#floyd lawton x reader

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Need I say more

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

It'll Be Okay

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick and you are captured on a mission by a man looking for information. And he is willing to use any means necessary to get the answers he is looking for.

Word Count: 4328

TW: Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Blood, Near Death, Non-Main Character Death, Sliced in Half, Electrocution, Knives, Stabbing, Capture, Forced to Watch

“Darlin’. Come on, you need to wake up…… Listen, we’re in real trouble here and I need you with me. So, please, WAKE UP!”

You slowly open your eyes as the voice continues to call out to you. As you start to get your bearings, you try to wipe your hand over your face just to discover they are both chained above your head to the wall behind you. Looking around, you realize you are in a strange room you had never seen before.

The walls and floor are made of concrete and there are no windows, just a single door to your left. Three other sets of chains identical to yours are scattered throughout the room. Rusty-colored blood stains coat the walls and floors around them with trails running down and leading to a drain in the middle of the floor. And there just above the drain, strapped to a metal table tilted at a 45˚ angle is your commanding officer.

“Rick!” You pull furiously at your chains as you vainly try to get to him.

As soon as he sees you’re awake, he releases a large sigh of relief. “Hey, darlin’. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. My head is killing me, and I’m chained to a wall but besides that, no complaints.” Rick chuckles and you give him a small smile before continuing. “What happened?”

“We were ambushed in the town square. The last thing I remember was fightin’ back-to-back with you but then you collapsed to the ground. Before I could even turn around to see what was wrong, something slammed into the back of my head, and I blacked out. When I woke up, we were both like this.” He jerks at his restraints to emphasize his point.

“And the rest of the squad?”

Rick shakes his head. “I don’t know. We lost a lot of them, but I saw Harley, Harkness, and Lawton still standin’ right before we were grabbed. So, who knows anymore.”

You nod, glad to know at least some of your friends might still be alive. A slim chance was better than nothing. It was better than you or Rick had at the moment. As you keep looking around the room, no obvious means of escape jump out at you. In fact, the more you look around, the more it solidifies the fact that you are both trapped in an unknown location with no means to contact the team or the control center. And to make matters worse, neither one of you is in any position to even put up a fight if the opportunity arose. Things do not look good.

“Rick, I’m sca-” You bite your lip to keep from admitting your weakness, but Rick knows you too well. He immediately understands what you were about to say.

“I know, darlin’. I know. But it’ll be okay. Do you hear me? We’ve been in worse situations than this before and we’re both still standin’. We just need to stay strong and whatever happens, to either of us, we do not give in, and we do not give up.” When he sees you still hesitating, he barks, “That is an order! Do you hear me, Sergeant?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you reply, a small smile ghosting across your lips. He always knew how to keep you strong, keep you focused. But then your smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Rick… what’s about to happen here?”

Rick looks at you with an expression that can only be described as dread. “I don’t know.” Suddenly, you both hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. “But I think we’re about to find out.” He gives you a quick nod and a wink of reassurance just as the door swings open.

A man enters pushing a tray of tools. You can’t see everything that is on it, but you can definitely make out a variety of knives, pliers, and a strange box with wires. You and Rick exchange nervous glances but you try to remain as calm as possible. You have both been trained for these types of situations and as much as the next few hours might hurt, you know you can hold strong.

The man turns first to Rick and then to you as he introduces himself, “Hello, Colonel, Sergeant. My name is Jonas. I work for some people who do not like the people you work for.”

“The U.S. government?” you ask confusedly.

Jonas nods with a cruel smile. “Exactly. You see, your government captured a large quantity of their product over the past few months, and they want it back. So, you tell me the location of Warehouse 552 and I’ll be on my way. If not, then we will have some fun.” He gleefully ran his hand over the instruments on the tray.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think we are, but you have the wrong people. We don’t even know anything about any warehouse! Do we Rick!” you glance over at Rick who is still glaring silently at Jonas, but the set of his jaw and the blaze in his eyes tell you all you need to know. Oh, shit.

Jonas must have picked up on Rick’s lack of a response as well because he smiles and approaches the table Rick is strapped to. “But you do, don’t you Colonel? You know where it is. So, the question comes down to what are you willing to endure to keep your secret? How much pain can you take before you finally break? Hmm? Well, let’s find out shall we?”

He turns back to his tray of tools and picks up a very sharp-looking knife. You tug against your restraints furiously. “Rick…”

But he just growls at you, “Stand down, Sergeant! That is an order! Remember what I said.” His voice is firm and harsh, but you know him well enough to detect the slight tremor underneath. He is just as afraid as you are.

Jonas turns to Rick and places the tip of the knife on Rick’s shoulder. Then, slowly, he trails it down his arm all the way to the metal cuff around his wrist, leaving a thin red line of blood in its wake. Rick didn’t as much as flinch, but your heart is racing a mile a minute. Jonas repeats this process two more times on Rick’s left arm then does three lines on his right. This is followed by three lines to either leg. By the last mark, you can see a slight twitch in Rick’s jaw, and you know he is in pain. But there is nothing you can do but just stand and watch.

When he is done, Jonas puts down the knife and picks up a set of jumper cables. Your eyes grow wide at the sight, and you pull wildly at your restraints. “No! No, please, stop! Don’t do this!”

Jonas smiles and turns to Rick. “Shall I do what she asks? Shall I stop? Just tell me what I want to know, and this will be all over.” But Rick just continues to look straight ahead, his face a mask of strength and steel. So, Jonas shrugs, “Very well then.”

He clips one cable right under Rick’s arm and the other just above his opposite hip. He waits for one second to give Rick a chance to change his mind, but when he doesn’t, Jonas flips the switch.

Rick’s entire body convulses violently as volts of electricity surge through his body. You can’t help but scream as you watch all his muscles tense and go rigid. It seems to go on forever before Jonas finally shuts the machine off. Rick collapses back onto the table, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. But before he can, Jonas turns the machine back on and Rick is sent back to the agonizing state once again.

Tears are streaming down your face as you beg Jonas to stop, but the man ignores you. You begin to breathe faster as if you could somehow breathe for the both of you. And after an agonizingly long time, Jonas finally turns off the machine once more.

Even with the electricity no longer flowing through him, Rick’s body twitches and jerks as it tries to readjust to its normal state. His eyes land on you and for just a moment, there is no recognition in his stare. But then he blinks and whispers your name. You nod emphatically through your tears. “Yes, Rick. It’s me, I’m here. It’s going to be okay. Do you hear me? We’re going to be okay.” He nods slightly, but for the first time, both of you are starting to doubt it.

Jonas removes the clamps and puts the machine back on the tray. And just as you think you can’t imagine anything worse, he pulls out a blow torch.

Your eyes instantly fly to Rick’s. “No! I can’t…. I can’t watch this… I’m sorry, I just can’t… Please, Rick, forgive me.”

He nods and whispers, “It’s okay, darlin’. I don’t want you to see. Close your eyes, it’s okay. I promise. And I’m sorry.”

“Not… so…. fast.” Jonas pauses for a second before saying, “I’m the one making the rules around here. And I say…. she watches.”

“What! No, please! Isn’t it bad enough that you are doing this already? Please!” you beg.

But Jonas just laughs. “Sorry my dear, but they don’t call it torture for nothing. So, for every second I see your eyes off of him, I move the flame closer. Do you understand?”

You nod as a soft sob escapes from your lips. Rick looks almost more upset for you than he does for what is about to happen to him. And that is the only thing that gives you the strength to do this. Looking him dead in the eye, you whisper, “I’ll do it.”

Jonas turns to Rick, “Are you really going to put her through this? Forget about yourself and the pain you’ll experience…. What do you think it will do to her?”

Rick looks you deep in the eye and weakly mutters, “She’s the toughest person I’ve ever met. She can handle it.” You smile slightly, wishing you didn’t have tears streaming down your face, and you nod.

Jonas looks back and forth between the two of you and you see the moment an idea hits him. He puts down the blow torch and picks up another knife, this one slimmer yet sharper looking than the first one. He examines it for a moment, then walks over to where you are restrained on the wall.

Grabbing hold of your hair, Jonas roughly jerks your head back, forcing you to look up towards the ceiling. He then places the knife blade up to your throat. You didn’t dare even swallow, fearful it will draw blood. Straining your eyes downward, you can just make out Rick’s face. Through the pain still present there, his eyes grow wide. They flicker to your face, then the knife, then your face again. You want to tell him it’s okay. That everything will be fine and to not give in just as he told you earlier. But you can’t even open your lips without the knife scraping across your throat, so you just hope he can read what your eyes are screaming at him.

Jonas turns his focus back to Rick. “Maybe neither one of you cared about your life, but what about her’s? Is she worth keeping your secrets for?”

He draws the knife lightly across your throat and you feel a small trickle of blood begin dripping down your neck. Rick pulls frantically at his restraints, but of course, it is no use. Jonas returns the knife to your throat, a few centimeters below his last cut. Already, you can feel more pressure on the blade than before. It didn’t hurt at the moment, but you could tell if he made a cut right now, it would be worse than the last time.

“Now, every time you don’t answer my question, I make a cut. And every cut I make will be deeper and deeper until I either cut through something important or she bleeds out. The choice is yours. Now, tell me the location of the warehouse.”

Rick grits his teeth for a minute, then spits a wad of bloody saliva right at Jonas’s feet.

The man’s eyes narrow. “Fine. Don’t talk. But I warned you what happens next.”

Before either of you can protest, Jonas drags the knife across your throat once more. This time, you can’t keep a strangled gasp of pain from escaping your lips as more blood begins to seep down your neck. He wasn’t joking. This time the cut was somewhat deeper, and it stretched wider across your throat.

Rick roars as he watches the blood pouring from your newest wound. Just as you had screamed for his pain, he now screams for yours. You try to pull your head down to lessen the pressure, but Jonas holds tight on your hair, refusing to let you budge an inch. In fact, he yanks your hair back farther causing you to cry out in pain once again.

Jonas turns to Rick. “How about now? Have you had enough? Has she had enough? Are you ready to tell me where the warehouse is?”

“Go to Hell, you bastard,” Rick growls deeply as every word drips with malice and rage.

Jonas chuckles. “Some people never learn.”

He takes the knife and slices it across your throat, lower and harder than ever before, and you can feel something within you tear. A sound somewhere between a sharp intake of breath and a raspy scream rips from your mouth as this newest wound gushes blood, instantly soaking your shirt.

Rick tries to pull at his restraints once again, but you can see his own injuries are finally catching up to him. His struggles are sluggish and halfhearted, and his eyes are starting to look a little glassy. But they never stray from your face.

Jonas lets go of your hair as he takes a step closer to Rick, which allows your head to fall forward and takes some of the strain off your throat for the first time since Jonas first grabbed you. It is easier to breathe this way and you feel some of the lightheadedness beginning to clear.

The man approaches Rick as he says, “Your sergeant over there doesn’t have much time. One more cut will be deep enough to bleed her dry or at least cause irreparable damage if that hasn’t yet occurred. You tell me what I want to know, and maybe she lives.”

You can see the conflict dancing across Rick’s face. Because even if Jonas hasn’t figured it out, you both know you are more than just his sergeant. This is the moment you had both been afraid of when you started seeing each other in secret. Normally, Rick would never give in, but for you…… Even if Amanda Waller wasn’t the one pulling the strings, you had become the thing that could be used to manipulate him, and that was something you swore you would never be.

“Rick,” you croak out weakly. His eyes shift slightly, meeting yours from across the room. “We do not give in, and we do not give up. It’ll be okay.”

He nods and gives you a small smile. “It’ll be okay, darlin’. It’ll be o-“

His words are cut off as Jonas drives a knife into the right side of his chest. Rick jerks up, his eyes growing wide as he struggles wildly to catch his breath.

“No!” you shriek, but it comes out more like an airy moan.

Rick’s chest heaves as he collapses limply back onto the table. The knife clearly nicked, if not fully punctured, his lung. Slowly, he turns his head, and you can see him trying to mouth something to you, but he is too weak to make the words form clearly. And the next thing you know, his eyes roll back into his head, and he grows still. He is still struggling to breathe, but it is not as frantic as before and you are not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jonas turns back to you. “Don’t worry, he should live. But too bad you’ll bleed out before he comes around because it seems you’re no longer of any use to me.” He steps closer and raises the knife, and as much as you wish you could see Rick’s eyes one more time, you are glad he won’t see what is about to happen.

But right as Jonas is about to make the killing blow, the door to the room flies open, and something whistles through the air. Moving faster than your eyes can process, it zips through the room and passes straight through Jonas. The man’s eyes instantly bulge, and he makes a strangled gurgling sound. Then slowly, he crumples to the ground, his body falling to the left and his head and shoulders falling to the right. You stare in horror before turning to the door.

“Bullseye! Not bad for a quick release, if I do say so myself.” A familiar man in a blue coat and beanie steps into the room, wiping the blood off of his recently returned boomerang.

