DeVoe 1, Suicide Squad 0. Can Killer Frost turn that around? Well, first, it's time to sit down and further explore the dynamics between Killer Frost and her squad. They're not just gonna be freezing, slicing, killing, and magic-ing people for the entire story. They need time to bond. Honestly, I enjoy writing character interactions more than action parts.

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Crystal's "Suicide Squad" returned to the black site in Gotham. Black Siren was, for some reason, checking out the Cold Gun with Captain Cold. Katana was teaching Huntress some martial arts moves. Deathstroke was having a glass of scotch with Constantine.

"... and once you reattach the core, you need to warm up the circuitry's temperature to 80 degrees Fahrenheit for ten seconds before cooling it down," finished Captain Cold.

"Interesting," said Black Siren, staring at the rogue.

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" questioned Captain Cold.

"Oh, I was paying attention," said Black Siren. "I just found something, or someone, more interesting than the Cold Gun."

"Oh, my god. Get a room, you two," said Huntress, disgusted.

"Focus," said Katana. "You must not let anything distract your from your opponent."

Huntress blocks Katana's next two strikes, only to get kicked on the side.

"Good, but not good enough," said Katana.

"I've been training with Deathstroke the Terminator for over a year. I think I'm good enough," said Katana.

"Never approved of that name," said Deathstroke.

"Really?" questioned Constantine. "It's quite intimidating if you ask me."

"Are we gonna chat about nicknames or are we gonna discuss about the mission at hand?" said Captain Cold.

"What's to discuss? DeVoe is always one step ahead of us, and Frost thinks letting it stay that way is wise," said Black Siren.

"Sometimes, the most unusual of strategies are the best kind," said Katana.

"So, you're saying we just go out there, let DeVoe get the drop on us all the time, and expect to fight another day?" questioned Huntress.

"Never admit defeat," said Deathstroke. "No enemy, no matter how powerful or how intelligent, should let you feel inferior."

"Wise words from a wise soldier."

Crystal had just come down the secret entrance with Bart in her arms. He was laughing non-stop and his arms seemed to be vibrating. Crystal clearly could not keep up her "happy mommy" face with all the giggling. Crystal runs towards Black Siren and gives Bart to her. The Earth-2 metahuman could see electricity behind the baby's eyes.

"Hold him," said Crystal.

Crystal rushes towards the table filled with power-dampening cuffs. She picks up the baby-sized ones and quickly puts them on Bart, which stops his arms from vibrating. He started to lose some energy as he stopped giggling. Crystal sighs with relief.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Black Siren.

Crystal takes Bart back as an awkward expression shows up on her face. "Well..."


One hour ago...

Crystal shows up at Gotham's children hospital to pick up Bart. She was about to knock on the door to Dr. Leslie Thompkins' office, until she heard screaming inside. Fortunately, the door was already open. What she saw inside shocked her. Bart was crawling on the floor at super speed. He was crawling up the walls and on the ceiling. Leslie was trying to catch her, but the baby was speeding away from her grasp.

Crystal had no choice but to reveal her true self to Leslie. She freezes the floor, causing Bart to slide across it. She creates a small ramp on the wall. Bart slides up and slides back down, lying on his back. Crystal picks him up. He was giggling, his arms were vibrating, and electricity was surging from his body, shocking her slightly.

"What the heck?" asked Leslie, shocked and confused.

"I can explain," said Crystal. "Long story short, I'm not a Caitlin Snow lookalike. I 'am' Caitlin Snow, as in Killer Frost, as in I have ice powers."

"Okay," said Leslie, trying to calm down. "But what about Bart? I'm guessing the father was a speedster."

"The Flash," said Crystal. "It was an accident, but I'd rather not talk about it."


After Crystal was finished telling the story, everyone remained silent while reacting obviously or subtly.

"That baby... belongs to the Flash?" asked Huntress.

"Knew it," said Captain Cold, smirking.

