A/N: This chapter is also pretty long. I've also started on the next chapter. I tried to combine the two but it was way too long and didn't flow as well. I'll definitely update pretty soon. I'm kinda on a roll here. I hope you guys enjoy this! Review with feedback!

"I lied to you," I mumbled, staring up at the high ceiling. The still, peaceful silence broken at my random revelation.

She rolled over, letting out a quiet yawn. "About what?"

"Never being in love," I muttered. I didn't know how she'd react.

She rolled over completely, straddling me and stretching her arms above her head sleepily as she did so. "What do you mean?" She asked through a yawn.

"I love my daughter, very much." I didn't like opening up about my daughter, but Harley was different.

"I know, she's in the next room, Floyd." Her tone was sleepy, but teasing as always.

I laughed a little, but a grin grew across my face as I saw a smile beginning to form on her face. She and Zoe had really hit it off since we moved in together. We're like a real family.

"I'm also in love with you," I said, then met her eyes slowing, waiting for a reaction.

She bit her lip in that sexy way she always does before she smiles or says something meaningful. Her face went from a smile to a grimace. In fact, she almost looked as if she were about to start crying.

I sat up, my hands stroking her face lightly. "Whoa, what's wrong, Dollface?"

She shook her head, causing me to pull my hands back from her face.

"What is it?" I pleaded. I hated seeing her unhappy. It's rare, but she has a lot of fucked up shit in her head. Despite being rid of J, Belle Reve, and criminal activity altogether. She doesn't talk about it much. Talking isn't always her style, but if she wants to talk, I'll never stop her. I love hearing her speak.

"It's just, if you're in love with me, why you'd let me die?" Her eyes were watery, tears ready to fall.

"What are you talking ab-" shots rang out before I could even react. Harley's body crumpled on top of mine. Broken and dying.

My world just crumbled and died in front of my eyes, and all I could hear was the laughter of Mr. J.

BANG BANG

"Deadshot! Get up!"

I shot up from my cot in my dusty old cell. I was breathing heavy, my body soaked with sweat.

Never have I ever been so happy to be here. I wasn't at my apartment. I was in my cell. No dead Quinn, and no J in sight.

I took another deep breath. The banging turned into whoever it was unlocking the door and stepping inside.

I sat up quicker than normal once I saw my visitor was Waller. I ran my hand over my bald head before swinging my legs over the side of my cot and standing up.

She raised an eyebrow at me, "It's almost noon,"

I shrugged, "Haven't been able to sleep much lately,"

She nodded slowly, "Bad dreams?"

I couldn't tell if she was mocking me or if it was a real concern, so I ignored it. "How's Harley?"

This time, she shrugged. "You tell me,"

I shrugged in return, letting out a bit of an attitude. "Well, since we had so little time to talk yesterday, due to your guard's mistreatment of her and myself, and my three day kick up with her file before that, I really can't be the one to tell you shit, now can I?" I was still angry about that asshole yesterday.

Waller didn't react for a moment, almost like she didn't even hear what I had said. "Well," she started, "You'll see her later on today, but right now you're going to meet with her guardian angel."

I let out an insincere chuckle, "Oh, and here I've been thinking that was me."

Waller's face remained cold, "No. You're just someone using her for your freedom. Remember that, Deadshot. She is nothing more to you than a business arrangement."

It's like she picked her words specifically to make me feel like shit.

My lack of a response seemed to be enough for her. She didn't wait for me to think of one, "Let's get going Lawton. He's a very busy man."

I nodded and followed her out slowly.

She stopped at the threshold and met my eyes again, "Oh, and that little kiss better have been for the sake of this mission. I don't need another Rick Flag,"

All I could do was nod and hope for Harley's sake she'd let it alone.

He was taller than I remembered.

I mean, I don't remember him as a short guy, but he looked way taller standing in this room as I entered slowly, cautiously.