“Boomer?” you whisper.

As he and Lawton come further into the room, a bouncing blonde barrels past them as she hurries to your side. “Hiya, Sarge! How ya doin’?”

“Harley! God, I have never been happier to see you!” you manage to rasp out.

“Aww! Thanks! I’m glad ta see you too!” She wraps her arms around you in a big hug.

“Harls?.... Harls?.... Harley! This is nice and all, but can you please unlock my hands? We can hug it out later.”

“Oh right! Duh! My bad! Ouchy! That looks like that hurts. Give me one sec.” She ran over to where the body of your captor is now laying in two pieces. Grimacing as she pokes through the dead man’s pockets, she finally triumphantly pulls out a key. “Got it!”

She starts to skip back over to you but pauses long enough to snatch Boomer’s scarf off his neck as he and Lawton examine Rick. Ignoring his grumbles, she returns to your side and unlocks both of your hands. As soon as they are free, you clutch at your throat, trying to slow the bleeding. Harley softly moves your hands out of the way and ties Boomer’s scarf tightly around your gashes. The pressure makes it slightly difficult to breathe, but at least it seems to have slowed the bleeding.

Harley grabs your arm and helps you stagger over to where Rick is still laying, though his restraints have been removed. His eyes are closed and there is a definite wheeze in his breathing. Lawton had given him a shot of something that eased it some, but you knew his injury was still extremely severe. Carefully, you brush his damp hair off his face. “Hey.”

Rick’s eyes slowly flicker open and settle on your face. Weakly, he murmurs, “’ey, darlin’. You good?”

You smile as you continue to stroke his face and rasp, “Yeah, I’m good. I think Harley got the bleeding under control for now. But I don’t know what kind of permanent vocal damage it might have caused. You might be stuck listening to this voice for a while.”

“’at’s okay. You sound sexy like this.” He tries smiling, but it quickly morphs into a grimace of pain.

The sight of him still suffering creates a deep ache in your chest. You know your deal. No displays of affection while on the job or in front of the Squad. Nothing that could get back to Waller to be used against you. But at that moment, seeing him like this, knowing how close each of you had just come to losing the other, you didn’t care.

You cup Rick’s face and bend down until your lips are flush with his. You half expect him to pull away or fight back, but instead, he leans into it, fueled by the same fears and relief that fuels you. You can feel each of you wincing and grunting in pain as the kiss aggravates your injuries, but neither one of you seem to care at that moment. You need the proof that you are both still here, that you are both still breathing. And nothing else matters.

When you finally pull apart, Rick chuckles as he struggles to catch his breath, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“I have a feeling they already knew.” You both glance over to see Harley bouncing up and down as she claps her hands, Boomer begrudgingly digging through his pocket and pulling out some money, and Lawton smiling smugly as Boomer places the money in his hand.

“Oi! You two idiots just cost me fifty bucks!” The Aussie grumbled.

You smile at him. “How ‘bout I buy you a new scarf?”

“You better, mate. ‘Cause I ain’t taking that one back.” Boomer points one of his boomerangs at his scarf soaked with your blood still tied around your neck.

Lawton shoulders the other man playfully. “All right, man. Don’t be a sore loser.” He turns to you and Rick. “We’ll go up top and call in for an extraction and help. Why don’t you two just wait here until it comes?”

You nod your thanks, understanding immediately what he is doing. “That sounds like a great idea, Floyd. Thanks.”

Harley pouts as she links her arm with yours. “But I wanna stay with you guys! You’re more fun!”

“I appreciate that, Harls. But I need to talk to Rick…. alone,” you say softly.

She huffs. “Fine. But I get to sit next to you on the plane.” And with that, she storms out of the room with Boomer and Lawton following behind.

You turn back to Rick, “How are you really?”

“Hurt. All over. But I’ll be okay, darlin’. I promise.” He reaches up to cup your face, but you grab his hand.

Holding it so his hand is on the bottom, you wait for a moment before flipping it over so his is now on the top. Rick nods sadly when he sees what you were trying to show him. Both of your wrists had been rubbed raw and bloody from the restraints and based on the damage, it would probably leave scars. You chuckle humorlessly, “You know, when I suggested we get matching tattoos or something, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

A single tear rolls off your face and splashes onto Rick’s arm. Without a word, Rick wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto the metal table with him. The table he almost died on. The realization of how close both of you came to losing your lives hits you like a freight train and soon, you are sobbing into his shoulder. You try to be as careful of his injuries as you can, but it is nearly impossible due to the wide range of damage he sustained. This idea makes you sob even harder. The wounds on your throat feel like they are on fire, and you can still feel blood draining out of them, but you didn’t care. The pain meant you are still alive. The blood means you are not done yet.

After a few minutes, you calm down. Rick still holds you tightly to his chest, but you can feel the stuttering, abnormal rise and fall of his chest as his punctured lung tries to continue functioning. You just hope that the EVAC team gets here soon.

You raise your head some so you are looking at Rick’s face. “Thank you for that, baby. It’s just been one hell of a day.”

“I know, believe me, I know.” He squeezes you tighter then chuckles. “I just love hearin’ you call me that.”

“Not as much as I love calling you that.” You bend down and kiss his cheek. But then you remembered something, “Rick…. right before you passed out, you tried mouthing something to me but I didn’t understand it. Do you remember what it was?”

His face grows three shades redder as he stammers, “Uh, no… I don’t recall.”

“I think you do.”

He sighs. “Yeah, okay, fine. I didn’t want the first time to be like this. I wanted it to be someplace special. But I was tryin’ to say…. I love you.”

Tears spring back to your eyes as you whisper in your raspy new voice, “Do you mean that? It wasn’t just a deathbed confession?”

“Nah. I’ve loved you for a long time. It just never felt like the right time to tell you.”

“I love you too, Rick. So much. That’s why I was so scared to lose you today. I thought I was never going to get to tell you how I felt.” You smile brightly at him.

He smiles back. “Well, you didn’t lose me. We’re both still here. Together.” And with that, he gathers you up into another kiss.

Time seems to stop as the two of you meld into one. All of the pain and horrors of the day melt away until all you can feel is each other. And as you reach fo-

“Aw, come on! Is this what we’re gonna be seeing every time we turn around now!” Boomer whines from the doorway.

Reluctantly, you and Rick break apart and turn to face the three intruders. Lawton points his thumb at the door, “EVAC’s here. They said they could bring down some stretchers if you need it.”

But Rick waves him off as he struggles into a sitting position. “We’re fine. Now that we’re gettin’ out of here…. Together.”

[sunyot]

Cinematic Moments - The Suicide Squad 2021

[doormousedreams]

Hey!! If your requests are not open then feel free to ignore this haha. Could you do the octotrio with a g/n SO who turns out to be a sturgeon merfolk? This is my first time requesting so i hope I did it right. Thank you! Have a great day!! <3

Hi!! Thanks so much for requesting! Your my first request on this blog and it made me very happy to see it :) hope this is what you wanted!

Octianvelle with a Sturgeon S/O

Azul

Azul is IMMEDIATELY flustered when he sees your merform.

If Octomers are bigger than Eelmers, it's safe to say that Sturgeonmers are WAY BIGGER.

The size difference flusters him, and he tries to pretend he isn't staring, but Jade and Floyd catch him every time.

It's safe to say that he's red-faced most of the time.

Floyd

Immediately obsessed with your Merform. Sturgeon don't go out into oceans often, so you'd be a rare sight amongst saltwater mers. Probably even rarer that Octomers.

He loves teasing you despite your size, can and will challenge you to a swimming contest only to mess with you along the way.

He's a little annoyed that your boney tail isn't very easy to squeeze, but will completely wrap himself around you anyway, just to snuggle. You can carry him right? Just let him rest on your back for a little bit while you swim.

Jade

Ooohhh. This man. You never know what he's thinking.

He's very suave in complementing your merform, and can honestly fluster you easily with his complements.

Floyd seems is the one with the tendency to bite, but Jade? Oh, he definitely thought about what you would taste like if he cooked you up.

Of course, he'd never do that! He loves you, and he'd never want to scare you in any way.

However, if you happen to be AFAB, he'd certainly ask about, Ahem, caviar.

[edith-hyde]

Characters I want to write for:

Peter Hale (Teen Wolf)

Chris Argent (Teen Wolf)

Slade Wilson (Arrow)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Nathan Stark (Eureka)

Otto Octavius (NWH)

John Druitt (Sanctuary)

Anybody interested in an x reader Oneshot or even a series for any of these guys?

I’m still working on the next part of my Norman Fic of course and that should be posted in the next couple of days. Thank you for your patience.

[theyraylovehate]

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-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[merakiaes]

REMINDER - WHO I WRITE FOR (MISCELLANEOUS)

(21/03-21) Requests are open for the following characters (Miscellaneous Edition):

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Luke Crain (The Haunting of Hill House)

Floyd Lawton (Arrowverse)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Dan Torrance (Doctor Sleep)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Reg Slivko (Kong: Skull Island)

Lincoln Burrows (Prison Break)

Alexander Mahone (Prison Break)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

YOU CAN FIND MORE MISCELLANEOUS CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR HERE - THE ONES LISTED IN THIS POST ARE JUST THE ONES I'D LIKE TO WRITE FOR THE MOST

[witchie-writings]

[Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay] Deadshot Headcanons

i literally love him but all the other Deadshot headcanons/stories are all of the live action and im??? i gotta provide and sustain my thirst for this man jfc i’ll likely put up some Copperhead headcanons too, but for now have this lovely man at 3 in the morning

Deadshot (from Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay) headcanons underneath the cut!

Deadshot/Floyd Lawton:

No doubt loves you with all of his heart, but due to him being a mercenary, it’s difficult to reveal the affectionate side of him

Does not like PDA; he’s more of a withdrawn man in the public eye, but it’s also worth noting that if he’s seen with you, his enemies will not hesitate to exploit this weakness (similar to Bronze Tiger)

Fiercely protective of you and Zoe - however this trait is so strong that you and Floyd get into arguments about safety often

Hardly has time to himself, though when he does he dedicates it all to his family

In closed doors, when he is sure that the house is secure and no one is spying, Floyd opens up his shutters

Loves to hold you close to him, engulfed in his arms, secure and protected, no words needing to be spoken

Doesn't like to admit it, but he enjoys it when you hold and caress his hands - no doubt has calluses all over, but Floyd finds the action incredibly soothing and it relaxes him

Kisses are rare - when they do happen, it's commonly a soft, quick kiss on the lips that leave you craving more

Smiles when you and Zoe spend time together, be it helping her study or playing that specific sport she adores

You know how strained the relationship between the father and daughter are, so you sometimes find activities to help them bond; cooking, send them walking at the park, picking up groceries, small things

Goes to you when he needs advice, specifically on how to reignite the bond he had with Zoe

Teaches you self-defense and how to wield a gun, likely gives you your own pistol if you're okay with it coughcoughoryourownsetofarmgunswheeze

Both you and Floyd invented a game: whoever shoots the most bottles wins and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the day (Floyd always wins, but he never asks much or without your consent, besides you get a sharper aim)

During cold nights you cuddle and bury yourself into the warmth of Floyd's side or chest, something he finds utterly adorable

Family game nights, but be aware, they can get competitive

Also family movie nights - the most common genre in the house is action and horror, and when the jumpscares happen Floyd only rolls his eyes and states that he'd never let a supernatural spirit in a ten feet proximity of either of you

Sometimes you ask him of the missions he's had to do, most are quite intriguing, but you lost your shit when Floyd revealed the story of Dr. Fate

Will 100% keep you away from Amanda Waller, no contact whatsoever and keeps you hidden from her predatory view

If you're caught? Then Floyd will keep a living breathing promise of reducing Waller to a bleeding mass of shredded flesh if she even has the thought of hurting you

Keeps you away from the entire Task Force, the only exception being Bronze Tiger, who has more than proven his fair share

Fucking hates Harkness, but when he, by pure chance, happens across you and starts flirting, Floyd gets jealous

Needless to say, Harkness knew not to fuck with you if it meant he gets to avoid another round of shattered bones

Floyd can be quite flirty when he's drunk, though all of his compliments are heavily slurred

He's between letting his actions speak for him or using his own words, either way he'll let you know that he cherishes you every day

[dommalereaderimagines]

What Makes Them Insecure (Batman's Rogues)

Bane: His intelligence. Many men want him for his body but not you. Many men expect him to be this super macho man and around you he doesn't need to be that man. He is a well read man but, there is so much he doesn't know and he hates it when (Y/M/N) explains something to him that he feels he should already know. He always wants to learn but has a fear that you will leave him if he doesn't know something common. You may reassure him but he will genuinely feel stupid if you have to explain to him what pigeons and squirrels are and who Santa is. You ease the wound by being his teacher to some degree and you find that Bane is really into thinga like cartoons and plushies he eventually gets a whole squishmellow collection that.

