Author's Note: Official start of the Suicide Squad scenes, though it may be a bit before there's real action. I'm changing a few things, because I want the gaps left in the movie to fit together better, but for the most part the good scenes should be the same. More of the little changes I'll make will start in the next chapter, as I can start with more character interactions.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
Harley was thrown backwards into her cell with a thud as her behind met the cool ground. Her stomach churned with the forced, sickly daily feeding that she had once again endured. Harley had become as accustomed as one could be to force feeding, although the pain it caused coupled with the rolling, dense feeling left in her stomach remained.
As the guard's left, returning to their duties, Harley pushed back her hair from her face, it brushed past her waist, much longer than she ever wore it voluntarily. Pushing herself up from the ground, Harley straightened her worn outfit, the singlet was frayed, the plain white bra and underwear all else that she would wear. Harley rocked on her heels for a moment, eyes closed as she felt the rush of bitter anger at being where she was.
Moving quickly, Harley scaled the bars of her cell slightly to be a foot higher off the ground, before leaping through the air and grasping the hanging sheet. Swinging herself into the sheet more firmly, Harley sat for a moment, dangling her pale, sculpted legs through the air, before shifting backwards to artfully twist her thighs into the fabric. Releasing her hands from the sheet, Harley dropped backwards, held in the air by her legs she allowed her body to hang towards the ground, fingers brushing through the air.
Twisting and arching her body, Harley moved gracefully through the air, falling back into her routines of dancing. As Harley hung in the air she daydreamed, imagining she was back in the club, the thick, warm air surrounding her as she danced in the hanging chains, drawing all eyes but only caring about one pair.
Harley brushed her hands through her long hair, the cheap shampoo had left more than an inch of split ends at the end of her pale locks. Harley let her hair swing free as she pulled herself up slightly, reaching to grab one of her legs and pulling it towards her head. Harleys muscles burned nicely at the stretching, something she had very little chance to do while she had been locked away. Even in the grey room, Harley enjoyed the watery sunlight streaming down from the windows.
Hearing footsteps down the hall, Harley twisted upwards to a better position, where she would be able to drop down quickly and attack should she want to. Harley kept one leg wrapped up in the sheets, moving her body to a sitting position that appeared casual, with one leg dangling down. Glancing to the side, Harley spotted the group of heavily armed guards, the gear (including shields) now compulsory anytime Harley was to be taken from her cell.
Keeping her face relaxed, Harley went through all the possibilities of why the guard's would be back so soon after her 'feeding'. They took her to the bathroom before the feeding so it didn't make sense for them to break the schedule. The guard's stopped at the rooms gated entrance as the two guards stationed there opened the door for them, allowing the group to pour into the room.
"Sector C, get your heads out of your ass! The boss is on deck" Harley heard the familiar voice of Griggs yell, using his hands and short barked commands to direct the group of guards around the room. Once everyone had spread out into their allotted positions, Griggs approached Harleys cell slowly. Harley turned her head slightly to track his movement, swinging slightly through the air to maintain her uncaring demeanour. As the wire gate surrounding Harleys cell was opened, Harley moved to sit up straight in the sheets, a smirk tugging at her lips as she heard Griggs addressing the men around him.
"If she moves, fire her up. All right?" He said, moving through the fence to stand by the bars of Harleys cell. Harley did not move from her position, subtly checking out where all the guards were stationed in the room. "You going to come down from there or what?" Griggs asked, false politeness tinging his tone. Harley hesitated for a moment, allowing a slow grin to spread across her face at the extremes they went to in their effort to contain her.
Rocking backwards, Harley flipped backwards, letting her legs slip free from the sheets before finally releasing her hands and dropping to the ground smoothly. "Yeah. Look at you" Griggs laughed slightly, his eyes glued to Harleys movements. Harley approached the bars where Griggs stood, grasping them as she pressed her face against the cool metal, hoping he would give her the opportunity to bash his head in.
Griggs leaned in slightly, speaking in a lower voice "You know the rules hotness, you gotta' keep off these bars" He said, trying too hard to sound friendly. Harley studied him for a moment, noting the anxiety hidden in his eyes. "What these bars?" Harley questioned lightly. Griggs' smug face never moving from her view "Yeah, those bars" He answered as Harley leaned in and licked slowly up the cold bar in front of her, enjoying the mixed emotions that flew across Griggs' face.
"Oh my God" The man before her groaned slightly, laughter huffing through his words as Harley smiled widely, laughing along with him. "You are in really bad shape up stairs, lady" He added, speaking louder as he watched Harley. Leaning backwards slightly, Harley let her smile fade, before resuming her position pressed closely to the cell bars. "You gonna' come in here and tell me that?" Harley started lowly "Or are you too scared?" She finished, watching the smug smile drop from Griggs' face.
