façade going but we all know that stare. "I'm a freaking clown like you said lady… we're supposed to make you all happy and laugh aren't we?"

"Don't insult my intelligence…" Lois bit back. "Batman will stop you."

"Heh…" Joker's eyes went a bit dead. "Funny how you called me and my honey freaks when you were out banging the biggest freak of them all." He laughed. "Red Cape wearing freak that can fly. You're into alien freaks now aren't you?"

Lois twitched, her hands clenching. Joker hit a nerve. He was the best at that.

"Hey back off the lady." Bruce stepped up one again, getting in between, suddenly Joker's minions grabbing him and pulling him back to his seat.

"Oh my, Gotham's trust fund baby has bought himself some balls." Joker laughed in the insult, smirking as he looked around. "Look I sense a lot of tension here! I think that we all just got off on the wrong foot."

"C'mon everyone lighten' up!" Harley took a seat next to Lois, pulling her down softly. "We're gonna sit and have fun and be civil k?"

"Good call doll face! Everyone take a seat and relax!" Joker pointed at everyone in the room. "Now… this is what's going to happen so there are no surprises. We're going to continue this beautiful get together memorial Bruce Wayne has thrown for a dying medium and a dead man in tights. I'm going to give Batman fifteen minutes to show up… for every minute past that? I'm going to shoot someone. Enjoy the night ladies and gentleman!"

The whole crowd gasped beginning to panic, the minions slowly shoving everyone to shut them up. I looked at Barbara Gordon holding her father, then noticed more young women holding either fathers or family members.

I saw Zoe in each of them.

It made me want to drop my gun. Doing this wasn't easy. I don't get it… I got thrown into jail doing bad things.

Doing this? Seemed worse than assassination I've ever done.

"Oh wow you guys have a live band! I know the perfect way to keep this party rollin'! May I Mistah J?"

"Anything you want honey buns." Joker proudly stared at his queen, wrapping his arms around Gordon and Wayne. "I know I've been MIA searching for my beauty but I'm back now boys! And damn I've missed you both!"

Both of the guys in his grasp just sat deadpanned and clearly frustrated. The edginess of the room made it so silent. It was surreal really. I've never been part of anything like this.

"Okay Gotham!" Harley's voice squealed through the PA system. "I know it's a little tense here as some of you may die. BUT! I wanna sing a song that means the world to me and it'll cheer everyone up."

Harley Quinn with a microphone? Oh no…

"This goes out to my puddin'." Harley looked at her man so longingly. "And for those who have puddins… you'll know what I mean! Hit it boys!"

With guns pointed right at them, the jazz band began to play what was requested. And what was requested made me feel sorry for Celine Dion.

"For all those times you stood by me! For all the truth that you made me see! For all the joy you brought to my life… for all the wrong that you made right! For every dream you made come true… for all the love I found in yo~u!"

Harley was a lot of things, but a singer wasn't one of them. Her squeaky high pitched notes were making everyone cringe except Joker himself, who probably thought this was the next coming of Whitney Houston. His eyes were locked on her the whole time as she sang to him.

It was probably romantic.

For everyone else… we were being tortured.

"I'll be forever thankful baby… you're the one who held me up! Never let me fa~ll! You're the one who saw me through! Through it a~ll! Come on everyone ya know this song! Sing it with me!"

All this trouble for a Karaoke night? Only Harley and Joker could get away with something like this. Only they would have the audacity to do it.

"You were my strength when I was weak! You were my voice when I couldn't speak! You were my eyes when I couldn't see! You saw the best there was in me! Lifted me up when I couldn't reach! You gave me faith because you believed! I'm everything I am… because you loved me!"

You know what the creepiest thing was during all this?

… Sweet Tooth was next to me singing along.

He turned to me, his mask hiding any emotion. I could only shake my head.

"What… I like this song…" Were the first words he ever muttered to me.

Those were his first words ever. What the hell…

"Alright second verse everyone! You gave me wings-"

ZIIIP!

The sound of Harley's voice was mercifully stopped. The feeling of a gust of wind flew right by me, a red blur streaking across the room. Yelling from the crowd and Joker's goons when tables and glass were uplifted and broken rang out. When I looked up and I heard the music stop, there was an upset Harley with no microphone in hand.

"What the hell?" Harley looked around. "Where's my mic!?"

"Sorry Miss… but Celine Dion called and she wants her song back."

From across the room all eyes were on this cat in all red, a lightning bolt across his chest and a mask that matched. He was in the middle of a room full of Joker's goons and he didn't mind it one bit. He was the one that took the mic… that created a little sonic boom that turned the entire room upside down.

"Who the hell are you?" Harley growled. "And give me back my mic!"