Deadshot(Floyd Lawton): His job. Being a trained killer is something that he would never tell you. He doesn't want you to know and look at him differently. If it ever did come out he would freeze and would probably have his weakest moment begging for you to stay with him. "Y/M/N I can explain! Please don't go!" But you wouldn't go away something that he will always be greatful for. If you're not married somewhere down the line very soon the question will be popped.

Deathstroke( Slade Wilson): His age. He's getting older and he thinks that he's too old for you. Each wrinkle makes him think that he's too ugly for you and though you would think he wouldn't be vain like that he really is when it comes to you. If you're younger than him it gets under his skin if people ask if he's your father. If you're around his age it helps calm him slightly but then it turns into he's not good looking enough for you.

Joker(John Doe): He is the most insecure about doing something wrong to upset you. He is constantly asking for reassurance and will almost always call and ask Bruce about what he thinks he should do to make you happy because that's his friend. You tell him you love him everyday and that helps ease that voice in his head telling him he's fucking up so much. Just make sure to cuddle him and he'll be fine.

Killer Croc(Waylon Jones): His looks. This man is the definition of insecure about his body and he hates the fact he looks the way he does. He feels bad he can't go out with you without people thinking he's a monster. This will never really go away but you make it easier by pledging to be by his side and saying that you love him.

Mad Hatter(Jervis Tetch): That he's too weird for you. He knows that he's strange but in his mind he's another one who thinks you're too good for him and he puts immense pressure on himself for you. Whenever he gets captured he'll cry when you visit him in Arkham because he feels like he's holding you back. What confirta him is the fact that you're always there and you have no plans on leaving.

Mr. Freeze: You getting sick and dying. Nora is gone and he can't have you go that same way. You can only help his insecurity if you're immortal and can't die or if you're invulnerable other than that he's always worried.

Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot): You leaving him for someone better than him. He feels insecure about his body and was always bullied for his face and body. It took him a while to realize you loved him for who he was and even now he gets territorial over you. He's a dom in the streets and the subbiest sub in the sheets. He will grab your hip and put his arm around you in public especially if someone goodlooking comes by. If you ever go by Bruce Wayne forget it he will sulk the entire night and when you get home you will have to comfort him. mostly through sex fucking his brains out Infront of a mirror will definitely remind him that not only are you just his he's yours..

Ra's Al Ghul: As much as I'd like to say he'd probably be vain in his millennia worth of life he would probably have an insecurity about his performance in bed. He would always want to please you in every way imagineable I think he would be the most inexperienced in bottoming especially for men so not only would he be intimidated but he would also hate not knowing what to do and you having to explain how to do his role in the bedroom. Helping him is easy have more sex until he masters the art of pleasure.

Riddler( Edward Nygma): His insecurity is that he's getting dull. He likes that you're smart and can solve his riddles but will panic if it feels like he's boring you. Do not look bored with him otherwise he will get flustered and he might potentially cry if he gets that upset.

Scarecrow: His biggest fear would be scaring you off. For a man that dedicates his life to fear if he scared you off it would be a hollow victory. Like the others staying with him is a very good move.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Mind the gap (between his ears)

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

This Means War

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: After receiving new commands from Waller, you have no choice but the lead the Suicide Squad into battle against ARGUS. But to make it to the end of the fight, what are you willing to do? And are you willing to take out anyone who stands in your way?

Word Count: 1832

TW: Battle Situations, Guns, Fighting, Language

You dove behind the wall as four shots slammed into the spot you had been standing seconds before. Panting heavily, you try to assess the situation. You knew this had been a long shot, but things had not gone at all as you had hoped. You had run point on close to fifty or so Task Force X missions, but before this morning, you never imagined you would be leading the Suicide Squad into battle against your fellow ARGUS members. Yet after what Waller had said in the last meeting, you had no choice. You were doing what you had to in order to protect the squad. If she wanted a war, you were going to give her one.

However, most of your team already lay scattered on the ground around you, and while you had managed to take out quite a few of your opponents, your side was losing fighters at a much quicker rate. Killer Croc had been the first one to fall. Your assault had barely started when you heard him snarl as he was hit by at least three different people. Boomer was next. While deadly with his boomerangs, he had never really gotten the hang of guns. So, he just charged out into the middle of the field and began wildly spraying shots at anything that moved. Though he did manage to take out two of Waller’s people, he was quickly mowed down. Deadshot soon followed him. You had tried to warn Floyd before the assault started that he would be one of their main targets since his skills with a gun were unmatched, but he got cocky. After taking out three opponents in quick succession, he had tried to advance and was taken out by five shots coming from four directions.

You darted out from your hiding spot and charged towards the next barrier you could take cover behind. On the way, you managed to take out Flo and Dale. It often surprised people to know that the members of ARGUS who worked in the office or control room were just as trained and skilled with weapons as the mission operatives. But it was part of the application requirements to join the team. Waller wanted to make sure every person around her could be useful in more ways than one. So, while you felt bad about shooting your coworkers and people you considered your friends, it was you or them. And you were damn well sure you weren’t going to let it be you.

Something moved slightly behind one of the pillars in front of you. Shifting to get a better look, you could see Economos hiding over there. From this angle, you didn’t have a great shot, but you were too afraid to move positions just yet. However, it turned out you didn’t need to.

Harley dropped down from the rafters high above you and nailed Economos twice right between the legs. The man dropped with a loud groan and went still. She squealed and clapped her hands excitedly, but she remained out in the open. You tried to quietly get her attention, to get her to go back where it was safe. Yet, just as she noticed your gesturing, Harcourt stepped out from behind a doorway.

You cried out a warning, but there was no time. Four shots slammed into Harley, a splash of red blooming across her chest. Her eyes met yours for a second before she crumpled to the ground.

“No!” you screamed, but you knew it was too late. Harley was gone, which meant you were the only one left.

Harcourt laughed triumphantly as she peeked out at her latest victim. “Suck it, Quinn! That’s for last week when you spent my whole night shift psychoanalyzing me! I’m still dealing with that shit you brought up!”

She was so focused on gloating, she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, so you took aim and managed to fire two shots into her chest before she dropped.

Slowly, you crept out from your hiding spot. You quickly surveyed the battlefield and took a quick mental count of all the fallen bodies around you. Everyone was accounted for except….

You whirled around, gun at the ready. Rick was standing just feet in front of you, his own gun pointed directly at your heart. The two of you stared silently at each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move.

After a moment, he sadly said, “I think we both knew it was gonna come down to this, darlin’. But I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you replied, “No, you’re not. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

Rick smiled softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I never really expected anyone else would be able to take you out anyway.”

“But you think you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong. Sure, you have the skills and the know-how to do it, but you lack the will. I know you could never shoot me. Even under these circumstances.”

Rick scoffed, “But you can shoot me?” You don’t answer, instead just continue to meet his gaze head-on. He smirked, knowing what your non-answer meant. “So, what now darlin’? We just stand here in a stalemate until Waller shows up? You know what will happen then. Game over.”

You took a small step forward, his gun now just centimeters from your chest. And in a voice so low that Rick’s earpiece couldn’t pick it up, you murmured, “Are you really going to let her win? After everything she’s done, time after time? I get you have to play for her side, but I know this is killing you. This is the closest they have ever gotten to beating her. Are you really going to take that away?”

Rick hesitated for just a moment, the end of his gun dipping just a fraction of an inch, and you took your chance. Before he could react, you fired three shots directly into his chest. He stumbled back, the force of the impact slamming him into the wall behind him as he stared at you, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Softly, he whispered, “I can’t believe you did that.” Then his hand went slack, sending his gun clattering to the ground.

You hurried to him and tenderly cupped his jaw with your hand. “You got sloppy, so I took the shot. Just like you taught me, Colonel.”

He scoffed softly as his head dropped down and rested heavily on yours. “You did good, darlin’. I’m so proud of you.”

He practically fell into your lips as you pulled him into you. And as you pressed yourself closer to him, forcing his body tighter against the wall, you could feel the warm liquid splattered across his chest from your shots as it seeped into your clothes, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore because he had been the last of Waller’s team. The fighting was done, and you had won the battle. It was over.

“Aww! Ain’t you guys adorable!” You both reluctantly broke apart to glare at Harley for interrupting you. She came bouncing up beside you and excitedly grabbed your arm that was still wrapped around Rick’s waist. “Did you see me nail Economos?”

You sighed, “Yes, Harls. But you know the rules. No aiming below the belt. I told you that last time. Good thing he didn’t trust you and wore extra padding down there.”

Rick groaned, “I’m still gonna have to hear him complain about it for the next week.”

“Oi! Is the game over or what?” Boomer called from the ground where he had dropped after getting hit.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, we won!” You called out happily.

“It’s about fuckin’ time. I’ve been layin’ ‘ere for twenty minutes!”

“Is it my fault you die too easily! You’re always one of the first people to get taken out! Maybe you should learn something from that, so it doesn’t happen in the field! That’s the whole point of these exercises!” You shouted back. The Aussie just grumbled as he stood up, trying to wipe the paint off his jumpsuit as he walked back over to the door to the training area.

You turned to Harley. “You got some paint in your hair.” You nodded to the red color that had sprayed onto the tips of her ponytail.

She grabbed at it and tried to wipe it away. “Aww! This stuff’s impossible to wash out!”

You chuckled, “Well, Harcourt will take you guys all back to the showers. Maybe that will help.” She nodded and hurried off towards the rest of the squad, still frantically messing with her hair.

Rick shook his head. “You would think as much as she is always beggin’ Waller to let her dye it again, she would appreciate a little splash of color.”

“You don’t mess with that girl and her hair.” You said, shaking your head with a laugh. Then, more seriously, you said. “Do you realize that was the first time the blue team ever won? That’s three years off of each of their sentences. I’m so proud of them.” You watched your team file out of the room. They are joking and more upbeat than you have seen them in months.

Rick smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “We both know they weren’t responsible for this win. It’s because the red team’s greatest asset switched sides.” He chuckled. “I bet Waller is fumin’. But she should have known better than to order you to lead them.”

“She was trying to punish me for ignoring her orders on the last mission and going back for Floyd and Boomer. I just know it.”

“Probably. But you showed her why she recruited you for ARGUS in the first place.” He tapped on his earpiece. “Scores just came in. You had the highest kill count with the least bullets shot. There’s no way she can argue with those results.”

You stood on your tiptoes and gave Rick a quick peck on the lips. “Well, I learned from the best, Colonel. And I had fun being on the other side for once, but I missed fighting side by side with you. We’re too good of a team to be separated.”

“I agree.” He bent his head over, so his lips tickled lightly against your ear. Then in a low, thick voice, he whispered, “So, why don’t we go hit the shower too? Waller won’t be expecting us for the debrief for another hour.”

A smile crept across your face. “A little sleeping with the enemy, huh? That does sound intriguing.” You ran your hand across his broad chest. “Though, since my team did win, I’m expecting some sort of reward.”

You saw something flash behind Rick’s eyes and a low growl sounded in his throat. “Oh, don’t worry darlin’. I’ll make this a celebration you’ll never forget.”

[lacontroller1991]

Kink Master (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @myownworldsstuff​: Hello may i ask a rick flag x reader where the reader has the same skill set as black widow and he loves when she chokes people with her thighs? 👉👈 sorry to bother you.

@h-hxgirl​ @artemis-cr0ck​ @himbovillain-anon​

Warnings: Langauge, Choking kink, smut, unprotected sex, thigh kink, sub/dom (Rick being sub), Face sitting, oral sex (Female receiving), hand jobs, titty fuck, body cum shots, cock ring, (Ma’am) kink, I think that’s all

Sparring had to be your absolute favorite pastime at the prison. Not only did it allow you to prove to misogynistic men that you were, in fact, a total badass, but it also allowed you to throw around a couple of the inmates to make sure they know who is boss. Knocking Digger to the ground, you laughed as you held out your hand for him to take, but he just got up by himself and grumbled that you took him down and that it was unfair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rick sparring with Floyd, helping with some hand to hand combat before your vision was obscured by a white face with pigtails.

“Hiya sweetums,” her voice rang in your ears as you gave her a smile.

“Hey Harley, do you need something?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you could show me how to do your little leg twisty thing,” she grinned with mischief as you raised an eyebrow at her.

“Harls, you already know how to do that. You don’t need me to show you,” you replied as she continued to grin at you before placing an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, please,” she begged as you let out a sigh in exasperation before nodding, causing her to shriek with happiness.

“Alright, just calm down,” you chuckled as she slyly gave Floyd a thumbs up who then shot up an “ok” sign, turning his attention to Flag who didn’t notice the little exchange.

“You know what’s fine as hell?”

“What,” came Rick’s gruff reply as he watched you pull Digger back over.