"Come on, I'm bored" Harley pleaded falsely, eyes cool as she watched the man try to maintain an expressionless face. "I'm bored, play with me" Harley pouted with a slight whine to her voice. "You put five of my guys in the Hospital, honey. No one's going to play with you. You sleep on the ground" Griggs stated. Harley saw some of the guard's shift uncomfortably at the mention of her violence.
Harley let her face remain cold "I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want" She said back, solid confidence in her voice as she looked the disgusting man before her up and down with contempt. Griggs laughed shortly at her, shaking his head slightly. "Oh man, I love you" He said, amusement on his face as he pulled a radio from his chest pocket. "Alpha One, hit her" He said, before Harley could pull away from the bars. A surge of electricity ran through her, sending her flying backwards onto the concrete floor.
Anger ran through Harley as the shock brought forward the blurry memories of the force feeding. The guard's with too much bravado would try and mess with her while they transported her within the Prison, quickly put in their place by a fight they could not win. Harley rolled her head upwards, seething hatred taking over as she leapt upwards, running towards Griggs with the intent of grasping his head through the bars and slamming it into a bloody pulp against her cage.
The blinding, crazed, madness stopped her from thinking through her plan fully, as she was yet again thrown backwards by the enormous bolt of electricity flowing through her body. Harley let out a low huff of air as she hit the ground yet again, her eyes rolling slightly as the world blurred out into darkness. Vaguely Harley heard Griggs' saying "That is just a whole lot pretty in a whole lot of crazy" and the sounds of gates opening as she blacked out.
Harley knew she was dreaming, she couldn't force herself awake, but she knew she was dreaming; drifting through darkness. In a blink of her eyes she was suddenly in the streets. The surroundings were familiar, the area surrounding Jokers club was dim and shabby during the day, but it was comforting. Turning to see Jokers club, Harley felt as though she was wading through syrup, her movements heavy and slow. Her heart dropped at the sight that met her, the club was up in flames, Joker nowhere to be found as the imposing figure of Batman watched the building burn.
Before Harley could open her mouth to scream, to search for Joker, the dream world blurred. Harley stumbled, finding herself in an entirely different place all of a sudden. The halls were familiar, the bland setting of Arkham Asylum had her heart thumping in her chest. Her body was moving without her permission, striding quickly down the halls. Harley didn't recognise herself at first as she caught sight of her reflection in the glass of a passing window, her hair was a golden blonde, pulled back into a tight pony tail. Her make up plain and subtle, her professional clothing covered by a starched white lab coat.
Harley struggled to regain control of her body as she turned into a room, the one used for ECT, she recognised faintly. Panic shot through her at the sight that met her eyes. The room was dark, a bright light hung in the center of the room over a steel table. Strapped firmly to the table was Joker, his hair mussed and his eyes closed. A man in full surgical gear appeared from the darkness beside Joker, his face partially hidden by the surgical mask.
Harley slammed against the confines of the body, against Harleen, trying in vain to regain control and get to Joker. Her body came to a stop beside the table, Joker's eyes opened slowly, his gaze cold and hateful as he caught sight of her. "The patient is prepped, Doctor Quinzel" The man in surgical gear said, his voice carrying strangely through the room. "Very good, let's proceed" She heard her voice say, no, not her voice. Harleens voice.
The man held an instrument that looked very similar to an icepick out to her. Despite her desperate efforts to control her body, she watched as her lightly tanned hand reached out and grasped the instrument. The man nodded at her, as her hand moved to place the instrument to the inner corner of Jokers eye, his face loathing and cold. Screaming at herself to stop, to wake up, Harley was trapped as she watched the man hand a small hammer type instrument to her.
Without a word she accepted the tool and raised it, before slamming it down on the end of the icepick tool, sending the instrument into Jokers brain. Harley couldn't handle the pain she felt, despite knowing she was dreaming, at the sight of her own hands lobotomising Joker. The room faded to black, the sound of Joker grunting in pain the last thing she heard as she faded into the blackness.
With a gasp, Harley returned to consciousness, her mind churning at the horror of the dream. She never wanted to be trapped as Harleen Quinzel again, she would never let anyone harm Joker, not even herself. Harleys body tingled as she became aware of her surroundings, her eyes and brain throbbed slightly in time with her pulse as she opened her eyes.
The dark hallway appeared similar to the drab, grey Belle Reve hallways Harley was accustomed to, though subtle differences told Harley she was in an area of the building she had never been to before. As Harley attempted to turn her head she was met with resistance. Glancing down, Harley found herself to be strapped in place, she recognised the contraption she was being wheeled in as the one used to hold her when she was being force fed. The blurry horror of her dream faded from her mind quickly as she became fully aware of her surroundings, also allowing her to note that she was dressed in the same orange jumpsuit she had been put in when she first arrived, though it was now extremely faded, with rips in areas.
