Uncanny Suicide Squad

Chapter 9: Blockbusted!

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to DC.

The skies above Blüdhaven-

The S-Wing, the Suicide Squad's very own transport jet, zipped through the skies above Blüdhaven. If you thought that Gotham was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, then you hadn't been to Blüdhaven. The police force was notoriously corrupt. Most of the police officers were in the pocket of the city's very own top gangster, the super-strong giant known as Blockbuster.

Blockbuster had put a price on Cheshire's head, for one reason or another, and Catwoman was the first to answer the call. Cheshire managed to pay the Feline Fatale off before too much bodily damage could be done. Blockbuster's days were numbered. Nobody crossed the Suicide Squad and lived to tell the tale. As Brother Blood and Cadmus could very well tell you, if they were still alive.

Deadshot, the Squad's team leader, looked around at his team. He had made the decision to leave the Squad's two youngest members, Jinx and Blackfire, out of the mission. There would inevitably be a large amount of bloodshed. The two young former villains didn't need to see that.

Deadshot sighed heavily as he caught the eye of his fellow Squaddie, and the mother of his unborn child, Cheshire.

'There is really no need to worry, Floyd, my darling.' Cheshire reassured him. 'I may be heavily pregnant, but I can still look after myself.'

'I just wish that you stayed back at the Complex with Doc Mid-Nite.' Deadshot sighed. 'This mission is gonna be dangerous.'

Cheshire rolled up the bottom of Deadshot's mask and gently kissed him on the lips.

'You're cute when you're concerned.' The Vietnamese assassin smiled.

With that Deadshot pulled his mask back down and turned to address the rest of the Squad.

'Right, this is it, guys.' Deadshot explained. 'There's no time for being subtle. Let's just go in there and show Blockbuster not to screw with the Squad!'

'Does this mean we get free reign to use gratuitous violence?' Killer Frost piped up hopefully.

'Knock yourself out, Frosty.' Deadshot replied. 'Just leave Blockbuster to me.'

'Booyah!' Killer Frost crowed as she and Power Girl high-fived. 'I finally get to cut loose!'

'Bizarro am going to crush heads.' The imperfect Superman chuckled as he cracked his knuckles.

'You and me both, B.' Giganta replied with a grin. 'But I'll have to go easy. Blood is real a bitch to wash out when it get in-between my toes.'

'It's a pity that we're not gonna go up against the Flash, though.' Captain Boomerang added with a sad sigh as he twirled a boomerang around his finger. 'I've been hankerin' to give that flamin' gallah a whuppin' for quite some time.'

'I'm just happy that I get to burn somebody.' Firefly shrugged, not even turning away from the lighter that he kept on clicking on and off. 'I've barely had enough time to use my talents fully.'

'You and me both, babe.' Scorch purred as she laid her head on the pyromaniac's shoulder. 'Somebody's gonna burn!'

Blockbuster's Blüdhaven hideaway-

Blockbuster's mansion hideaway was a veritable fortress. He spared no expense on security measures. There was also his small army of mercenaries and assassins that he used for odd-jobs. Y'know, the usual. Liquidating opponents, collecting money from late-payers, same old.

Two such mercs were Stallion and the Electrocutioner. Stallion as just your regular run-of-the-mill dim-witted enforcer type that dressed as a cowboy. The Electrocutioner however, was much more impressive. He used a specially-made exoskeleton that could shoot out blasts of electricity. Not that those electricity blasts would be any use against their new guests.

'Hey, d'you hear that?' Stallion narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

'Aww. Yer ears are playin' tricks on ya.' The Electrocutioner rolled his eyes.

'Nuh-uh.' Stallion shook his head. 'I really heard somethin'.

'You're an idiot, Stallion.' The Electrocutioner sighed.

Unfortunately for the pair, Stallion's hearing wasn't playing tricks on them. That much was proven as a pair of deathly-pale hands punched through the wall and grabbed Stallion by the neck. With one swift squeeze, the enforcer's neck was snapped like a rotten twig.

'Goodbye!' Bizarro grinned as he burst through the hole and tossed Stallion's corpse away like it weighed nothing at all.

'Stallion! No!' Electrocutioner yelled as he pointed his electro-gauntlets at the imperfect clone. 'You'll fry for that, freak!'