“When (Y/N) does that thigh thing, you know, when she wraps her thighs around the poor fool's neck and suffocates them.”

“Oh I know,” he mumbled, admitting it to Floyd who just smiled.

“Alright Harkness, just stand here. Harley make sure you’re watching since this is what you want,” you commanded as she rapidly nodded her head and when your back was turned, she looked over her shoulder to see that you had Floyd and Flag’s attention.

“Ok, so you’re going to charge at the person, place your left arm on their left arm before grabbing their right shoulder and you’re going to bring your legs up and wrap them around the person’s neck. Then, you just follow through with your weight,” you instructed as you did the moves slowly to emphasize each point before you got off Harkness’s shoulders and ran at him with full speed. Locking your legs around his neck, you threw your body around, sending him flying to the floor as you constricted your legs until he tapped out.

“Fuck woman, trynna kill me?” He asked as he tried to regain his breathing while you didn’t break a sweat.

“Nah, well maybe,” Harley laughed with you as you turned your gaze to Flag and Floyd who were standing there watching. Suddenly, an idea popped in Harley’s head.

“Hey Flag! Wanna swap partners? She needs someone compatible with her,” Harley explained as you shot her a look before grabbing her harshly and whispering in her ear.

“Fuck you think you’re doing Quinn?”

“I’m doing you a favor, hun,” she whispered back as your head sunk to her shoulder. Despite being an insane criminal, she had actually become one of your closest friends in the prison, knowing all too well about your little crush on your co-commander.

“What (Y/L/N), you afraid to fight me?” Flag questioned as your head shot up and smiled sweetly at him.

“Please, we both know you’d go down, Colonel,” you flirted back, and this was how it always was. Meaningless flirty comments from him and meaningful flirty comments from you.

“Try me, sweetheart,” he teased, knowing you hated it when he called you that, though you secretly loved it.

“You’re on,” both of you were trained in Martial Arts and respected that from one another. After the two of you bowed to each other, you got into a fighting stance as he threw a punch at you. Easily blocking it, you continued to block each blow that he tried to deliver.

“You know, for a special ops guy, you suck at this,” you yawned as he growled, tackling you to the ground, ignoring the whoops of the inmates around the two of you. He easily dominated you with pure strength but you had agility. Squirming slightly, you threw up one of your legs and struck him in the back, causing him to loosen his grip on you which allowed for more movement. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you put all your body strength into flipping him over, pinning him to the ground.

“Give up yet?” You smirked, hands wrapped around his wrists and legs around his waist. His cock twitched at the position.

“Fuck no,” he replied, breaking out of your grasp and pushing you backwards so you were on your back, legs still around his waist. His arms caged around your face, his breath on your lips, and he realized this. Slightly letting up on his weight, you smirked at him before bringing your legs up from around his waist to around his throat. Twisting over, you ended up on top with his throat between your thighs. His hands went up to try to break the grip of your thighs, but you only tightened it more, not noticing the way Floyd and Harley giggled to each other and pointed to you and Rick. More so Rick than you, and behind you where his legs were flailing around. He brought his legs up so that they were propped against your back and that's when you realized what the pair was laughing at. Gasping, you quickly let go of the man’s throat and scrambled to stand up.

“Alright, the demonstration is over,” you stated, looking over to Harley before running out of the courtyard and to your small little bedroom.

“The hell is her issue?” Rick asked, wondering why you all the sudden got up and ran away as Floyd helped him up.

“Your Flag pole,” he stopped suddenly, laughing at the name he came up with, stirring a laugh from Harley as well, “your Flag pole is at half-mast,” Floyd managed to get out before bending over his knees and laughing as Rick’s face went red.

“Oh shit,” he stated, running after you but not before telling the guards to take the task force back to their cells.

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Rick made his way through the halls before he found your door. Pausing for a minute, he let out a nervous breath before knocking on the door. Opening it immediately, you looked at Rick with a light flush to your face.

“Lt. (Y/L/N), I would like to offer my sincerest apologies. That was unprofessional and will never happen again,” he stated with his military voice, standing up as straight as a line and avoiding eye contact with you. Smiling softly, you walked toward him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down gently to your height to where his face was just centimeters above yours. Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, waiting for his reaction.

“Shut up Flag,” you whispered as his eyes grew lustful. Crashing his lips down to yours, his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist as his foot slammed the door shut before leading you to the bed in the back corner. Pushing you down, Rick crawled on top of you, placing kisses all along your neck as your hands moved up to his hair, tugging at the strands that were growing out. You had convinced him to grow out his hair and not keep it military cadet. Rolling your hips against his, earning a throaty moan from him as your heat grazed his hard on. “Fuck baby, you gonna be good for me?” You asked with a new found courage as he gazed up into your eyes.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied as you smirked, undressing yourself in front of him. You quickly stepped out of your pants and top as you topped him. Leaning down, you placed hot, wet kisses along his jaw as they moved down to his collarbone, before pulling away with mischief in your eyes.

“You’re gonna do as I say, or else you won’t get rewarded,” you mentioned with innocence as he nodded his head rapidly, “uh uh, use your words big boy.” “Yes ma’am,” he struggled to get out as his hips thrusted up against yours, trying to get some of the tension removed.

“A little birdie told me that you have a thing for my thighs. Is that true, Colonel?” You asked sweetly as your hand reached behind you and softly traced the outline of his bulge as he slightly whimpered.

“Yes Lt. (Y/L/N).”

“Do you want my legs wrapped around your face as you eat me out? Is that what my baby boy wants?”

“Fuck, (Y/N),” a sharp slapped echoed through the small room as his hand immediately went up to his face, “yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you rubbed soothing circles into the red mark on his face as you placed your legs on either side of his face, “I’m going to fuck your face,” you stated as he smiled up to you before wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face beneath your heat. Licking a long path between your folds caused you to jolt forward as his tongue buried inside of you. Lapping up your juices, Rick groaned against your mound, vibrations sending through you as your hips bucked up into his face, nose gliding over your clit as you let out a soft moan.

“Fuck Rick, just like that,” you whispered as you grabbed onto his hair, slightly rocking your hips as his mouth kept steady on your cunt. You looked down as his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs, holding you in place as he began slurping the juices. Moving one hand away, he brought it down lower to your hold before sticking one finger in your warm body as his tongue started its attack on your small bundle of nerves. Moaning, you closed your eyes and threw your head back as the muscles around your lower abdomen began tightening and an urgent need for release grew.

“Rick, I’m close,” you whimpered, gripping his hair tighter as he nodded his head, adding another digit to your core as he rapidly pumped them in and out while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Rutting into his face, you let go of his hair as your hands went to your nipples, tweaking and pulling on them as it sent you over the edge.

“Fuck,” Rick continued to pump his fingers in and out of your as his tongue lightly grazed over your nub, helping you come down from your high, “did you like that pretty boy?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled up at you as you got off of his face.

“Since you were such a good boy for me, it’s time for your reward,” you smiled wickedly as you reached over into the drawer, pulling out a small rubber ring as he glanced at it curiously.

“What’s that for?” He asked as you pulled down his pants and boxers allowing for his erection to spring free.

“You’ll see,” you replied, lightly grazing over his cock with your hand and collecting the precum on the tip before putting your finger in your mouth, sucking the salty substance off as you looked at Rick with lush in your eyes. Moving your hand back down, you slowly stroked his cock, loving the way he whimpered for your touch. With the other hand, you moved to place the ring around the base of his shaft and tightened it, preventing blood flow as he let out a loud moan that he would probably deny as soon as your activities were over. Looking down, you spit a little on the tip before massaging it into the skin, your grip tight as you continued to move up and down his length.

“You’re being such a good boy. Behaving so well,” you stated nonchalantly as your movements quickened, his hips bucking up into your hand. Noticing the way his abdomen muscles were starting to constrict, you removed your hand from his shaft before leaning back as he growled at you.

“That’s unfair,” he complained as you smiled sweetly at him.

“Life’s unfair Colonel,” you replied, slinking down to where your upper body was above his lower. Grasping your breasts in your hands, you spit in between them allowing for some lubrication before slipping his dick in between. Squishing your boobs more closely, you moved them along his cock as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Watch or you won’t get to cum,” you demanded as his eyes shot to yours before trailing down to where your breasts wrapped around his cocked and bounced up and down. Continuing bouncing your breasts, you removed one of your hands and placed a warm hand on his sac, rolling them in your palm as Rick violently jerked his hips upwards.

“Fuck baby, please don’t stop,” he begged as you smirked, one hand tugging on his sac while the other held your tits in place as they continued to jerk him off. A shiver ran through Rick’s spine as he noticed your eyes locking onto his with such determination and lust and it went right to his cock. Groaning, his hips began stuttering as sweat dripped down his abdomen, highlighting his built body with a sheen glare.

“Cum for me baby, cum on my tits. Making me your dirty little whore,” you whispered and with one final thrust and loud groan, his seed landed on your chest and chin as you continued to jerk him off, coaxing him through his orgasm. Pulling away, you collected some of his cum on your finger before you crawled up to him.

“Suck,” you commanded as he put your finger in his mouth, mind too fucked out to really think about what he was doing, “good job. You were so good for me baby,” you whispered softly as you placed a soft but loving kiss on his lips as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him.

“That was fucking hot,” he commented into the hot air filled with the smell of sex.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” you mentioned, looking up at him and memorizing his blissful face and how relaxed he looked.

“What took you so long?”

“I guess I never knew you liked me like that and I didn’t wanna bring it up,” you shrugged as your hand went to loosen the ring around his softening cock, causing him to slightly whimper.

“Well, we should probably thank Harley and Floyd,” he remarked as you heard giggling from the outside.

“Damn right you should,” Floyd shouted as Harley’s laugh echoed through the hall causing you and Rick to quickly sit up and get dressed. Popping your head out of your office, you saw Floyd and Harley being escorted away.

“Fuck you guys!”

“Not us, Flag,” Harley retorted with a final laugh before you went back inside only for a pair of lips to be placed on yours.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Rick threatened against your lips as his hands dug into your waist.

“I’m counting on it, Colonel.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHE prolly one of the longest one shots I've written so please enjoy

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I hate you too

Kinktober Day 24 Kinktober Prompt: Hate fucking Summary: You hate him so fucking much, so fucking? Pairing: Digger Harkness/Captain Boomerang x Reader Word Count: 1,520 Warnings: Rough sex, angst, Digger Harkness is a warning

Fandom: DCEU/The Suicide Squad Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"I can't believe it, you fucked it up!" Digger shouted. "I fucked it up?! I told you to get out of there and you kept saying 'nah its fine, there's plenty of time!' and guess what? There wasn't! I had to run in there and save your ass!" You shouted back. "I could've handled it myself!" He argued. "No, you couldn't have! Those men were preparing to shoot you like an animal. You know how I know that? Because when I came in the room to save you, they shot me like an animal! I have holes in my kidney and my liver to prove it, okay?" You let out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't need you to waltz in there and save me," he reaffirmed with a huff. "Don't worry, next time your ass is on the line, I'll do my own thing and remind your corpse that you could handle yourself," you snapped with a fake smile.

"What's your fuckin' problem with me?" He asked suddenly, getting up to follow you when you left the room. "Where do I fucking begin?" You asked sarcastically. "Anywhere you'd like, I'm all ears," he said smugly. "Fuck off," you spat, attempting to slam the seedy complex's door on your way outside, only for him to get in the way. "Tell me why you don't like working with me," he asked with a curious hum, still following a few steps behind you. "You're a pain in the ass for one, and you never know when to shut up. You're so cocky and full of yourself, its sickening," you started, rounding a corner. "I've heard that all before, you wanna know what I think's your problem?" He asked.

"Oh yes, Mr. Harkness, please, tell me what my problem is, if anyone in the world knows what's going on in my head, it's you!" Your voice was dripping with sarcasm as the words left your mouth. "I think," he started, either not picking up on or more likely ignoring your sarcasm "I think you've got it bad for me." You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him "are you serious? You think I'm in love with you?" "Yeah, I mean, look at me and I can't deny we'd be one hot fucking couple," he had that big, shit eating grin on his face. "You're a goddamn egomaniac," you scoffed. "Maybe, but I've been told I've got reason to be," he said calmly as he backed you against the grimmy brick wall of some rundown building. "Fuck off, Captain Kangaroo," you shoved his chest, his only response was a chuckle. "C'mon, love, you can' tell me you've never been in your cell, touching yourself while you think about us together? We'd be fucking perfect together, you communicate with technology and I've robbed everything in Australia. We'd be unstoppable," he said mischievously.