"People call me Flash." The young kid bowed. "And sorry, this mic stays with me. Gotta save the world one set of ears at a time."

"Why you little…" Harley suddenly pulled out her revolver and began firing at him, eyes dead red.

BANG! Miss…

"Wow I can't believe Joker and Harley Quinn are here!"

BANG! Miss…

"And Harley's shooting at me!"

BANG! Miss…

"Oh wow, and there's cocktail shrimp!" Flash dipped it into the sauce and ate it whole.

BANG! Another miss…

"How is he doing this?!" Harley was about to throw more of a tantrum until Joker was at her side holding her gently.

"Calm down dear…" Jokerc calmed her, pulling her gun down. "You can't hit him. Don't waste your bullets."

"What is this Shot? Magic like that Enchantress?" Harley looked at me for answers.

"Nah…" I answered blankly. I was a bit in awe myself, noticing my targeting computer going haywire from trying to keep up with this Flash. "He's just really that damn fast…"

How the hell can someone be this fast?

Another one of those metahumans Waller keeps babbling about?

"Anyway, so I gotta apologize." Flash sat on a nearby table nonchalantly. "I shouldn't be here this early but I got a really bad habit of doing this. Heh! So we should just sit down for a minute and wait for my buddies to show up."

"Buddies… please do tell me about your 'buddies'." Joker was totally amused by this, not worried one bit that hitting this dude with a bullet was going to be a tall task.

"Well one of em is like a Cyborg… he says Booyah a lot for some reason. Don't know why…" Flash shrugged. "Oh and you all know Wonder Woman? Looks like she just walked off the set of Game of Thrones? Kicks total ass?"

"A~nd…" Joker sang it a bit.

"Oh and everyone's favorite neighborhood Bat around these parts…" Flash finished, suddenly pointing at Joker. "And boy does he hate you."

I could feel them coming. I looked up to the ceiling as my targeting computer sensed two speeding objects heading down like missiles, smashing through the roof and landing hard to the ground without any help from repel ropes.

As the smoke cleared there was that Cyborg, a big brotha with what looked like mechanical upgrades surgically imbedded in him, his cybernetic eye glowing a deep red. Then there was this Wonder Woman… dressed in some dressed armor, sword and shield… straight out of Game of Thrones.

She looked wonderful…

Damn…

"Hey, look at that timing!" Flash celebrated. "Nice of you to join the party guys. Where's Bats?"

"Don't worry. He's here…" Wonder Woman assured as the lights began to flicker.

The whole room knew it before the lights dimmed. I held my gun ready, scanning as the emergency florescent panels of the ballroom turned on, power being lost instantly. My infrared saw that shape fly by, that big brute of a shadow, knowing that Batman was finally here.

Standing in front of the group with his cowl covering he stood there, as commanding and pompous as always. The Bat that started this whole mess for me was right in front of me. I guess he's the leader of this new super squad of his.

Damn I've been waiting for this…

"Heh-heh-heh… nice to see you've grown up Bat." Joker again wasn't the least bit worried. "So the rumors are true. You're making some friends! Daddy is so proud of you…"

"Nights over for all of you." Batman's robo voice thundered at us. "Stand down or we'll take you down."

"Heh, I don't think so old friend." Joker's silver grill opened in a sadistic smile, motioning for all his troops to begin to surround this foursome of heroes. 'You all just got here and its time the party begun."

"Our crew against yours!" Harley stood happily next to her King, gun next to her face. "What do ya say Batsy?"

"We ready when you are 'Batsy'." The Cyborg smirked in his mimic voice, his arm forming into some kind of weapon.

"Oh man this is gonna be sweet." Flash was jumping up and down. "On your word Dark Knight of the Darkness!"

"Be careful you two, there are a lot of innocent people around. Don't be careless" That Wonder Woman waved her sword, getting into a defensive position with her shield.

Metahumans were showing up everywhere.

Waller…

Joker…

It was beginning to make a bit more sense why I was sent here in the first place to be a rat for her.

"Let's show em Puddin'. Ready Shot?" Harley shook me, making me get back to focus.

"Ready…" I nodded to reassure them.

"Heh-heh-heh they looked pumped up." Joker seemed the most excited about this almost like he knew they were going to come all along. "Alright Floyd, I need you to make them show me what they can do."

I'm not going to lie.

The adrenaline was pumping… I wanted a shot at these guys.

I wanted the challenge.

"This should be interesting. I got a couple of surprises for Bats and his friends… Hahahaha…"


A/N: Justice League vs Joker, Harley, Deadshot and crew... SQUEAL... :)

For those who have been supporting and reviewing... I repeat in the words of Celine...

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

I love you guys! Till next time! :)