A/N: Yay new chapter! I hope you enjoy it lovelies! It was quite fun to write. Review if you feel like it. Just enjoy if ya don't! Also, I'm sorry for any mistakes you may find. I have no beta so its just my eyes checking. I try to run through it a few ties but things still escape my notice.
Disclaimer: I own nothing by my wild Irish lass.
The first thing Corey noticed when she walked back onto the street was Harley wailing away on a downed creature not even ten yards away. Raising a bemused eyebrow she made her way over, the rest of the team circling around as well. Behind her Digger followed but didn't stop next to Deadshot as she did. Instead he loped his way towards Santana, a sardonic look on his face.
"Ey you were some help Princess."
"It's better this way. Trust me." The tattooed man waved his hand once in front of their faces, a dark shape with glowing eyes appearing for just a second before it burned away. The two of them went back and forth, the captain pulling out his lighter to taunt the man. Corey paid them no mind, leaning against a car and shrugging off her leather jacket. Running her fingers along her bitten shoulder she pressed tenderly around the flesh. The marks were small, only a dozen or so small punctures and her jacket took the brunt of the damage, but they still oozed blood slowly and a dark bruise was already forming around the wound. It was going to be sore but she'd live.
Shrugging her jacket back on, casting a dismayed look at the now ruined material, she eyed Flag and GQ as they hastily made their way towards the group of criminals, muttering angrily between the two of them. Everyone else seemed to be taking in the downed bodies, Digger crouching to swipe a fancy watch from one.
"What are they?" Harley voiced the question on all their minds, actually looking a little concerned.
"I don't know." Corey scoffed at the Colonels answer and Deadshot was quick with a rebuttal.
"Bull shit. That things got on a 3,000 dollar watch. Is that a person?" Lawton once again strode up to invade Flags space and the man looked away quickly before meeting the dark mans eyes.
"It was. Now its not." They held each others gaze before Flag turned around, immediately catching sight of Boomerang. "Hey don't!" Digger stood, a challenging look on his face, but Flag didn't back down. "We got a job to do. We're movin." He turned away and marched down the street, his soldiers quickly following. Corey looked around at the group who all had looks of derision and rage on their faces. Huffing in aggravation she started after the men, hand running through her wild mess of curls.
"Less one of yas has got a plan I tink we best follow."
Harley was the first to walk, but she could hear the others stepping up behind them as well. No one spoke as they made their way down the abandoned street, bodies tense as they waited for another attack. Next to her the lady clown slowed to a stop and then her bat was flying, the shattering of glass echoing around them. She couldn't help her laughter when everyone swung around, weapons trained on the woman, as she simply reached through the now open store window. Swinging the silver purse onto her shoulder she smiled happily and then eyed the second handbag laying there. Looping the chain strap onto her bat she swung it gently around to Corey, shaking the black studded bag back and forth enticingly. With another giggle she grabbed it and copied the other womans earlier actions.
"Aw Harl, ya shouldnae have."
"Seriously, the hells wrong with you people?" Flag was staring at the both of them, shaking his head incredulously.
"We're bad guys." Harley drew out the words like she was explaining to a child. "It's what we do."
Flag just shook his head in contempt and spun sharply on his heel, continuing to lead the way through the silent streets. They soon stopped to crouch behind a car, staring up at a large imposing building. Ooooh, I wonda where we're goin'. The army men conferred together, trying to come up with the best strategy to enter the building. Flag pressed his fingers to his ear, calling Waller before informing her on their situation. Corey rolled her eyes, annoyed at everything about this mission, but perked up with a smirk as she watched Lawton stroll on by. One more glance at the soldiers showed they were none the wiser so she hurried after the man, nearly dancing up to his side.
"Where ya barreling off ta then?"
"I'm gettin' this over with." With a smirk he continued on to the front of the building. Flag had apparently noticed their disappearance, as he was snapping out their alias' and demanding they return to him. Floyd reached the door and pulled on it, unfortunately it didn't budge. The glass, on the other hand, had no such problem. It shattered and rained down at their feet, but they paid it no mind, gingerly entering the building to the sound of multiple footfalls behind them. Saddling up to the hitman Flag shot him a glare from the corner of his eye.
"Mind if we tag along?"
The inside with quiet and deserted, just like everything else they'd come across. Searching the dark corners for any sign of danger Corey startled when a long pale arm threw itself around her shoulders. Turning her head she met Harleys bright sparkling eyes, her grin wide and secretive. Casting her gaze to the side the noirettes followed, falling upon the large glass elevator. With matching conspiratorial expressions they backed away, silently pressing the up button for the machine.