Your brain didn't stop to think before you slapped that smug, roguish grin right off his face. He looked surprised for a second but your next action surprised you more; you pulled the man into a feverish kiss. "I fuckin' knew it," he mumbled against your lips with a chuckle. "Fuck you, asshole," you mumbled back. "Oh that's the plan baby," he smirked and looked around you both before pulling you into the closest alley. "Hang on, I'm not having sex with you in some dirty, disgusting alley in the middle of downtown Prague," you objected. "Relax, it's not 'having sex' its hate fucking, pure and simple," he said, not giving you another chance to question him or doubt yourself before backing you up completely against the wall and capturing your lips in an unrestrained kiss.

"Fucking asshole," you muttered angrily against his lips while haphazardly undoing your pants. "Yeah, I know baby, and this assholes about to give you the best fuck of your life," he said proudly before pushing your pants down. He quickly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing another bruising kiss to your lips. His thumb found its way between your legs and he instantly smirked "fuck you're wet for me already." "I was thinking about Colonel Flag and Floyd taking turns," you bluffed with a smirk. "Sure, love, sure you were," he replied, grinning that shit-eating grin of his that showed off his golden tooth. "Oh, go to hell asshole," you snapped, looking away as you felt your cheeks becoming flustered. "I'd rather go to heaven which I'm guessing is right between your legs," he flirted smugly. You rolled your eyes  and groaned "just-don't talk, just fuck me." He snickered and unzipped his pants, pulling his erect member out and strkoing himself "oh say it again, beg me, baby." "I'm not begging for shit," you snapped despite trying to grind your hips against his for friction. He smirked "no solicit, no explicit." "Fine! Jesus christ just fuck me already Digger, please?" You said through gritted teeth.

"Ask and yee shall receive," he said with a smug grin on his face before thrusting his cock into your shamefully wet channel. "Fuckin' hell you're tight," he mumbled before adding "or maybe I'm just that fuckin' big, yeah?" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, him roughly plunging his cock into you entirely stopped your witty retort. His hips moved swiftly, brutally fucking into you. Your fingers angrily tangled his hair, tugging sharply with a smirk "you're so fucking full of yourself." "Yeah? Well that makes two of us, huh, love?" He asked with a cocky smirk. "Asshole," you grumbled tugging his hair again before kissing him roughly again. "Sure, love," he mumbled against your lips, bucking his hips roughly. Your tongues fought one another for dominance and your teeth even clashed a few times. You bucked your hips in rhythm with his, moaning and swearing at him with each rough thrust of hips or swipe of his thumb over your clit. "Tell me how much you hate my fucking guts when you cum," he dared with a wicked snicker.

Instead of replying with a witty or sarcastic retort, you bit his lip just hard enough without drawing blood. He swore under his breath before smirking. He buried his face in your neck and bit at the skin, sucking at the tender flesh. "God I h-hate you, Digger," you said in little more than a whisper in between moans. "Yeah I fuckin' hate you too, baby," he growled back. Him pinching your clit was just the stimulation you needed to nose dive into your orgasm; your legs tightened around his waist and your hand that was tangled in his already messy pulled harder. "Shit-fucking hell!" He groaned out loudly as he came, burying his face in your clothed chest. You panted heavily, leaning your head back against the cool brick wall.

A crackling in your ear unfortunately reminded you of your comms. "Hey, um, are you two, uh, done yet?" Rick asked awkwardly. "How much did you hear?" You asked immediately, feeling a wave of embarrassment washing over you. "Most, most of it. We tried to get your attentions but you were too busy yelling at each other and, uh-" Rick said awkwardly before Floyd cut him off "y'all were too busy yelling and fucking to hear us calling your names." "That," Rick added quietly. "Y'all good?" Floyd asked after a long, painful silence. "Yeah we're fine," you muttered as you motioned for Digger to set you down. "We're fuckin' great, mate," Digger added smugly. "Fuck you," you snapped as you pulled your pants back up and fixed your clothes. "You just did, baby," he retorted with a grin. "How fast can y'all meet us at the rendevous point?" Rick asked. "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes," you answered as you stepped out of the alley and began walking, not waiting for the Aussie to catch up.

You heard him jogging to catch up with you "hey, hey, hey. Where're you goin'?" "What? I'm going to the rendevous point, the teams expecting us," you said flatly. You walked in silence for five minutes before he broke the silence and asked "how's the um, hole in your liver?" "Hm? Oh they're fine, they healed right about the time I slapped you," you answered quietly. "You know, this could be a reoccurring thing with us," he suggested. "Really?" You glared at him for a second to gauge whether or not he was serious. "Yeah, why not?" He shrugged. You kept your gaze forward and walked in silence for the next ten minutes. Before entering the building where the rest of the team was, you stopped him and offered a small grin "fuck you, I hate you so much." He furrowed his brow some before it clicked in his mind and he grinned "fuck you, I hate you too." You glanced around briefly to make sure no one was looking before pulling him into a quick impassioned kiss by the lapel of his coat. He didn't have time to react before your lips were gone and you were walking inside with a wicked grin. He just chuckled to himself and followed after hanging back to subtly adjust himself.

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It'll Be Okay

Febuwhump 2022: #22. Restrained

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Word Count: 4328

TW: Torture, Blood, Near Death, Death, Sliced in Half, Electrocution, Knives, Stabbing, Capture, Forced to Watch, Fluff

Thank you to @reysorigins for the original ask of "hit me with your worst (read: most painful) rick flag whump pretty please?". In other words, don't blame me. (JK, I love you Rey and I am so glad you made this request! 💗)

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“Darlin’. Come on, you need to wake up…… Listen, we’re in real trouble here and I need you with me. So, please, WAKE UP!”

You slowly open your eyes as the voice continues to call out to you. As you start to get your bearings, you try to wipe your hand over your face just to discover they are both chained above your head to the wall behind you. Looking around, you realize you are in a strange room you had never seen before.

The walls and floor are made of concrete and there are no windows, just a single door to your left. Three other sets of chains identical to yours are scattered throughout the room. Rusty-colored blood stains coat the walls and floors around them with trails running down and leading to a drain in the middle of the floor. And there just above the drain, strapped to a metal table tilted at a 45˚ angle is your commanding officer.

“Rick!” You pull furiously at your chains as you vainly try to get to him.

As soon as he sees you’re awake, he releases a large sigh of relief. “Hey, darlin’. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. My head is killing me, and I’m chained to a wall but besides that, no complaints.” Rick chuckles and you give him a small smile before continuing. “What happened?”

“We were ambushed in the town square. The last thing I remember was fightin’ back-to-back with you but then you collapsed to the ground. Before I could even turn around to see what was wrong, something slammed into the back of my head, and I blacked out. When I woke up, we were both like this.” He jerks at his restraints to emphasize his point.

“And the rest of the squad?”

Rick shakes his head. “I don’t know. We lost a lot of them, but I saw Harley, Harkness, and Lawton still standin’ right before we were grabbed. So, who knows anymore.”

You nod, glad to know at least some of your friends might still be alive. A slim chance was better than nothing. It was better than you or Rick had at the moment. As you keep looking around the room, no obvious means of escape jump out at you. In fact, the more you look around, the more it solidifies the fact that you are both trapped in an unknown location with no means to contact the team or the control center. And to make matters worse, neither one of you is in any position to even put up a fight if the opportunity arose. Things do not look good.

“Rick, I’m sca-” You bite your lip to keep from admitting your weakness, but Rick knows you too well. He immediately understands what you were about to say.

“I know, darlin’. I know. But it’ll be okay. Do you hear me? We’ve been in worse situations than this before and we’re both still standin’. We just need to stay strong and whatever happens, to either of us, we do not give in, and we do not give up.” When he sees you still hesitating, he barks, “That is an order! Do you hear me, Sergeant?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you reply, a small smile ghosting across your lips. He always knew how to keep you strong, keep you focused. But then your smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Rick… what’s about to happen here?”

Rick looks at you with an expression that can only be described as dread. “I don’t know.” Suddenly, you both hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. “But I think we’re about to find out.” He gives you a quick nod and a wink of reassurance just as the door swings open.

A man enters pushing a tray of tools. You can’t see everything that is on it, but you can definitely make out a variety of knives, pliers, and a strange box with wires. You and Rick exchange nervous glances but you try to remain as calm as possible. You have both been trained for these types of situations and as much as the next few hours might hurt, you know you can hold strong.

The man turns first to Rick and then to you as he introduces himself, “Hello, Colonel, Sergeant. My name is Jonas. I work for some people who do not like the people you work for.”

“The U.S. government?” you ask confusedly.

Jonas nods with a cruel smile. “Exactly. You see, your government captured a large quantity of their product over the past few months, and they want it back. So, you tell me the location of Warehouse 552 and I’ll be on my way. If not, then we will have some fun.” He gleefully ran his hand over the instruments on the tray.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think we are, but you have the wrong people. We don’t even know anything about any warehouse! Do we Rick!” you glance over at Rick who is still glaring silently at Jonas, but the set of his jaw and the blaze in his eyes tell you all you need to know. Oh, shit.

Jonas must have picked up on Rick’s lack of a response as well because he smiles and approaches the table Rick is strapped to. “But you do, don’t you Colonel? You know where it is. So, the question comes down to what are you willing to endure to keep your secret? How much pain can you take before you finally break? Hmm? Well, let’s find out shall we?”

He turns back to his tray of tools and picks up a very sharp-looking knife. You tug against your restraints furiously. “Rick…”

But he just growls at you, “Stand down, Sergeant! That is an order! Remember what I said.” His voice is firm and harsh, but you know him well enough to detect the slight tremor underneath. He is just as afraid as you are.

Jonas turns to Rick and places the tip of the knife on Rick’s shoulder. Then, slowly, he trails it down his arm all the way to the metal cuff around his wrist, leaving a thin red line of blood in its wake. Rick didn’t as much as flinch, but your heart is racing a mile a minute. Jonas repeats this process two more times on Rick’s left arm then does three lines on his right. This is followed by three lines to either leg. By the last mark, you can see a slight twitch in Rick’s jaw, and you know he is in pain. But there is nothing you can do but just stand and watch.

When he is done, Jonas puts down the knife and picks up a set of jumper cables. Your eyes grow wide at the sight, and you pull wildly at your restraints. “No! No, please, stop! Don’t do this!”

Jonas smiles and turns to Rick. “Shall I do what she asks? Shall I stop? Just tell me what I want to know, and this will be all over.” But Rick just continues to look straight ahead, his face a mask of strength and steel. So, Jonas shrugs, “Very well then.”

He clips one cable right under Rick’s arm and the other just above his opposite hip. He waits for one second to give Rick a chance to change his mind, but when he doesn’t, Jonas flips the switch.

Rick’s entire body convulses violently as volts of electricity surge through his body. You can’t help but scream as you watch all his muscles tense and go rigid. It seems to go on forever before Jonas finally shuts the machine off. Rick collapses back onto the table, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. But before he can, Jonas turns the machine back on and Rick is sent back to the agonizing state once again.

Tears are streaming down your face as you beg Jonas to stop, but the man ignores you. You begin to breathe faster as if you could somehow breathe for the both of you. And after an agonizingly long time, Jonas finally turns off the machine once more.

Even with the electricity no longer flowing through him, Rick’s body twitches and jerks as it tries to readjust to its normal state. His eyes land on you and for just a moment, there is no recognition in his stare. But then he blinks and whispers your name. You nod emphatically through your tears. “Yes, Rick. It’s me, I’m here. It’s going to be okay. Do you hear me? We’re going to be okay.” He nods slightly, but for the first time, both of you are starting to doubt it.

Jonas removes the clamps and puts the machine back on the tray. And just as you think you can’t imagine anything worse, he pulls out a blow torch.

Your eyes instantly fly to Rick’s. “No! I can’t…. I can’t watch this… I’m sorry, I just can’t… Please, Rick, forgive me.”

He nods and whispers, “It’s okay, darlin’. I don’t want you to see. Close your eyes, it’s okay. I promise. And I’m sorry.”

“Not… so…. fast.” Jonas pauses for a second before saying, “I’m the one making the rules around here. And I say…. she watches.”

“What! No, please! Isn’t it bad enough that you are doing this already? Please!” you beg.

But Jonas just laughs. “Sorry my dear, but they don’t call it torture for nothing. So, for every second I see your eyes off of him, I move the flame closer. Do you understand?”

You nod as a soft sob escapes from your lips. Rick looks almost more upset for you than he does for what is about to happen to him. And that is the only thing that gives you the strength to do this. Looking him dead in the eye, you whisper, “I’ll do it.”

Jonas turns to Rick, “Are you really going to put her through this? Forget about yourself and the pain you’ll experience…. What do you think it will do to her?”

Rick looks you deep in the eye and weakly mutters, “She’s the toughest person I’ve ever met. She can handle it.” You smile slightly, wishing you didn’t have tears streaming down your face, and you nod.

Jonas looks back and forth between the two of you and you see the moment an idea hits him. He puts down the blow torch and picks up another knife, this one slimmer yet sharper looking than the first one. He examines it for a moment, then walks over to where you are restrained on the wall.