However, before the Electrocutioner could even shoot off one single spark, he was squashed into goo by a giant sandal-wearing foot.

'Ooh. He squishes good.' Giganta snickered. She then frowned as she looked at her foot. 'Aww, hell. He's all over my foot like doggie doo.'

'Bizarro hate that too.' The imperfect clone nodded in sympathy.

Inside-

The Suicide Squad was storming Blockbuster's secret hideaway. The giant gangster's army of mercs didn't have a chance.

Brutale, a South American assassin that specialised in throwing knives, had just been speared through the heart by one of Captain Boomerang's razor-sharp boomerangs.

'Crikey!' The Australian Rogue grunted as he pressed his foot on Brutale's corpse as a means of leverage to remove his boomerang. 'The blighter's in tight!'

'Just forget the boomerang, Digger.' Killer Frost grumbled as she froze some miscellaneous heavies. 'We're got a mission to take care of, remember?'

'You stop freezin' people, an' I'll stop slicig' them up with boomerangs, Sheila.' Captain Boomerang shot back.

Killer Frost just rolled her eyes and gave the frozen heavies a good kick, shattering them all into a thousand pieces.

Elsewhere, Firefly and Scorch were taking on the muscle-bound enforcer in a gimp mask known as Bane.

'Your fire cannot hurt me, fools!' Bane snorted as he simply shrugged off the two Squaddies' onslaught. 'I am invincible!'

'Invincible this, sucker!' Firefly yelled as he swung a punch at Bane. Unfortunately, Bane easily caught the punch.

'That was a foolish move, Firefly.' Bane tutted as he pulled Firefly up to eye level. 'Now you leave yourself open to a back-breaking bl-AAAARRRGHHH!'

Bane's taunts were abruptly cut short as a blood-stained white glove emerged from his chest.

'Need a little help, guys?' Power Girl asked as she pulled her hand out from the newly-created hole in Bane's chest.

'We coulda taken him.' Scorch sniffed.

'Yeah. Cuz you were doing such a good job so far.' Power Girl rolled her eyes.

Firefly eyed Power Girl's blood-stained form warily.

'Is that somebody's arm?' The pyromaniac asked as he noticed a disembodied arm tucked into Power Girl's belt.

'I think the guy's name was Shrike.' Power Girl shrugged. She looked at the two fire-wielders, a puzzled expression on her face. 'What? It's not like he'll be using it anymore.'

'I don't even want to know what you did with him…' Scorch shook her head with a grimace. 'Let's just go find this Blockbuster guy, shall we?'

Elsewhere-

While the other Squaddies occupied themselves with the lackeys, Deadshot and Cheshire were on the hunt for the big boss: Blockbuster. They had reached the penthouse suite and were about to storm inside.

'Are you sure you don't to wait for the others?' Deadshot asked concernedly. 'Let Bizarro go first. Then we'll find out if there's a trap waiting for us without anybody getting hurt.'

Cheshire just shook her head good-naturedly.

'Now Floyd. If we were able to make it this far, don't you think that we'd be able to take care of one tiny little trap?'

'Just being cautious, is all.'

'Ready, dearest?' Cheshire smirked as she prepared to kick the door down.

'Ready.' Deadshot nodded.

Unfortunately, Cheshire never got to kick the door down.

BLAM!

'Cheshire! NOOOO!' Deadshot yelled as his teammate, and lover, was sent sprawling backwards by a bullet to the chest.

'Awww, isn't that sweet? The sell-out's concerned for his cow.' The mercenary and former nemesis of the Teen Titans named Slade Wilson: Deathstroke, but more well-known as Deathstroke, shook his head as he twirled his gun around his finger and popped it back into its holster.

Deadshot whirled around and pointed his wrist Magnums at Slade.

'You're going to die for that, Slade!' Deadshot hissed. 'So help me God…'

'What? No hug for an old buddy?' Slade chuckled as he threw his arms wide. 'Oh, well. I guess I'll have to kill you now…'

TBC…

Next: Deadshot Vs Deathstroke!

Exactly what it says on the tin. Deadshot Vs Deathstroke. What about Cheshire? Is she dead? How much of the Suicide Squad will still be left to take on Blockbuster? Tune in next time to find out…