"I've been informed," said Katana.

"We were both amnesiacs at the time. Stuff happened," explained Crystal.

"And considering that Bart is the product of two metahumans, I guess it was smart of you to prepare baby-sized power-dampening cuffs just in case," said Black Siren.

"Well, the good news is that he doesn't have to curry the burden I have. The bad news, however, is that he'll be hungrier than ever," said Crystal. "I gotta buy three, no, four, maybe five times more of what I usually feed him."

"I guess it's a good thing you got plenty of green in your pockets," said Constantine.

"But it's not enough. Now, I have to go out and sell more of these weapons," said Crystal.

"Bummer. I love them," said Black Siren.

"You don't even use guns," said Crystal.

"True, but I just love looking at them," said Black Siren.

"If you weren't the criminal-kind of murderer, Sara would've loved you," said Captain Cold.

Black Siren winks at Captain Cold.

"Don't worry, Lance. The throwing stars stay," said Crystal. "Ms. Yamashiro, would you mind watching over Bart until I return? You're the only one here I trust with him."

"It would be my honor," said Katana.

Crystal kisses Bart before handing him over to Katana.

"What's the matter, Frosty? Afraid we're all gonna spoil him?" teased Black Siren.

"And turn him into the Future Reverse Flash, yeah, I'm afraid of that," replied Crystal.

"And I thought we were best friends?" Black Siren pretended to pout.

Crystal faces Katana.

"I'll be sure to keep him away from her," promised Katana.

"Oh, just so you know, I have to meet up with a contact of mine in Bludhaven to locate our next target," said Crystal.

"And who would that be?" asked Black Siren.

Crystal heads to the computer and shows the picture and profile of DeVoe's other conspirator.

"John Henry Irons," said Crystal. "Masters at Engineering. Uncle of 13-year-old Natasha Irons. Former employee of Stagg Industries. Suspect of murder. In hiding as of today."

"And who would your contact be?" asked Black Siren.

"Anatoly Knyazev," answered Crystal, showing a picture of the Russian. "Current Pakhan of the Bratva. He's had runnings with Irons. He'll know where to find him."

"And what makes you think the leader of the Russian Mob would help an American woman?" asked Huntress.

"I saved his life," said Crystal. "Gang war in Moscow. Long story. Point is, he promised a debt. He'll pay it by helping us find Irons."

"And if DeVoe has a contingency plan for that?" asked Deathstroke.

"Same thing. I just roll with it," said Crystal.

"You're overly confident if you ask me," said Deathstroke.

"Overconfidence has nothing to do with this, Mr. Wilson," said Crystal. "Outsmarting DeVoe will have to wait. Right now, we focus on the mission."

"Not exactly your style, Frost," said Black Siren. "I sense a hidden agenda."

"Which I prefer to keep to myself for the sake of our mission," said Crystal. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I got guns to sell."

"Mind dropping me off to the nearest club, luv?" asked Constantine.

Crystal packs up the weapons she plans to sell and walks out of the base with Constantine, but not before giving Bart another kiss, which was followed by a touch on the nose. Crytal smiled at her baby before walking away.

"Doesn't it trouble you to do such a thing?" asked Katana. "You are arming dangerous men with dangerous weapons. Innocent people will be slaughtered."

Crystal stops and turns around with a cold look on her face.

"Innocent people die every day, Ms. Yamashiro," said Crystal. "But I've had too many deaths on conscience to care. Three-thousand two-hundred and sixty-nine, to be precise."

As Crystal and Constantine leave, Katana looks at the baby in her arms and thinks about his mother.


At a bar in Bludhaven, Anatoly was sitting alone, drinking a glass of scotch, waiting for someone. That someone finally came. Crystal Frost showed up dressed in blue civilian clothes and kept a few strands of her hair white for good measure. She felt that it would help differentiate her from the normal Caitlin Snow.

"Crystal Frost. My favorite American," said Anatoly, arms wide open ready for a hug.