Grabbing hold of your hair, Jonas roughly jerks your head back, forcing you to look up towards the ceiling. He then places the knife blade up to your throat. You didn’t dare even swallow, fearful it will draw blood. Straining your eyes downward, you can just make out Rick’s face. Through the pain still present there, his eyes grow wide. They flicker to your face, then the knife, then your face again. You want to tell him it’s okay. That everything will be fine and to not give in just as he told you earlier. But you can’t even open your lips without the knife scraping across your throat, so you just hope he can read what your eyes are screaming at him.

Jonas turns his focus back to Rick. “Maybe neither one of you cared about your life, but what about her’s? Is she worth keeping your secrets for?”

He draws the knife lightly across your throat and you feel a small trickle of blood begin dripping down your neck. Rick pulls frantically at his restraints, but of course, it is no use. Jonas returns the knife to your throat, a few centimeters below his last cut. Already, you can feel more pressure on the blade than before. It didn’t hurt at the moment, but you could tell if he made a cut right now, it would be worse than the last time.

“Now, every time you don’t answer my question, I make a cut. And every cut I make will be deeper and deeper until I either cut through something important or she bleeds out. The choice is yours. Now, tell me the location of the warehouse.”

Rick grits his teeth for a minute, then spits a wad of bloody saliva right at Jonas’s feet.

The man’s eyes narrow. “Fine. Don’t talk. But I warned you what happens next.”

Before either of you can protest, Jonas drags the knife across your throat once more. This time, you can’t keep a strangled gasp of pain from escaping your lips as more blood begins to seep down your neck. He wasn’t joking. This time the cut was somewhat deeper, and it stretched wider across your throat.

Rick roars as he watches the blood pouring from your newest wound. Just as you had screamed for his pain, he now screams for yours. You try to pull your head down to lessen the pressure, but Jonas holds tight on your hair, refusing to let you budge an inch. In fact, he yanks your hair back farther causing you to cry out in pain once again.

Jonas turns to Rick. “How about now? Have you had enough? Has she had enough? Are you ready to tell me where the warehouse is?”

“Go to Hell, you bastard,” Rick growls deeply as every word drips with malice and rage.

Jonas chuckles. “Some people never learn.”

He takes the knife and slices it across your throat, lower and harder than ever before, and you can feel something within you tear. A sound somewhere between a sharp intake of breath and a raspy scream rips from your mouth as this newest wound gushes blood, instantly soaking your shirt.

Rick tries to pull at his restraints once again, but you can see his own injuries are finally catching up to him. His struggles are sluggish and halfhearted, and his eyes are starting to look a little glassy. But they never stray from your face.

Jonas lets go of your hair as he takes a step closer to Rick, which allows your head to fall forward and takes some of the strain off your throat for the first time since Jonas first grabbed you. It is easier to breathe this way and you feel some of the lightheadedness beginning to clear.

The man approaches Rick as he says, “Your sergeant over there doesn’t have much time. One more cut will be deep enough to bleed her dry or at least cause irreparable damage if that hasn’t yet occurred. You tell me what I want to know, and maybe she lives.”

You can see the conflict dancing across Rick’s face. Because even if Jonas hasn’t figured it out, you both know you are more than just his sergeant. This is the moment you had both been afraid of when you started seeing each other in secret. Normally, Rick would never give in, but for you…… Even if Amanda Waller wasn’t the one pulling the strings, you had become the thing that could be used to manipulate him, and that was something you swore you would never be.

“Rick,” you croak out weakly. His eyes shift slightly, meeting yours from across the room. “We do not give in, and we do not give up. It’ll be okay.”

He nods and gives you a small smile. “It’ll be okay, darlin’. It’ll be o-“

His words are cut off as Jonas drives a knife into the right side of his chest. Rick jerks up, his eyes growing wide as he struggles wildly to catch his breath.

“No!” you shriek, but it comes out more like an airy moan.

Rick’s chest heaves as he collapses limply back onto the table. The knife clearly nicked, if not fully punctured, his lung. Slowly, he turns his head, and you can see him trying to mouth something to you, but he is too weak to make the words form clearly. And the next thing you know, his eyes roll back into his head, and he grows still. He is still struggling to breathe, but it is not as frantic as before and you are not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jonas turns back to you. “Don’t worry, he should live. But too bad you’ll bleed out before he comes around because it seems you’re no longer of any use to me.” He steps closer and raises the knife, and as much as you wish you could see Rick’s eyes one more time, you are glad he won’t see what is about to happen.

But right as Jonas is about to make the killing blow, the door to the room flies open, and something whistles through the air. Moving faster than your eyes can process, it zips through the room and passes straight through Jonas. The man’s eyes instantly bulge, and he makes a strangled gurgling sound. Then slowly, he crumples to the ground, his body falling to the left and his head and shoulders falling to the right. You stare in horror before turning to the door.

“Bullseye! Not bad for a quick release, if I do say so myself.” A familiar man in a blue coat and beanie steps into the room, wiping the blood off of his recently returned boomerang.

“Boomer?” you whisper.

As he and Lawton come further into the room, a bouncing blonde barrels past them as she hurries to your side. “Hiya, Sarge! How ya doin’?”

“Harley! God, I have never been happier to see you!” you manage to rasp out.

“Aww! Thanks! I’m glad ta see you too!” She wraps her arms around you in a big hug.

“Harls?.... Harls?.... Harley! This is nice and all, but can you please unlock my hands? We can hug it out later.”

“Oh right! Duh! My bad! Ouchy! That looks like that hurts. Give me one sec.” She ran over to where the body of your captor is now laying in two pieces. Grimacing as she pokes through the dead man’s pockets, she finally triumphantly pulls out a key. “Got it!”

She starts to skip back over to you but pauses long enough to snatch Boomer’s scarf off his neck as he and Lawton examine Rick. Ignoring his grumbles, she returns to your side and unlocks both of your hands. As soon as they are free, you clutch at your throat, trying to slow the bleeding. Harley softly moves your hands out of the way and ties Boomer’s scarf tightly around your gashes. The pressure makes it slightly difficult to breathe, but at least it seems to have slowed the bleeding.

Harley grabs your arm and helps you stagger over to where Rick is still laying, though his restraints have been removed. His eyes are closed and there is a definite wheeze in his breathing. Lawton had given him a shot of something that eased it some, but you knew his injury was still extremely severe. Carefully, you brush his damp hair off his face. “Hey.”

Rick’s eyes slowly flicker open and settle on your face. Weakly, he murmurs, “’ey, darlin’. You good?”

You smile as you continue to stroke his face and rasp, “Yeah, I’m good. I think Harley got the bleeding under control for now. But I don’t know what kind of permanent vocal damage it might have caused. You might be stuck listening to this voice for a while.”

“’at’s okay. You sound sexy like this.” He tries smiling, but it quickly morphs into a grimace of pain.

The sight of him still suffering creates a deep ache in your chest. You know your deal. No displays of affection while on the job or in front of the Squad. Nothing that could get back to Waller to be used against you. But at that moment, seeing him like this, knowing how close each of you had just come to losing the other, you didn’t care.

You cup Rick’s face and bend down until your lips are flush with his. You half expect him to pull away or fight back, but instead, he leans into it, fueled by the same fears and relief that fuels you. You can feel each of you wincing and grunting in pain as the kiss aggravates your injuries, but neither one of you seem to care at that moment. You need the proof that you are both still here, that you are both still breathing. And nothing else matters.

When you finally pull apart, Rick chuckles as he struggles to catch his breath, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“I have a feeling they already knew.” You both glance over to see Harley bouncing up and down as she claps her hands, Boomer begrudgingly digging through his pocket and pulling out some money, and Lawton smiling smugly as Boomer places the money in his hand.

“Oi! You two idiots just cost me fifty bucks!” The Aussie grumbled.

You smile at him. “How ‘bout I buy you a new scarf?”

“You better, mate. ‘Cause I ain’t taking that one back.” Boomer points one of his boomerangs at his scarf soaked with your blood still tied around your neck.

Lawton shoulders the other man playfully. “All right, man. Don’t be a sore loser.” He turns to you and Rick. “We’ll go up top and call in for an extraction and help. Why don’t you two just wait here until it comes?”

You nod your thanks, understanding immediately what he is doing. “That sounds like a great idea, Floyd. Thanks.”

Harley pouts as she links her arm with yours. “But I wanna stay with you guys! You’re more fun!”

“I appreciate that, Harls. But I need to talk to Rick…. alone,” you say softly.

She huffs. “Fine. But I get to sit next to you on the plane.” And with that, she storms out of the room with Boomer and Lawton following behind.

You turn back to Rick, “How are you really?”

“Hurt. All over. But I’ll be okay, darlin’. I promise.” He reaches up to cup your face, but you grab his hand.

Holding it so his hand is on the bottom, you wait for a moment before flipping it over so his is now on the top. Rick nods sadly when he sees what you were trying to show him. Both of your wrists had been rubbed raw and bloody from the restraints and based on the damage, it would probably leave scars. You chuckle humorlessly, “You know, when I suggested we get matching tattoos or something, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

A single tear rolls off your face and splashes onto Rick’s arm. Without a word, Rick wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto the metal table with him. The table he almost died on. The realization of how close both of you came to losing your lives hits you like a freight train and soon, you are sobbing into his shoulder. You try to be as careful of his injuries as you can, but it is nearly impossible due to the wide range of damage he sustained. This idea makes you sob even harder. The wounds on your throat feel like they are on fire, and you can still feel blood draining out of them, but you didn’t care. The pain meant you are still alive. The blood means you are not done yet.

After a few minutes, you calm down. Rick still holds you tightly to his chest, but you can feel the stuttering, abnormal rise and fall of his chest as his punctured lung tries to continue functioning. You just hope that the EVAC team gets here soon.

You raise your head some so you are looking at Rick’s face. “Thank you for that, baby. It’s just been one hell of a day.”

“I know, believe me, I know.” He squeezes you tighter then chuckles. “I just love hearin’ you call me that.”

“Not as much as I love calling you that.” You bend down and kiss his cheek. But then you remembered something, “Rick…. right before you passed out, you tried mouthing something to me but I didn’t understand it. Do you remember what it was?”

His face grows three shades redder as he stammers, “Uh, no… I don’t recall.”

“I think you do.”

He sighs. “Yeah, okay, fine. I didn’t want the first time to be like this. I wanted it to be someplace special. But I was tryin’ to say…. I love you.”

Tears spring back to your eyes as you whisper in your raspy new voice, “Do you mean that? It wasn’t just a deathbed confession?”

“Nah. I’ve loved you for a long time. It just never felt like the right time to tell you.”

“I love you too, Rick. So much. That’s why I was so scared to lose you today. I thought I was never going to get to tell you how I felt.” You smile brightly at him.

He smiles back. “Well, you didn’t lose me. We’re both still here. Together.” And with that, he gathers you up into another kiss.

Time seems to stop as the two of you meld into one. All of the pain and horrors of the day melt away until all you can feel is each other. And as you reach fo-

“Aw, come on! Is this what we’re gonna be seeing every time we turn around now!” Boomer whines from the doorway.

Reluctantly, you and Rick break apart and turn to face the three intruders. Lawton points his thumb at the door, “EVAC’s here. They said they could bring down some stretchers if you need it.”

But Rick waves him off as he struggles into a sitting position. “We’re fine. Now that we’re gettin’ out of here…. Together.”

[batarella]

The Bullet: A Sequel to The Commander - Part 7 *FINALE* (Jason Todd x Reader)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THIS FUCKING FINALE I SWEAR. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY BECAUSE THIS IS THE MOST ACTION PACKED FINALE I’VE EVER WRITTEN.

WORDS: 14349 WARNINGS: FIREARMS, VIOLENCE, DEATH

MASTERLIST

THE BULLET MASTERLIST

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Strapped onto the wheel chair like a rabid circus freak, Y/N knew exactly where she was headed. She just didn’t know what for.

With her neck being held back she could only look at the bulbs of white fluorescent light that continually passed by her and couldn’t do so much as look at the ground. Plenty of guards were around her as well. She didn’t bother struggling, nor did she speak. But there were even more armed guards lining up, going to wherever she was going as well. All the way up to a white room.

A mission. Her first mission with the squad. Just delightful.

“Deadshot?” the guard near the door asked. When the ones carrying her wheelchair gave him her files, she was let in.

She was the last one to arrive. Because everyone had their eyes on her the moment she graced them with her presence.

The first one that caught Y/N’s eye was, of course, Amanda Waller. With the room littered with her goons and guards, the woman stood at the very front, against a blank wall with her hands behind her back and her eyebrow quirked up right at Y/N. Y/N squinted her eyes back at her, some sort of a decline to her superiority, and Waller looked amused.

Then when the guards parted to make way for her, she was brought to the very center of the room, where there were five rather familiar faces giggling and snarling at the newest member of the squad. The one at the center, Rick Flag, ordered his men to place Y/N on the leftmost side.