The doors opened silently and they both slipped inside. Corey pressed her shoulders tightly against the wall, hands clutching the tarnished brass of the rails and ankles crossed out in front of her. Harley stood right in front of the large glass wall, staring at the group that had still yet to notice they'd lost a few members. It wasn't until the doors had closed that the elevator finally made a sound, the loud ding catching everyones attention. They rose quickly, Corey lifting a hand to wiggle her fingers at the now scrambling group while the queen clown waved much more enthusiastically. Harley leaned against the wall opposite her and pulled out her phone while Corey laid her head back and closed her eyes, thankful for the second to breath.
Of course it didn't last long as the ceiling exploded and one of the bubble-heads dropped down between the surprised women. Its hands wrapped around the blondes throat as she struggled against it. For a second Coreys brain faltered. But it was quick to pass as the clown punched the thing in the face. Kicking out her foot the irish womans heel knocked out one of its legs and it released the girl, falling to kneel at her feet. She was quick to whip out her gun, a bullet ripping its way through the misshapen head and planting itself not three inches from Coreys form.
"Jaysus!" Face paling she scrambled backwards, tripping over her own feet and slamming back into the wall, rail pressing uncomfortably into her lower back. The blonde looked surprised, like she'd forgotten she wasn't alone in the elevator. Which she very well may have. Who knew with her. Not looking too concerned she turned away and began straightening her pigtails in the clear glass. Righting herself Corey took deep breaths, trying to control her heart rate, and risked a quick glance at insanities incarnate before looking away. Her eyes shot back as a large dark figure appeared on the other side of the glass for only a few seconds, and then it was breaking through.
Harley flew into the wall, landing right next to her, and then the creature was attacking. This time she was quick to react and slammed her elbow into the side of the things face before a black arm struck out at her. It slammed into the side of her head and swept her out of the way. She tumbled over herself, hand sliding painfully across the collection of scattered glass on the ground. The blonde knocked the creature away and followed, pushing it into a corner just as Corey got to her feet. Grabbing a twisted arm she flung it away and straight into Corey. Following its momentum she grabbed a hold of it, pinning it in place with a forearm and raising her other hand that crackled with electricity. She slammed her fist into its face a few times before she was kicked away. Tumbling over the previously defeated body she fell back, once more hitting the floor. Rolling backwards her intention had been to gain her feet. However she was only met with air as she tumbled straight out the broken wall.
With a nasty string of curses she clutched the edge of the elevator by her fingertips, kicking her feet as she tried to gain leverage. With a grunt she managed to lift her elbow over the side, hanging by her forearms as she tried to gain her breath, watching with impressed eyes as Harley ran up the elevator wall, landing behind it and smashed the things head in. She stood for a second and Corey had the distinct impression she had been forgotten again. With a sharp whistle she had the other womans attention and she gave an easy smile, lifting an arm slightly in her direction.
"Feel like helpin' me out darlin'?" Tilting her head to the side she seemed to consider it for a second before shrugging happily and stooping down. A dainty hand clasped hers and pulled her up with surprising strength. Once again on her feet she let out a large breath, smoothing out her jacket and facing the doors just as they opened. The rest of the team stood there, each taking their own defensive position. Harley just walked by the group with a innocent 'hi'. Smiling wide Corey followed, shrugging at the assembled people.
"Wha' ya take the long way fo' eh?" A few steps forward and the girls realized no one was following. Corey continued on with slow lazy steps as the blonde turned around.
"Come on. Let's go."
They walked through a few rooms, stopping for a second in each one before moving on. The noirette stayed alert, knowing that after the attack in the elevator there was no way there weren't more of the creepy things skulking around. Smoke, whisky and something wild invaded her senses seconds before a large arm wrapped itself around her neck, pulling her in close to a warm side. Whiskers tickled the side of her face as chapped lips grazed her ear.
"Now 'at was a wee bit naughty wha' ya did back there dahl. Running off like tha'." She didn't want to admit that he had effected her. Her breath had caught and heart sped up, causing a slight flush on her cheeks. His dark chuckle let her know he had seen and/or heard her reaction towards him. Rolling her eyes she stopped walking, Boomerang doing the same seeing as he had a hold of her. Instead of pulling away like he probably thought she would she instead leaned closer, trailing her fingers along his lower back as she wrapped her arm around his waist. Turning towards him she pressed close, her breasts pressing tightly against his side, as her other hand rose to play with the zipper of his captains sweatshirt.
"Oh hun," the purr was leaving her before she realized what she was doing. "If ya say tha' was bold, you've a few tings ta learn." She dipped her head just the barest amount, so that her lips ghosted a trail against the stubble on his chin, and she could feel his body rumble with a groan.