"Anatoly," greeted Crystal, giving Anatoly a hug. "It's good to see you again."

"You too," said Anatoly. "How is young Bartholomew?"

"He's growing up pretty 'fast'," quipped Crystal.

The two sit down as Crystal orders a glass of martini.

"So, you said you have way I pay debt to you," said Anatoly.

"John Henry Irons," said Crystal.

"Good man," commented Anatoly.

"He's involved in some bad business he doesn't even know about," said Crystal. "I need you to find him."

"That I can definitely do," said Anatoly. "However, if I tell Bratva that I am helping American out of good will..."

"I get it. I have to do them a favor first. Don't worry. I'll take on whatever task you can give me, even if it involves bloodshed," said Crystal.

"I'm still surprised such a young, beautiful lady can take life without batting eye," said Anatoly.

"If you checked my kill count, you wouldn't be surprised," said Crystal.

"Well, lucky for you, I do have job you can help with," said Anatoly. "Bogdan Shchepkin. Crime lord from Russia. He owes Bratva money and he has not delivered. We came here to America to look for him, but he's evaded us at every turn. Right now, he's at this fancy house guarded by an army. He has leverage that keeps us from catching him."

"I'm guessing that leverage will send you and your men into a gulag," guessed Crystal.

"Can't make move on Shchepkin without endangering the Bratva," said Anatoly. "That's where you come in. We need him alive. Although, I did mention he has army."

"Odnoy zhenshchiny bol'she, chem dostatochno," said Crystal, smiling with confidence.


After sunset, at the mansion belonging to Shchepkin, his men were guarding the area, keeping an eye out for the Bratva. One armed man in the gardens was standing by a tall bush, yawning. Suddenly, he was killed by an icicle that came out from the bush. The icicle is pulled back into the bush as the other men went to investigate.

All of a sudden, the entire ground was freezing. The ice froze their feet in place and proceeded in covering them. Soon enough, every man guarding the outside of the mansion was an ice statue.

One thug came out of the mansion to see the frozen mess.

"Boss, u nas yest' problema," he reported through his walkie-talkie. "Vse lyudi na ultise, oni zamerzli."

Crystal sneaks up behind him and stabs him in the back with a shard of ice, killing him.

"Zdravstvuyte? Zdravstvuyte?" asked Shchepkin through the walkie-talkie.

Crystal picks up the walkie-talkie and speaks. "Shchepkin, ya privozhu vam soobshcheniye ot Anatoly Knyazev. Ad prikhodit za toboy."

...

And so, Crystal unleashes her one-woman rampage through the halls of Shchepkin's mansion. The crime boss' men shoot at her, but she protects herself with an ice shield. She then whacks the men with the shield before stabbing them to death with a long blade of ice coating her arm. One tried knocking her out from by hitting her in the back of the head with a gun, but she was barely dazed. She turns around and stabs him as well.

In the dining room, Crystal freezes the entire dining table, ruining the men's dinner, before bursting into through the door. The men all took out their guns to fire, but Crystal immediately knocks them all down with a powerful breath of ice. She kills each and every one of them in many different ways. Besides stabbing them in the chest, neck, or head with her ice blade, she freezes them from head to toe, sucks all of their body heat with a simple touch to the face, and

She even decided to show off her hand-to-hand combat skills, sliding on the table to deliver a kick to the chest to a thug before stabbing him. She punches one in the face with an ice-coated fist before sinking her sharp, frozen fingers in his neck. She delivers a sweeping low kick that trips one thug. She immediately creates an icy stalagmite that pierces the thug upon falling. She then uses a butterfly kick on another thug and then bashes his brain with her icy fist.

She then kicks one thug in the stomach towards the wall, which had an icy spike that pierces him. For the last two thugs, Crystal fires small but sharp icy projectiles from her fingers, piercing them in many different places, killing them.

...