Maybe he actually wasn't taller. Maybe, I was just feeling three feet tall lately. I know I was supposed to ask him questions and whatnot. Hell, I'm sure I'm supposed to be angry at the asshole for humiliating me in front of my daughter, beating my ass, then sending me to this Hellhole, but I wasn't. All I had in my head was the Joker's laugh. Over and over again. That, and the sight of Harley's lifeless, dull eyes boring into mine as she took her final breath. Yeah, I definitely need to visit her today, I want to see her smile, laugh, and well, just take a successful breath.

We took a seat across from one another at this metal table. The room was completely gray and stainless steel. Definitely a room Waller uses to interrogate incoming criminals here at Belle Reve.

"Is there something on your mind, Lawton?" His enhanced, deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, Harley." Why am I telling him this?

"Well, that's why I'm here. Isn't it?" His toneless voice challenged. I honestly bet this guy was puny underneath all the armor. Probably doesn't even work out, it's all enhancement.

"Did you really save her from drowning?" It doesn't sound like a heroic thing to do, she was, and, according to most people, still is a major threat to society. On paper, she would've been better off drowning in that river. God knows, I'm thankful she didn't.

"I did. She can't swim,"

I nodded, but I didn't like his answer.

I think he could tell, because he added a follow up statement, "You don't seem satisfied." I was sure he was raising his eyebrows beneath that ridiculous mask.

"I just don't get why you would save her. She's as bad as J is." I didn't believe that, but I was almost positive the Bat did. And I wasn't gonna let on that I had any sort of feelings for Harley. Friend or otherwise.

"That's not true, and I think, in your current situation, you've learned that for yourself."

"Would you have let J drown?"

"Yes, but I would've gone in the water to make sure he was dead."

"What did you see in her, then?" I hated this son of a bitch almost as much as I hated the Joker, but I had to know.

"Same thing I saw in you. And the same thing I'm assuming you've seen in her," He didn't move much when he spoke, almost animatronic.

"Yeah? And what's that?" I was recalling my arrest, he could've killed me. Lord knows, Zoe gave him enough chances to that night, but he didn't.

"Good people who've made a few, giant mistakes along the way. I think that what you two have done in the past is horrible, but you could come back from it. That is, if you're willing to try."

"Look, you don't know me. And-"

"Are you really going to tell me that I'm wrong?" He cut me off, probably rolling his eyes beneath his mask.

I wasn't gonna argue. Mostly because I knew he was right. About Harley, at least.

"What's the story with you two, anyway?" I knew he wasn't asking for any other reason besides concern. Concern of whether or not he'd have to watch us like a hawk. He was probably concerned about the potential success I could have, and the chance of Harley and I being released back into the real world.

"I'm helping her see that she doesn't need to go through with the life that she's chosen, or even keep a commitment to J. Waller's orders," I offered with a shrug. The last thing I need is this asshat knowing I have any sort of interest in her.

"Yeah, but that's not really why you're doing this. Is it?"

"She promised to free us both if I could pull it off, so yeah. That's pretty much why I'm doing it." My tone dripped with irritation. I wanted this guy to know I hated being in the same room as his freaky ass.

"No. She promised to free you. I was informed you convinced her to allow Quinn her freedom as well." The Bat leaned back in his chair slightly, probably amazed that someone could talk Waller into anything.

"Yeah, well the only reason she would be a danger was if she was still under J's thumb. Why hold her here for no reason if she got away from all that and proved it?" I offered, hoping he wouldn't notice that I oversold myself a little bit.

"You're right. I think she's starting to know better." He nodded and seemed to be looking through me. Maybe recalling something about Harley that led him to this conclusion.

"Well, that's pretty much all I care to talk to you about, Bat." I muttered. Now that the only reason I was being remotely civil was discussed, the urge to beat his ass was starting to get to me.

He nodded stiffly, then rose to his feet.

I remained seated, mostly because if I stood up now, I'm sure I'd lose my shit. I've come this far. I just need to let him leave, and hopefully, I'll never see this mother fucker again.

He balled up a fist and banged on the metal door three crisp times. My back was to him, but I could feel his eyes on me.

