Please leave anything that Skipper has mentioned in the series that happened in his past below in the comments so I can make this fanfiction as close to what happened as I can.
"So you're not staying?" Flippy sighed as Skipper checked a map on possible locations Deadshot would go.
"No, I have to stop Deadshot" Skipper rolled up the map and stuck it under the bench where he had stashed it earlier during the day, now that it was night, it was the perfect time to head out.
"What do you want me to do with the devise" Flippy said, noses the small devise on the side of the pool, where Skipper was standing.
"You can keep it if you like" Skipper told him, "anyway I'd better get going; I'll see you around Blowhole".
"See you later Skip" Flippy called as Skipper took off.
Skipper sighed, he still couldn't believe he'd let Deadshot escape again. His goodbye to Flippy had been a hurried one, but one that he wouldn't forget anytime soon, despite himself he had enjoyed having someone around who was always asking questions about what he did.
"Stop daydreaming and focus" Skipper told himself, he shifted in the small crevice he had squeezed himself into, it was the perfect spot to watch the ally where Deadshot was going to threaten a cat by the name of Peirce, who had valuable information regarding the animal spies, this was the first time Skipper had heard of them, mainly from an old friend of Slade's namely Harley, who had gone after Deadshot upon learning of Slade's death. Skipper had managed to convince her to go back to her home, and had assured her that he was going to bring Deadshot down, no matter what it took. Suddenly a grey cat leapt into the ally, to Skipper's surprise, he had a collar with gadgets on it, and a tiny radio built in.
"This is Agent fifty-two, I have completed my mission" the old cat rasped.
"Is that so Peirce?" Deadshot's voice made Skipper tremble in fury; he wouldn't screw this mission up. The cat spun around and attacked only to be shot by the hand gun in Deadshot's paws. The cat hit the ground hard on his side and struggled to his feet, gripping his left fore-arm which had been grazed by the bullet.
"Now please tell me more about where your organization makes birth, or who your boss is" Deadshot purred.
"Classified" the cat hissed.
"Really" Deadshot aimed the gun at the cat's chest, Peirce backed up into the wall.
"Come on, a little farther Deadshot, and I'll be able to take you down" Skipper muttered in frustration.
"Ok, ok, my organization is from Britain, I don't know where though I swear, Captain Buck Rock Gut meets me in London to give me my assignments." Peirce wasn't very good at holding his tongue for his friend's safety.
"And your mission" Deadshot motioned for the cat to continue.
"To find information regarding the Red Squirrel's escape, forty years ago, we've been trying to find where he went and put him back in the splinter cell, a secret jail for criminals who have tried more than once to take over the world." The cat continued to blab. Skipper found this story as interesting as the General Shinjin story.
"And where's Buck Rock Gut now?"
"I don't know, he stays at his underground HQ for most of the time, unless he's called into action"
"Well you better call him into action then" Deadshot moved into range for Skipper's planned attack. Skipper checked his position one last time before dropping out of the crevise, bounced off the wall and slammed into Deadshot, knocking the lemur off his feet.
"Wha-" Deadshot had no time to react before the cat took the gun and pointed it at the lemur, while Skipper pinned him down.
"You know what Lemur, you should have killed me when you had the chance, cause now, you're going to the splinter cell" Skipper snarls softly, insultingly.
"Gangsters! Gangsters! Penguin and cat gangsters!" Skipper glances up to see a ferret wearing a peace sign necklace and strange looking glasses.
"Stay calm civilian, this lemur is under arrest for murder" Skipper growled.
"Murder? How could such an innocent looking animal kill someone" the ferret stumbles forward to get a closer look at Deadshot.
"Back off hippie" Peirce hisses.
"No, no, no. This is not the way to go about things, violence is never the answer" the hippie continues.
"Sure it is" Skipper spat.
"My brothers and sisters please come and help me teach these youngsters about peace and love" the hippie yells, almost instantly nearly two dozen other animals, all small, come into the ally. They all came forward to hug Skipper and Peirce, the cat jumped back out of range, Skipper wasn't as lucky. He leapt back to avoid them, and Deadshot grabbed his leg, causes him to fall onto his back, the first hippie tripped over Deadshot and landed ungracefully on Skipper's right flipper.
"OW!" he screamed, ripping his wing out from under the hippie, cause him even more pain. Deadshot flew out from under the mass of hippies and fled from the scene, causing Skipper to curse for the first time in his life,
"Hoover Dam!" he spat, holding his injured flipper close to him.
"No cursing dear boy, we don't want all your filth in Hoboken" another said.
"This place is already filthy" Skipper snarled, this took the hippies off guard, and then their eyes narrowed and their heads lowered.
"Just back away slowly boy" Peirce whispered to him, Skipper did this and the hippies followed.
"Run" that was all Skipper heard Ppeirce say before the hippies, despite their peace loving nature got violent, and then next thing he knew, he was waking up in a small, colorful room, lying on a cat bed. Peirce stood over him,
"Where am I?" Skipper muttered, he glanced over at his injured flipper and was shocked to find it covered in bandages.
"New York, Central Park zoo actually, One of the hippies hit you pretty hard, knocked you out cold, after they left, I took you to the nearest zoo, and well the vet took care of you, heard him say you got a broken wing, I came in after they left" Peirce explained.
"I need to get back after Deadshot, I would've had him if not for the stupid hippies" Skipper tried to get up, but Peirce refused to let Skipper stand.
"No, you need to recover first, where's your HQ, I'll take you there" Peirce offered.
"I don't have a HQ" Skipper gasped, surprised by the pain in his flipper, he struggled to sit up, he felt light headed.
"Where was the last place you stayed at?" Peirce asked, "I'll take you there instead."
"Coney island; there's a theme park there, with a small zoo, I have a comrade there" Skipper mumbled.
"Ok I'll take you there in the morning" Peirce promised, "but for right now just rest"
"Ok" Skipper lay back down without complaint, his flipper still burned with pain and he was still light headed, and had little strength left, but before he fell back asleep he asked Peirce:
"You know something Peirce?"
"Hm" Pierce showed he was listening.
"I really don't like hippies" Skipper said.