Crystal kicks the door open to Shchepkin's room. The only thug fired three bullets into Crystal. She dropped. Just when the crime boss and his goon thought she was dead, she stands up. Her three wounds healed and pushed the bullets out of her skin. She kills the last goon by simply shooting an icicle towards his brain.

Shchepkin takes out his assault rifle, only to have it taken away from him by the ice-powered metahuman.

"You're coming with me," said Crystal. "But before we go, I need to remove the evidence."

With a wave of her hand, every piece of ice inside and outside of the mansion melts into water so no one can trace the deaths back to her.


Back in Bludhaven, Crystal delivers Shchepkin to the Bratva with a broken wrist. Anatoly and the two men with him give her a look that asks her what happened.

"He tried to get away at the train station," explained Crystal.

"His men?" asked Anatoly.

"All dead," said Crystal.

"Impressive, Ms. Frost," said Anatoly.

Anatoly asks one of his men to hand over a file. He gives the file to Crystal.

"As promised, the location of Mr. Irons," said Anatoly.

Crystal looks into the file and smiles, satisfied.

"Before you go, I'd like to reward you with one more thing," said Anatoly.

Later, that day, Crystal was going through a process in the other room. She came out to show the tattoo of a Bratva captain on her shoulder.

"First woman to become one of Bratva," said Anatoly proudly. "My men were all against this, but since I am Pakhan, I can make this happen, because you deserve it. You save my life and showed me that you very capable woman. I am proud to have you with us."

"I'm flattered, Anatoly," said Crystal honestly. "Looking forward to do business with you some time in the future."

"As am I," said Anatoly.

After one more hug, Crystal leaves to return to her squad.


Back at the black site in Gotham, Deathstroke was staring at his sword with a look that clearly states that he has something in his mind that is bothering him. Huntress notices and sits down next to him to question him.

"I know that look. Something wrong?" She asked.

"Ms. Frost is hiding something from us," said Deathstroke.

"Obviously," said Black Siren.

"And you're okay with that?" questioned Huntress.

"I just came here for the thrills of the kills," said Black Siren.

"I came here to do right, but something tells me I'm being used again," said Deathstroke.

"Ms. Frost requires our aid to defeat the Thinker," said Katana, who is feeding milk to baby Bart. "It seems simple enough."

"Even if, there is another agenda here, I can sense it," said Deathstroke.

"I think you're being paranoid, mate," said Constantine, who had just came in from the secret entrance, walking a bit awkwardly, clearly because he's intoxicated from drinking.

"And why are you so lax about this, John?" asked Huntress.

"As long as my help is enough to pay the debt I owe her, I'll stay focused on our little task," said Constantine.

"While your reasons are self-serving, it is comforting to know that you will remain focused," said Katana.

"I'm more focused on what Frosty is keeping from us," said Captain Cold. "When she gets back, we need to have a word with her. We need answers."

"I'm sure she has a good reason for keeping a secret," said Black Siren, throwing a throwing star at a dartboard. "Maybe she knows that if we know, DeVoe will know."

"Wouldn't this DeVoe fella know that we know that he knows what we know?" asked Constantine, only to baffle himself. "Okay, I think I just broke my brain."

"Regardless, we need to have that discussion. We'll interrogate her if we have to," said Captain Cold.

"You're going to interrogate Killer Frost?" laughed Black Siren. "You're talking about a woman who held her own against the Flash, Green Arrow, and Supergirl at the same time. If she wanted to, she'd ice all of you at once."

"Let her try," said Deathstroke, preparing his sword.

"C'mon, mates. We're a team, aren't we?" said Constantine.

"You're one to talk, John. Frost says you get underneath the skin of everyone you meet," said Black Siren.

"Yet, here I am," said Constantine before passing out on the couch.

Tensions between the squad are rising, and not in the good way.

Oh, and if anyone has problems with Crystal/Caitlin being a member of the Bratva, let me just say that while I like to get realistic, I don't mind getting unrealistic once in a while.