I sighed deeply, my irritation growing once more, "What is it, Bat?"

"It's okay to be a Rick Flag, you know," His tone still mechanical.

I stood up slowly, holding in my anger. This guy didn't know me, and he didn't know Harley. How dare he come in here and assume things like that.

"I don't have any fucking clue what you're talking about, Bats." I muttered, trying to contain my growing anger.

He didn't move closer to me, but when the door was pushed open for him to exit, he didn't leave either. He looked me up and down, then nodded. "Keep telling yourself that, Deadshot." Then he stepped out, the door slamming behind him.

I sat back down in the metal chair, knowing it would take a guards a moment before they came in and grabbed me. Well, not guards, Flag and/or Waller. They were keeping this little mission of mine under wraps. I think they're afraid of the other inmates finding out that soon enough, Harley and I could be released.

How did the fucking Bat know? Also, how much does he know? Does Waller give him access to our files, like my access to Harley's?

I ran my hands over my bald head several times, trying to remain calm.

The door behind me unlocks and Waller steps in. I stood up and quickly spun on my heel to face her head on. She shook her head and motioned for me to retake my seat. I took a deep breath and sat back down, sensing we had a bit to talk about before I had the opportunity to see Harley again.

Before she could even open her mouth, I heard myself blurt out, "How much does that guy know?"

She raises an eyebrow at me, but her hard expression doesn't change much besides that. "About what, exactly?"

"Me, Harley, all of us," I try to keep my voice even. Maybe, if I'm calm and collected, she'll take me more seriously.

"Well he knows what we know, so essentially everything."

I nodded slowly, reminding myself to keep my cool. "He arrested me in front of my daughter,"

Her expression remained hard for a moment, but seemed to soften as she nodded, "Only the people who need to know about Zoe, know about her."

I raised an eyebrow, "No one needs to know about her, Waller." I growled, venom in my voice.

She nodded once more, "And no one that could hurt her does,"

I leaned back slightly and gave her skeptical look, "How do I know I can trust you?"

She smirked and shook her head, "You don't know that, but you've done two missions now, and have I once threatened your daughter's safety to get you to comply?"

I tilted my head, letting her response put me in a whole new perspective.

Before I could respond, she opened her bag and pulled out sizeable package. She placed it on the metal table and slid it across to me. "Zoe wrote you some more letters. I was going to save these until the job is successful completed, but I know sitting through a session with the man who put you here in the first place couldn't have been easy. So, I believe you've earned it."

I quickly snatched up the letters, afraid to have them withheld from me anymore. Instead of being angry, I just nodded slowly. I looked back up from the box of letters to Waller's eyes. "Thank you," I waved the package in her direction.

She nodded. Her small smile evaporated into her signature hardened expression. "Let's take you to visit with Quinn. Hopefully Flag's men can keep their hands off you two long enough to get a conversation in."

I let out an irritated chuckle, "Yeah, let's pray for that miracle."

She didn't say anything else, she just got up and opened the door. I took note of her unspoken expectation to follow, so I quickly got up and followed her out.

While walking next to her, I had to fight the urge to smile. Despite meeting with the bat, this day has been better than most.

We met up with Flag halfway to Harley's cell. I felt myself sigh, having to do this trade off just reiterates in my head that I have something to hide from Harley. The more I think of her, the worse about this secret I feel. Come to think of it, I've withheld so much from her. Flag was right, I needed to keep her closer.

We walked in silence. I could tell he wanted to ask about meeting Batman for the first time since my arrest, but he wasn't gonna.

"How did it go?" Flag asked after a few more awkward seconds. Huh, I stand corrected.

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, "Uh, it was pretty good. He's better than I thought he'd be,"

Flag nodded slowly, "People have a way of surprising you at times,"

I smirked a little bit, "You've surprised me a little bit,"

He chuckled slightly, "Right back at you,"

Next chapter: Deadshot opens up to Harley about his personal life, and they grow closer.