Those faces, the ones she’s seen more often than she wished she had. Some already knew her. Some hated her. And some simply didn’t care.

Harley Quinn. Of course, out of everyone else in the room, was the only one bubbling with laughter and other nonsense spurting out of her mouth. She was waving her legs around the wheelchair like a little girl would on a swing. And she was staring at her, laughing. “WE GOT A NEW GIRL ON THE SQUAD!!!” she bellowed out. “WHAT?! DEADSHOT’S NEICE. THAT’S NEPOTISM RIGHT THERE.” Y/N ignored her.

The one beside her was someone she didn’t know personally, someone she’s never even met. They said this guy came from Australia and robbed almost every bank there was. Captain Boomerang. He, too, was strapped to a chair, though he wasn’t as loud as Harley. Y/N saw him eye her head to toe while he bit his lip, and she shot Boomerang a knife-like scowl before his eyes got too comfortable.

The next one. Killer Frost. A beautiful woman with ice-white skin and the hair of an arctic fox. She didn’t give Y/N so much as a glance. Most probably because they had her stored in a coffin-like chamber with only a glass window where her head could be seen. On the inside, she could see the glass covered in frost, and the chamber looked cold to touch. She was calm, reserved. And looked on at Waller’s direction.

The creature beside Frost was the one she really wouldn’t want to mess with the most. The largest in the room, with blue skin and a body ten times the mass of any human being possibly could be. He had the head of a shark, eyes red like her optics. He even had a fin sticking out his back. and he was muzzled and strapped standing upright with five more guards around him. Y/N could hear him growl, wordless, and when she caught his eye, he snarled at her.

Finally, El Diablo. The quietest out of the bunch. His wheelchair looked just like hers, except his hands were completely covered by iron cylinders, probably filled with ice cold water. The man was covered in tattoos, and he didn’t have a shirt on. His face looked like a skull’s, which made the way he looked at everyone else look more menacing than his supposed behaved demeanor.

These were the dangerous people she’s stuck with, most probably for the rest of her life if all else fails and she’ll never be able to get out. The people that Floyd had worked with. And they were a few of the most maniacal villains there were in the whole country. She wished she could tell herself she didn’t belong. But she actually did. In fact, she had no business going about pretending to be better than all these people. When it came to how much blood they’ve shed, she probably wasn’t too far off from Harley. Maybe even more.  

Y/N was right where she truly belonged. Today, she is welcomed as the newest member of the Suicide Squad.

Waller stepped out to the front. “Y/N, your team. Let’s cut to the chase. We don’t have much time. Bring out the files.”

These files were then projected onto a holographic screen against the wall behind Waller. It was a photo of Scarecrow.

“Some of you probably have heard. Just yesterday, Dr. Jonathan Crane released his new toxin in the National Bank of Gotham.”

The screen started to show footage of what went on in the Bank.

“Our first mistake was thinking Scarecrow had launched the same kind of toxin as the last time, but as the surviving victims were brought out to the stations, they continued to showed the side effects of the toxin, including mania, hallucinations, homicidal tendencies, unnatural human strength, and even cannibalism. Even after being held for observations for more than twenty-four hours, they, unfortunately, could not be brought back.

“Which means that Crane had finally developed a fear toxin that causes permanent effects to anyone who does so much as inhale the gas…”

She heard guards shuffle and hold their guns tighter.

“I have a question!” Harley screamed, holding her hand up despite it being strapped to the chair.

“Flag. Muffle her.”

“Muffle me!? What do you-MMMMM!”

“As I was saying. The victims were forced to be euthanized when none of the doctors could bring them back. One hundred-twenty people died in the incident and the whole country is in a state of panic.”

“MMM MMM MMM?!” Harley asked.

“Yes. The whole country. Months ago, Dr. Crane had blackmailed the crime syndicate Carmine Falcone, who he instructed to forge buy outs of several other Gotham businessmen, stole almost all their money before hiring a certain hitman-“ she stared at Y/N. “-To assassinate them all one by one before his shortcomings are detected. That placed Falcone’s total net worth to be almost two hundred billion dollars. Or so we thought.

“After Falcone’s death, Crane had already taken all the money for himself and had used to build what might be the end to all of mankind. A new Cloudburst weapon. This time large enough to engulf the whole country in his new toxin, as well as a brand-new militia army of hundreds of men guarding his device. Mankind as we know it will be haunted with his obsession with fear and we will all be nothing but goddamn zombies.”

“MMMM!” Harley thrashed about in her chair, then she spat out her gag. “Yuck! That was disgusting! I was about to say that gag had a bug and it crawled down to my throat but it actually wasn’t that bad!”

“Harley!” Rick Flag screamed. Harley pouted and stuck out her tongue.

“And what is it you want us to do, Waller?” Boomerang asked with his heavy accent. “You want us to go there and possibly inhale this bloody toxin!?”

The screen turned to a helicopter’s sight. “Last night, we managed to tracked down a dome-shaped building in the deserted areas outside New Jersey with more than five hundred men guarding it inside and out. It is suspected that the weapon might be hidden somewhere in its center. Your job is to go there, eliminate Dr. Crane and his army, and destroy that weapon with whatever means necessary.

“And as for your concern, our teams have developed a mask for you all to wear. It has the filter to go against the toxin. We found it on one of the Arkham Knight Militia’s men and developed our own.”

Oh. Shit. That. She totally forgot. Man, how time flies.

“Let’s not waste anymore time. Flag. Take them to the airport and give them their gear.”

“Weeeeee!” Harley squealed as they started wheeling her out of the room.

Y/N had no idea where to start, if she even had a place to start.

Everything Waller mentioned, it could all be traced back to her. In so many ways. And she knew it. Everyone in the room probably knew it. It was only fair that she be involved in trying to correct it at all. She had no business complaining or thinking she should be somewhere else. This was Waller’s way, hell, this was the whole goddamn world’s way of handing to her what she truly deserved. And she was so tired of constantly being the cause of hurt and pain. So many mistakes, costing her everything she’s ever known to love. She really, truly belonged here. More than Harley. More than Killer Frost. More than anyone else in the squad.

Because without her even knowing, she’d been involved in this mess before any of Scarecrow’s plans were even thought of. With the militia, the Cloudburst, Falcone’s assassinations. In so many ways, none of this would have happened if not for her.

But did she even have the time to blame herself? When it would barely do her any good?

As Y/N was taken to the plane, beside the other members of the squad, she focused on the buzzing and Boomerang’s rants and Harley’s cackles. She even caught the eye of King Shark and didn’t budge.

Because of course, in a way, she was to blame. She knew Crane had something planned when he almost had her killed that one, terrible night trying to lessen the odds of her ruining his plan once more. And another one of her stupid mistakes was to completely forget about it.

They arrived a few hours later. On the military base somewhere in the interstate, even more soldiers and guards waited for them in the barren grounds surrounded by their tents.

She was the farthest behind, the last one to be wheeled out of the plane. When Rick Flag met them at the center where suitcases and crates were being brought out. He waited until most of the squad members had settled.

“Everyone. Stand your ground. Unlock them and give them their gear. If you idiots do so much as look at me differently, I will detonate the bombs.”

“We know the drill, mate,” Boomerang spat at him.

“I know. I was talking to the new girl.”

Y/N’s wheelchair stopped. Then, they were all released from their straps, from their chairs. Harley hopped up and stretched out her arms, then took out her clothes from the crates and her enormous hammer. Boomerang fixed his coat, then he had a single boomerang from his case. He threw it in the air, and a few seconds later, it came flying back.

Killer Frost, with the air suddenly becoming a little chillier when the chamber opened, walked out and grabbed her icy-blue suit. She didn’t have any more weapons. El Diablo was slow to move, but when the chains were unlocked, he got a single hoodie jacket and hid himself from everyone else.

King Shark, on the other hand, put up most of a fight. Terrified soldiers had their shields up when they released him from his confines and he roared directly at Flag’s face. Flag didn’t budge.

Y/N stood up from her chair, stretched her neck, then cracked her knuckles.

As an entire arsenal of guns was brought to her, she stared vacantly at her red and gray suit and the white mask at the bottom of the crate.

That wasn’t her. It didn’t call out to her anymore the way it did just a few days ago. It was a layer of skin laid over her flesh that wasn’t hers at all. She wasn’t Deadshot anymore.

She can't wear this suit.

Y/N eyed another crate nearby. It must have belonged to the other gunmen in their army.

She can make something out of these.

Nobody batted an eye when she started scavenging for parts.

Black body armor, covering her chest, shoulders, and knees. Dark pants covered in straps and holsters on her hips and thighs. Boots that went up to her knees, covered with the pads. And underneath the armor was a dark blue body suit, making her look completely different from her uncle’s red one. Her wrist gun, spray painted blue. And lastly, a black hood with a mask that covered her nose and mouth.

Around her neck was a small silver chain with the diamond ring through its loop. Y/N longingly stared into its crystal, looking back at everything Jason had promised her. How she believed them even when they weren’t so possible. How much she missed him.

She stuffed it under her suit and placed the hood over her head.

Already, she’d shed off that foreign skin. This was her. This was Y/N.

When everyone was ready, Flag came up to the crowd.

“No longer Deadshot, are you?”

“No,” she said.

“Then what do we call you?”

She simpered.

“The Bullet.”

-----

This had to be all theatrics. Not to mention completely unnecessary. Jason got off his motorcycle and parked it right outside the gate.

Somehow, they kept it. Even the fence. And it still had ‘Wayne Manor’ on its wrought iron bars even when the field behind it had been completely emptied out. The ruins and everything left behind after the manor exploded had been cleared out and demolished. Still, they chose not to do anything with the land, even when millionaires fought over it and maybe a few intruders with metal detectors breaking in to look for the Batcave.

Dick told him to meet him and the rest of the family there. He had no idea where, but when he stepped into the gate, Dick was there leaning against the vine-covered fence behind it. Jason wasn’t so sure how to greet him. the last time they saw each other, they were at each other’s throats. Literally. Now at their mercy, he wasn’t so sure what was the quickest way to let his pride down without looking too much of a desperate asshole.

“Uhm. Hi,” Dick said.

“Hey.”

They stared at the grass.

“Are Babs and Tim coming?”

“Yeah. They just got out of their honeymoon.”

“Oh yeah. Congratulations to them.”

“You can tell Tim when we get to them.”

Of course. Tim. The replacement. He can totally congratulate him on his wedding without it sounding too awkward.

“We talk here?”

Dick wrinkled his forehead and laughed. “You thought we were gonna plan this whole thing out on an empty field?”

“This place sure looks like one.”

He threw his head back. “Come on. Follow me.”

Hands in his pockets, he trailed behind Dick. All the way over to the center of the field where there wasn’t so much as a porta potty for them to go into.

Then Dick pulled out his watch, which wasn’t a watch at all, and started to press onto its buttons.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jason sighed when the ground underneath them suddenly started to rumble.

“What? You thought the cave went out with the explosion, too? Bruce wouldn’t let it go to waste.”

Then the grass, which turned out to be fake, had split into a large, rectangular shaped ramp that slowly descended down onto the undergrounds for them to walk onto. When it stopped, Jason pressed on his nose. “I can't believe I didn’t know about this.”

“Come on.”

They started walking down. “Barbara’s the one in charge. She practically runs the place.”

“I can see that.”

When they reached below ground, the Batcave was exactly as they had left it. The last time he was here, he was with Y/N, the Commander. And although they’d changed its entryway, the Batmobile and the Batwing were still there, the computers were still up and running. How massive it was and how bats were still up on the rocky ceiling looking down on them with their beady little eyes. Jason and Dick walked down the driveway and he let his hand run onto the batmobile’s surface.

Barbara and Tim were at the computers. They turned to the two and the way they looked at Jason wasn’t something he particularly liked being stared at.

“Hey, Babs.”

Barbara was the first to smile at him. “Hi, Jason.”

Then when he looked at Tim, who didn’t share the same smile, he stopped himself from scratching an itch on his head.

“Hi… Tim…”

“Jason…” he coughed.

“Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thank you,” Babs said, then she reached out to Jason’s hand. He took it, for a while, then he pulled away.

“Sorry to hear about her,” Tim said.

“I know. But if you help me… and I thank you for helping me now… we can break her out.”

“Did you come up with a plan?” Dick asked him. Jason, arms crossed, turned over to the computer. Barbara had already gone ahead with looking up Scarecrow.

“If the squad is being sent out to deal with Crane, they might be going after that new weapon of his. We can go after them there and get her out before anyone sees.”

He stared at his hands. “I was hoping Babs could come up with some sort of devise that can disable the bomb in her neck.”

“Dick already told me. Don’t worry. I came up with something this morning.”

The three men followed behind her as she wheeled over to the table next to the keyboards.