"An who'll teach me those things ey? You?" He leaned in closer until their noses brushed, corner of his mouth lifting to show off his gold tooth. For a moment she forgot her hesitance about the man in front of her. Wrapped up in his scent with his deep blue eyes engulfing her she wanted to drown in his accent and the free feeling he gave off. But then reality came knocking as dozens of bubble-heads fell from the ceiling.
Pushing away from her personal temptation she sprung into action, flipping away as chaos took control around her. Pulling out her staff she lengthened it, pushing as much of her power as possible into the metal. Soon it was glowing a bright white, blue bolts zipping from tip to tip, and finding a home in misshapen chest cavities and faces. One of them lunged at her and she fell backwards, loosing the grip on the staff, cursing angrily as she listened to it roll away. Legs wrapping around its waist she used its momentum to flip them over so she straddled its body, charged fists slamming into the creatures skull until it was no longer recognizable as anything.
From her position she tried to find her main weapon but couldn't see it. Shrugging she stood and pulled out her glock. She fired at the monsters, taking out any she could, happily noting their numbers were dwindling. Harley doing some crazy acrobatics around one of their bodies distracted her long enough for one to come at her from the side, taking her straight over a desk. She felt the knife slide into her abdomen but the pain was muted by the adrenaline. The creature ripped the blade from her body and she hissed in aggravation, wrapping both hands around the things throat. Tightening her fingers she sent out her power until the body on top of her was smoking and still, save a few reflexive twitches. Groaning she pushed the heavy being off of her and made her way shakily to her feet. Hand pressed against the desk she'd been thrown over she pulled away her jacket to inspect her newest wound.
It was bleeding steadily, a jagged hole that made itself known just below her ribs. With an annoyed huff she cast her jacket aside, ripping away some of the soft inner lining to wrap around her waist. Now that the fighting was over her nerves were on fire, but it wasn't the first time she'd gotten stabbed, nor the worst. She was sure the blasted thing hadn't hit anything vital so she was okay on that front.
"They're after Flag again!"
Deadshots voice brought her attention to where the colonel was being dragged away, once again surrounded. Growling in annoyance she snatched up her gun and bolted towards the struggling man, firing off shots when she was confidant she wouldn't hit anyone else. The rest of the team rushed forwards as well, Croc twisting the head off of one while Harley bashed another. Lawton shouted for them to circle up and they did so quickly, planting Flag right in the middle of them. The man tried to escape the protective circle, desperate to get to his still fighting men, but Lawton refused to let him go.
A few more minutes and it was over, the last of the creatures falling to the ground heavily. Flag immediately called for them to move, exiting the room as quickly as he could. The rest followed, Corey lagging behind slightly to find her staff, and then they were being shot at again. A bullet grazed her shoulder, the same one that had been bitten earlier, and she backed up into the room they'd just left cursing her rotten luck. The cacophony of gunfire echoed in her head and she peaked around the corner, watching as they tried to fight back.
It finally seemed Lawton had enough of Diablo standing around because he whipped around to face him, pushing the shorter man into the wall and tearing off his face mask.
"Where you been homie?"
"This aint my fight."
"You know what. You don't stand for shit- you aint about shit!"
"Don't touch me man!" At that Deadshot began waving his hands around Santana, tapping the top of his head and taunting the firestarter. Probably not the best idea, but as large hands grabbed the legs of her pants she lost interest in the immature spat that was happening. Instead she glanced down to meet the wide gaze of Captain Boomerang. Lips twisting in amusement she reached a hand down, lifting the man when he clasped it in his own.
"Well this got all bolloxed up ey?"
Whatever reply Digger may have gave was cut off by the roar of a great fire starting. Heat surrounded them and her hair blew back by the sheer force of the flames. Chato stood with an inferno shooting out of his hands, effectively setting their enemies ablaze, ear splitting shrieks filling the air as the creatures perished. Eyes wide Corey could do nothing but stare in fascination, mouth falling open as she got lost in the flames. That was some crazy power. When it was over Diablo stood silently, breaths rushing out of him in harsh pants. No one spoke as he turned to them, eyeing everybody with apprehension. Finally Deadshot broke the silence.
"I was just trying to get you there. Phil Jackson...we good right?"
Nodding at the taller man he jolted forwards a little as Harley slammed into his back, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
"I knew you'd come through."
Coming out of her trance Corey shot a smirk at the quiet man, punching him lightly in the shoulder as she walked by. "'At was the business luv."
They continued through the building, guns and weapons at the ready, tensed as they scanned the shadows. Fortunately there was no other incidents and they managed to reach the stairwell in peace. They started up in single file, Flag and his side bitch GQ leading the way. The rest ambled on behind them with a the few soldiers that were left trailing at the rear. Halfway to the top and Corey was panting, trying to bring air into her burning lungs as her legs went numb. Her eyes were on her feet and didn't see Harleys prone form until she nearly walked into the girl. The clown was gripping the railing, eyes glassy and focused on the bottom a long way down. Not sure if she was going to jump or not she raised her hand slightly, thinking to shake her out of her head. A second later she decided that wasn't the best idea and continued past her the same time a warm hand splayed across her back, pushing her forwards.