She was turned down a corner, allowing her to briefly catch sight of the armed guards surrounding her. The hall opened up into a large, dimly lit space. Men dress in heavy army clothing dotted the area, some preparing weapons and collecting gear from large gated lockers. Harley laughed as she was wheeled down the hall, enjoying the air brushing against her face, though she had no idea where she was going.
As Harley was wheeled past a table, she caught sight of a set of black cases being handled by some of the soldiers. Straining slightly to read the red embossed lettering Harley made out 'Van Criss Laboratories' on the tops of the cases. "What is that?" She questioned, as the case was picked up and brought around the table.
Harley was stopped in her chair suddenly as a group of people dressed in camo printed clothes entered the room. Two of the group, a man and a woman, were dressed in surgical gloves, masks, and aprons, they stared at her curiously. Harley pushed down the flash of her recent nightmare at the sight of the medical garb, though could not contain the thread of concern that filled her as she wondered what they would do.
"Who are you?" She asked, as the man with a face mask locked eyes with her. No one answered Harley as they crowded around the black case, their bodies blocking the contents from view, though the low voice of a man carried to her as he said "Stand by, arming device". "Who are you? I don't know who you are" She repeated, straining against the restraints as she caught sight of the device they held.
It looked almost like a high tech tranq' gun that Joker had in his weapons room, shining silver and black in the artificial light. "Hey, hey! I'm talking to you!" Harley demanded, as the device was handed to the soldier in Doctor get up. The man pressed something into the device, before placing it against Harley's neck, causing her to struggle harder against the restraints.
"Hey I'm talking to y-" Harley was cut off by a searing pain through her neck, she let out a short scream as the pain shot through her neck sharply, forcing her eyes closed. A cool device was placed against the same spot as Harley breathed through the pain, vaguely hearing the man say "Injection successful" Shortly followed by a woman's voice saying "Location verified".
Harley opened her eyes to see a flash of a screen to her side, and what appeared to be a sonogram of her neck, a small white rectangle stood out in the middle. Before Harley could ask further questions she was once again being wheeled down the dim halls. A man's voice behind her made her laugh despite her annoyance at the situation as he threatened anyone who touched him.
Harley was soon lead to a pair of double doors, two armed guard's jogged ahead to push the doors open, allowing the bright light of natural sun to illuminate them all. Harley was blinded for a moment, as she was pushed out into the light, her chair crunching on the gravel. Harley studied her surroundings quickly, to one side was a large mesh fence topped with barbed wire, to the other side stood a tall, grimy, concrete wall.
As a gust of wind blew lightly against Harley's face, she let out a 'Wheee' enjoying the change in routine as her mood flipped frantically between emotions, she had a better chance at getting away when they changed routine. Suddenly Griggs picked up his pace from where he had seemingly been trailing behind slightly, Harley glanced at him from the corner of her eye as he tapped her hand. "Listen, you're being transferred. I don't know where you're going" He stated, sliding his hand to Harleys as he walked quickly beside her. Pressing something firm into her hand, he glanced at her. "It's from Mister J" He started. Harley looked quickly at her hand, her heart leaping at the sight of her phone, a cartoon logo style drawing of Joker's head illuminated the screen.
"You gonna' tell him I took care of you?" Griggs questioned, concern seeping into his tone. Harley smirked up at him as she clenched her hand around her phone, hiding it from view. "You're so screwed" Harley said, chilling amusement playing in her eyes as she began laughing, imagining what Joker would do to him when she told him all about her stay.
"What do you mean by that?" Griggs asked, stopping to turn to look at Harley full on, as she continued laughing wildly. "What do you mean by that?" He called again, slightly more frantic. As Harley was pushed through a large set of gates, a soldier stepped forward and stopped Griggs from walking any further. "Get off me" He growled "Harley what do mean by that?! Harley!" He yelled, as more soldiers stepped forward to stop Griggs from following the maniacally laughing Harley.
Harley was pushed through a second set of gates to large open space, before her was an enormous plane, the back opened to reveal a cavernous empty space. As Harley reached the ramp leading onto the large plane she was halted, she managed to slip the phone down into the seat of her chair, sliding her leg slightly to shift the phone under her body. A soldier to her left approached, holding a large syringe. "Triple dosed, she'll be out for the trip" He said to the guard who had been pushing her chair.
Harley laughed as the man pressed the needle to her neck, injecting the sedative into her bloodstream. Commotion behind her indicated that whoever else was being carted around was being sedated as well. As the chair began moving again, pushing Harley into the gaping mouth of the plane, her vision began wavering, the colours oozing together to blackness. Harley did not fight this time, as she lost consciousness, despite the confusion of not knowing what was happening she was content with the fact that Joker was coming for her.