Uncanny Suicide Squad

Chapter 15: Downtime- Part 2

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to DC.

Quote of the day- Ha! And here you thought I was just another bubble-headed-blonde-bimbo! Well the joke's on you, I'm not even a real blonde!'- Harley Quinn (Batman: The Animated Series- Harlequinade)

The Las Vegas Strip-

Harley Quinn stared at her companion for a moment. Did she just hear Ivy correctly, or were her ears playing tricks on her.

'Harley, are you okay...?' Ivy blinked in concern. 'Please, say something...'

Harley snapped out of her stupor and shook her head.

'I...I'm...I'm sorry, Ivy.' The blonde ex-psychologist sighed. 'This... this is just a lot to take in.' The incognito former villainess ran a hand through her hair. 'This ain't a spur of the moment thing, is it? You ain't decided that you loved me just now, have you?'

Ivy shook her head in response.

'How long have you felt this way?' Harley blinked. 'I've known you for a while, and I've never noticed anything...although it would explain why you hated Mistah J so much.'

'A long time, Harley.' Ivy admitted, somewhat sheepishly. 'I know, I should've said something sooner. Now you think that I'm a freak. God, sometimes I should learn to shut my mouth... It was just...I was afraid of how you would react. I wasn't even sure if you swung that way, and I wasn't sure how to ask if you did without sounding like...I dunno...'

'And I thought I was supposed to be the one that babbles.' Harley chuckled as Ivy's head drooped. 'I'd be wrong if I said that this didn't surprise me... but I ain't saying that it's out of the question.'

Ivy's sullen attitude started to brighten up at the news.

'You're a real pretty chick, Red.' Harley admitted. 'But let's just take this slowly, 'kay? It's a big bombshell to drop on a gal all of a sudden.'

'Sorry about that.' Ivy scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. 'I kinda just blurted it out, didn't I?'

'Uh-huh.' Harley nodded. 'I thought you were supposed to be some kinda doctor.'

'Didn't you used to be a psychologist?' Ivy countered.

'Touché, Red.' Harley laughed. 'Now, c'mon, there's still shops that we ain't been to.'

'Those new shoes aren't going to buy themselves.' Ivy smiled in agreement.

Harley linked her arm with Ivy's and with a gentle pull on their leads, lead Bud and Lou onwards on their search for many pretty things.

Elsewhere-

Killer Frost was making her way back home. The Suicide Squad's resident ice-wielder had decided to take in one of Las Vegas's many shows. Her show of choice was an Elvis impersonator. Unlike most people that chose to impersonate the King, this guy was pretty darned good. His resemblance to Mr Presley was uncanny. If it weren't for the fact that Elvis was no longer amongst the living, then Killer Frost could have sworn that the guy that she had just seen on stage was the real deal.

'Hey, you got a light?'

Killer Frost turned to see who had just addressed her.

'Sorry, I don't smoke.' Killer Frost apologised.

'Then perhaps you'd settle on giving us alla your money!' Another man smirked as he walked out of a nearby alley to join the first guy. Two more guys stepped out fo the shadows, both brandishing knives. The psychotic woman blinked at their weapons. Were these guys playing a prank?

'You call that a knife?' An unimpressed Killer Frost frowned, nodding towards one of the guys with a knife. 'I'll show you a knife...'

Killer Frost held out her hand. The quartet of thugs watched as a rather large and fearsome-looking ice knife slowly began to form in her hand.

'You guys really have no idea who I am do, you?' The cryokinetic smirked as she juggled her newly-formed knife from one hand to the other.

The four thugs, realised that they were facing no mere damsel in distress, started to back away.

'H-hey... we don't want no trouble...' The lead guy held up his hands.

'Oh, don't go yet.' Killer Frost pouted. 'Don't you guys wanna stay and play?'

Killer Frost soon had her answer as the four thugs started to run away. She just stood there and watched the thugs run for their lives. Once she was sure that the thugs had gotten far enough away, the ice-wielder held out her hands and formed blocks of ice around the thugs' feet. All four men tumbled to the ground.

'Now, usually I'd have a little fun of my own while I wait for the cops to arrive.' Killer Frost snickered as she stepped up next to one of the fallen thugs. 'But I'm trying to be a good girl nowadays, so I'll just leave you here in the middle of the road. If you're lucky, you won't get run over by a bus.'

'You're a freaking psycho!' The lead thug spat.

Killer Frost just leered down at the guy.

'You say that like it's a bad thing.'

Elsewhere again-

A crowd of people ran screaming out of one of Las Vegas's many casinos. This particular casino had two extra-special guests. These two were the only guests left in the place, actually. they were Ragdoll and Parademon, two of the Suicide Squad's newest recruits.

The appearance of the two had caused quite a stir, hence the mass exodus.

Ragdoll adjusted his rather nice tuxedo as he sat down beside a roulette wheel.

'What do you say we play a little game of roulette, Parademon?' Ragdoll asked his friend.

'Is that the game where foolish humans load a bullet into a gun and spin the chamber, hoping not to end up with the loaded chamber and blow out their brains?' Parademon asked.

'That is Russian roulette, my friend.' Ragdoll pointed out. 'This version of roulette is far less deadly.'

'Oh.' Parademon's head fell slightly. 'Then this game will have to suffice. Tell me, does one play this game with the skulls of our enemies?'

'No, we play this with money, just like everything else here.' Ragdoll explained.

Parademon frowned at that.

'Your games are sorely lacking in bloodshed.'

'Then remind me to introduce you to pin the carving knife on the superhero.' Ragdoll smirked as he sifted through his betting chips. 'You'll like that one.'

Parademon looked down at his friend's plastic discs.

'Oh. I don't have any of those small discs.' Parademon frowned. 'How can I win money if I have no money to start with?'

Parademon turned around and noticed some slot machines nearby.

'Ah, I have an idea...'

Ragdoll held his head in his hands. He couldn't bear to look.

'I am terribly sorry about my friend.' Ragdoll apologised to the cowering croupier as Parademon tore one of the slot machines from the wall, thousands of quarters cascading around his feet. 'He's new.'

Back at HQ, the next morning-

Everybody had arrived home from their various excursions. Captain Boomerang had even managed to sober himself up. His estranged wife, the Golden Glider, most probably had something to do with that. Parademon had his arms around a large pile of quarters, his winnings from the night before. Harley and Ivy were sitting beside each other, as always. But this time there was something different about the pair. They almost seemed... closer. Bizarro, Giganta, Killer Frost, and Ragdoll had all taken their respective seats around the meeting table. Cheshire was sitting beside her beloved Deadshot.

The red-and-silver-clad gun-for-hire stood up to address the team.

'First off, I'd like to welcome Golden Glider to the team...' Deadshot began, indicating the young woman sitting beside Captain Boomerang with a wave of his hand. The blonde woman waved in greeting. 'I'm sure that she'll become an invaluable addition to our te...'

'Ahh!'

Deadshot stopped what he was saying as Cheshire hissed in pain and put a hand on her belly.

'Chesh, what is it?' The Magnum-toting mercenary asked concernedly.

'It's the baby, Floyd...' Cheshire gritted her teeth through the pain. 'It's coming...'

TBC...

Next: Cheshire Has a Baby

Exactly what it says on the tin. Cheshire has a baby, duh!