Recognizing the touch and smirking at the fact he'd placed himself behind her Corey swung her hips a little more obviously, enjoying the groan she got as a response. Another fifteen minutes of the muscle burning climb and they finally managed to reach their destination in one piece. The room they stepped into was large and actually lit, with comfy looking couches and chairs spaced throughout. Flag mumbled something and nearly jogged towards the door with a keypad next to it. Choosing to ignore him for now since it seemed they were taking a break she made her way to a chair, sinking into it with a tired sigh. Today had certainly not gone at all like she had thought it would. Her blood had made an appearance a few more times than she had figured it would for one. Her shoulder and side pounded fiercely in tandem and she repressed a wince as she shifted around.
A weight on the arm of the chair snapped her eyes open, when she had closed them she wasn't sure, and she turned her head slightly to once again see Boomerang. Huffing she rolled her eyes but indulged the man.
"Sometin' I can do fer ya Boomerang?"
Lips twisting up into a crooked grin the aussie slung his arm across the back of her chosen seat and leaned closer, other hand moving to her knee, long fingers splayed to curl under her leg. "Aye darlin', I'm think' there's quite a bit you can do for the Captain. Hows about we scurry 'way to a dark corner and find out?" The man leaned in even closer and trailed his nose up her jaw to bury it in her curls. A pleasured hum left Corey as she turned her head enough to touch the tips of their noses together. Glittering eyes stared into swirling blue and she unconsciously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Diggers eyes followed the motion with his gaze, pupils dilating.
Despite her earlier protests she really wanted to give into this man. If he kept popping up and invading her space with those eyes of his it would happen too. She knew herself well, her self control was never the best, and she'd been locked away with Griggs and his band of asshats as the only males to ogle. Not that she wanted to, they were all slime balls and disgusted her to no ends. Deciding she was thinking way too much she figured she'd just roll with it. Let the pieces fall where they may, as it were.
Placing her hand on top of his that still held her leg she trailed her fingers up his jacket sleeve until they were playing with the collar, fingertips grazing the back of his neck. "Who needs a dark corna' luv? Didn't figure you for a prim an' propa' lad." Her grin stretched wide at the pleased growl that reverberated in his chest and his grip tightened on her leg, pulling her closer and dipping down to nip her neck. A gasp escaped her and she nearly missed his next words, a smile evident in his voice.
"Oh dahl, the dark corner was fo' ya lovely. I thought 'bout just rippin' 'way your clothes right here an' having me way with ya. Been thinkin' bout gettin' me hands on those curves all day."
Moaning softly she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, fingers twisting into messy waves so she could pull him closer. Their lips brushed together as she whispered her next words. "Hold onto tha' thought luv. You're gonna need it." Winking at Diggers taken aback expression she popped out of her seat. Only a few steps away the secured door opened, and out walked Deadshot, Flag...and Waller. Muscles tensing almost painfully she stomped forward, the angry growl that left her echoed in stereo with Crocs own. The team prowled towards the woman, creating a semi-circle around her and Flag. There was silence before the Colonel broke it, simply creating even more tension in the air.
"Let's go home."
"Yeah, let's go home. That sounds good." One large step and he was at her side, once again slinging an arm around her shoulders. He shook her lightly, and when their eyes met his were angry, sparking with a hard light as he spoke through clenched jaws. "You guys wanna go home? Hmm? Or ya wanna go back to prison." With visions of her glass cell swimming in front of her eyes Corey shook her head vehemently, subconsciously pushing herself further into Boomers side, and Harley quickly spoke up.
"I'm not going back to prison."
"Wha' I'm saying is...we kill the pair of 'em now before they kill us." Katana moved forward, pulling out her sword, and Corey wrapped her arm around her interests waist without a thought, hand raising in front of them to spark threateningly. Waller swung her arm across Katanas body, halting her process forward, and simply stared at the assembled group with a look of entitlement and boredom filling her eyes.
"I got this... You all made it this far. Don't get high spirited with me and ruin a good thing." Her monotone surrounded them and she raised her phone, showing her nano app blazing across the screen. She wiggled the phone for a few seconds, thumb hovering over their faces. Glances were exchanged, but no words, and Waller easily strode between the group heading for the stairwell, Flag and Katana following behind faithfully. Corey could feel her body shaking with suppressed rage and she took a deep breath, glaring at the floor.
"C'mon darlin'." A strong arm pulled her along and she released a sigh, falling into step with the rest. One day she would kill that woman, but today wasn't it.