“This,” she held out a device shaped like a thick pen. “If you can get her to settle down, you stick this thing to the back of her neck and it will send shocks right up to the nanite bomb. It should give it the voltage it needs to be disabled. It’s going to hurt. But it can save her.”

She was an angel. A literal angel. Just the thought of it gave him that little flutter of hope he definitely needed.

“Babs, I don’t know how to thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re here to help you.”

Two years ago, he had this woman kidnapped and sent to Crane, gave her the death scare of a lifetime and almost had Tim killed when Scarecrow had him captured.

It was too much. How none of their faces looked the least bit bothered. Dick held the pen and took off the needle cap, flinching, then he gave it to Jason.

Jason looked down on it, clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry…”

Dick, with his arms crossed, Tim leaning against the table, and Babs looking down at her hands, they all didn’t have much to say.

“I’m sorry for everything I did to you. All of you.”

“Jason…” Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “We used to be brothers-“

“No, I… I couldn’t. When this is over, I’ll be out of your way. And I owe you. All of you… But I shouldn’t stay…”

“You can. And you will. No matter how much you push yourself away… We’re here for you…”

Tim never looked up. But Jason knew, that if he were in his place right now, he’d be all over him with the ‘I told you so’s’ and the snide remarks. But the younger man was silent, didn’t even look at him the wrong way.

And that’s when he really felt like shit.

“We’re happy you came to us for help,” Babs said.

Jason hadn’t figured this part out when he reached for their help, but he knew something like this was about to happen. It was the entire reason why he didn’t want to. Because somehow, when it did, these guys won't hate him anymore, and he’ll end up hating himself instead.

Dick placed his hand on his shoulder. For a moment. Then when Jason’s body tensed, Dick pulled away.

“Now,” Babs went over to the computer. “Time to hack into the government.”

-----

The helicopter landed some distance away from the dome. The Bullet still had no idea why it was shaped that way. Just that it was new and humungous and completely littered with army men guarding every inch of it.

She, Harley, Boomerang, Killer Frost, King Shark, and El Diablo stepped out at the front lines, with Rick Flag right behind them, followed by their own army of men, though a number considerably less than what they were going up against. They had to be smart with this and break in.

They went into the forest, out on the fields. The dome was in a level ground lower than the lands around it, shaped in a circle, much like it was on a pit that was about two or three stories below ground. They crouched down on the bushes when they started reaching the edges of the pit and Flag looked out on his scopes.

“They’ve completely covered the perimeter.”

“Do we just attack?”

Flag put down his binoculars. “We are. To keep them distracted. When everyone’s backs are turned you six go in there and finish the job.”

“You say it like it’s so fucking easy,” Boomerang snarled. King Shark gritted his sharp teeth and growled staring at the armed men around the building.

A hand grenade. Right at one of the trees. It got their attention enough, especially when Flag started firing at the guards stationed just outside the entrance. Crowds of Scarecrow’s men, armed to the teeth, ran the outside grounds to go after Flag’s men. They drifted down the pit, outstretched their legs, and handled them at close range, while some stayed at the trees firing from afar.

The Squad, on the other hand, were all the way over to the other side. Almost all of them had ran off, except for two who stayed behind guarding the backside.

“Bullet,” Frost placed her frosted hand on her shoulder. It made her shiver. “You're up.”

The Bullet took out her sniper and shot down those two men almost at the same time. Then they slid down the side, King Shark rolling down with his immense weight. When another of Scarecrow’s men ran out the door, a boomerang landed on his head.

The door was locked. “I’ll take care of it,” Frost said. Boomerang scoffed, “Fucking metas.”

Holding out her hands, fumes of ice shot out from Frost’s palms and froze down the locks. King Shark kicked the iced hinges down, then the door fell to the ground.

“That was easy!” Harley skipped inside with her mallet over her shoulders. Diablo was still silent, still with his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t jinx it, Harls.”

It looked more like a warehouse by the entryway. And there was absolutely nothing inside save for a few cylinders and water tanks and a whole lot of pipes being guarded.

“We should probably sneak inside.”

“Sneak!?” Harley snorted at the Bullet. “Honey, we don’t do that here.”

King Shark growled at her, then he walked straight up to the center of the room.

“Intruder! Open fire!” the soldiers screamed.

“What is that thing!?”

“Just shoot!”

King Shark walked slowly towards those men, and the bullets just bounced off his incredibly thick skin. He held out his hand, stopped the bullets from reaching his face. Then when the soldiers had backed too much away and reached the wall, Shark grabbed them by the face and actually hurled them all the way across the room.

“Time to play!!!” Harley screamed, then she held out her mallet and started swinging it over at the guards.

Killer Frost had the ground frozen over, slipping the guards off balance, then shards of ice rose up from the ground to impale them. Boomerang had a more melee approach but had his trusty weapon to go around when he needed it.

The Bullet. The new, almighty Bullet. She pulled up her hood and mask and took out her AK.

She fired at the dozens of men going after her. Jumping on top of the cylinders, standing on the highest ground, she shot down anyone who came remotely close to her and had their bodies on the floor before they could even touch her feet. Over and over, she changed the magazines, took out more ammo. She let the gun take charge of her hands and head. A lot of the were swarming her, from different directions. Eventually too many of the soldiers were surrounding the pile of crates she stood on and the others started climbing up.

She couldn’t escape. Even if she were able to take them all down.

Until a raging fire shot out like a car-sized flame thrower and took out the guards that were climbing up. The water tank didn’t seem to have been damaged, but the men on it were burnt like a crisp, and they all started to run away. “Jump!” Diablo screamed.

She did, and she landed on the fire as well. She rolled on the floor to put it out before it got to her skin and Diablo helped her up. “Thank you.”

“Just go.”

She nodded, then with her pistol and wrist gun, went on to keep firing.  Frost had a wall of the men being stuck to the block of ice, some completely frozen inside it, then King Shark let out an animalistic shriek before he punched the glass, destroying it into shards and impaling everyone inside.

Harley, on the other hand, just went on spinning around with her mallet, screaming, manically laughing. The bitch was insane.

“A little help here!” Boomerang called out. He was being held back by two men while another was punching at his chest. The Bullet pointed her wrist gun and fired at his attacker.

Even more men were coming. From the doors to the inside.

“We have to keep moving!” The Bullet cried out to them. To the door where the reinforcements kept coming from, she kept firing as she backed away. The whole squad moved, onwards towards the door. Then when they’d all reached it, Frost froze over the door with more than five layers of ice.

There were sounds of bashing and hitting against the icy door, but it should be enough to hold them back. Before them was a long, seemingly endless hallway. It should probably be leading them to the inside of the dome, where the weapon is.

“Ahhh. The Suicide Squad…”

“WOAH WOAH WOAH where the hell is that comin’ from!?” Harley screamed.

The intercoms. Scarecrow was watching them. The Bullet put on her optics, now shining blue light, and looked around.

A camera. Right at the corner. She shot it with her wrist gun.

“And you have the Commander with you.”

“FUCKING SHUT UP!” The Bullet shot another camera hidden away.

“The Commander, huh,” Killer Frost looking at her head to toe. “You work with him before?”

“Shut up.”

“OH MY MOLLY,” Harley placed her hands on her mouth. “YOU'RE the Commander of the freakin’ Arkham Knight!! I remember you!”

“We should go-“

“I have so many questions. Huge fan. HUGE fan. Ya know she’s drove the first Cloudburst?”

Boomerang crossed his arms. “And they sent her to help us? The fuckin’ nerve of this scumbag coming up here actin’ all hero.”

“You watch your mouth, kangaroo.”

Diablo snorted and chuckled. Boomerang held out his weapon. “You want a piece of this?”

“A kid’s toy?”

“Don’t you fuckin-“

King Shark roared at the two with his mouth wide open for a good ten seconds and deafened their ears. The Bullet wiped his spit off her face and scoffed.

Frost led the way, all the way down its halls. When they reached a large gate, she froze it over once more and Shark beat it down with his fists and his foot.

They didn’t know they’d reach the center of the large dome. They thought they had more rooms to cover.

With the building so big, they thought it would have taken so much more time to reach the core.

But already, they were met with a cylindrical glass tank that was almost as thick as an entire building in itself, and it lit up the room in a menacing red light, all around. It was swirling, even boiling inside. And it shot all the way up to the roof, three stories high.

It was the fucking toxin.

The squad backed away.

Dozens of men surrounded them, all around the dimly lit room. And it was larger than any of them could have expected. It was circular, and there was only a suspended walkway that went all around the sides. There was a runway to the center, where there were controls. A man stood by them. A man with a rag on his head.  

All of them with their hands up.

Scarecrow’s voice was on the intercom, and it echoed all throughout the dome loud enough to rattle their eardrums.

“I assume this wasn’t what you’d expected?”

No. Not even a little. This wasn’t what they expected at all.

They didn’t expect to already reach the weapon.

Or rather. Stand on top of the weapon.

The weapon wasn’t a ray gun or a tank or even a satellite. It wasn’t something so small that it would have been easily taken down by a tank or even King Shark’s fist. Even when it was to engulf the whole of America in its toxin.

No. it was none of that.

The Bullet trailed her eyes down the numerous pipes going up and around the walls, through the floor and over to the room where they just came from, where even more of the toxin was stored in tanks and the pipes that went around it.

The Cloudburst wasn’t inside the dome.

The Cloudburst was the dome.

-----

It didn’t take too much time. It wasn’t the first time Barbara had to hack into the American Government. In fact, it was the easier to hack into than some people’s private accounts.

She went into Amanda Waller’s files.

“Here. Finally.”

Dick, Jason, and Tim stood behind her.

“It looks like they’ve already sent out the squad. Just a few hours ago.”

“Who are in the squad?”

The files on Task Force X. Babs took out the profiles on all their subjects.

Harley’s picture was first to come up. Her blonde hair and vicious eyes staring at the screen. “Harley Quinn, of course. We got Louise Lincoln, also known as Killer Frost.”

The boys watched on.

“El Diablo. Captain Boomerang. King Shark. Rick Flag’s being sent out there as well.”

Then she stopped scrolling when Y/N’s picture and profile came up.

Jason’s heart broke. It did every time he does so much as look at a photo of her. And with that one, a mug shot, the mug shot that was going around every news station in town, the brokenness in her face, the darkness in what used to be the brightness in her eyes, how much rage she had for everything around the world, he hitched his breath.

‘Y/FN Y/LN

Age: 23

Alias: The Bullet’

He smiled at her new name. A sad smile. The most painful kind.

He missed her so much.

Setting his head to the side so they couldn’t see the tear that had seeped out, Jason swallowed and shut his eyes.

“Jason…”

“I’m alright. Can you find out where they were headed?”

Babs smiled at him, then went back to her keyboard.

Zooming in on the helicopter footage on the dome, she traced its coordinates.

“Is that-“

“Scarecrow’s base? Most probably.”

“Jesus,” Jason sighed. “I used to work with that guy.”

“This is the weapon, alright. The sensors are through the roof. We should be heading out there.”

“Do we have a plan?”

“Not exactly. We’ll know when we get there,” Dick said.

“We have to hurry. Who knows when that mad man actually detonates his bomb?”

“How? It’s two hours away.”

“Man,” Dick pat his back. “You really have to get used to working with us now that we’ve got Bruce’s old toys.”

Of course.

What else could he have possibly thought? Get there on his bike?

The Batwing was staring right at their faces, almost taunting them with its silent growl. Dick, Tim, and Jason walked up to it side by side.

“You think he’ll be happy with that?” Jason said.

“Not at all. He even threatens to kill us if we get anywhere near the wheel-“

“Which is why I’m here to drive, Master Dick.”

No.

No.

It couldn’t be.

The sweet old butler, came up from behind the computers where there must have been a room for him to stay in, he held out a tray of four glasses of water for them to take. Setting it down on the table, he gave Jason the sincerest smile.

“I’ve missed you, dear boy.”

“Alfred.”

He wanted desperately to go up to him, give him the biggest bear hug until his bones crack, but Alfred held his hand up to him and just handed him his water.

“It’s better if we skip the ol’ reunion. We catch up after we’ve saved your girl.”

Everything was here. Everyone was here.

Clearly, it wasn’t the time to get emotional. And goddamn, he wasn’t the one to get emotional.

And all the more did they look like a family when the three boys suited up. Dick with his black and blue Nightwing suit and domino mask, Tim with his bo staff and red and yellow suit and cape. And Jason, with his hooded jacket and red visor.

Facing each other in a circle, Nightwing, Robin, and Red Hood took in how they were all now in one team, possibly for the rest of their career. No longer will they fight. No longer will they run.

Oracle smiled at the three. “You all look great together when you're not at each other’s throats.”

“You sure you won't let me drive, Alfred?” Robin said to the butler.

“I had specific instructions from Master Bruce that if you were to inherit the cave, no one was to drive the Batwing but me. You have until I die, Master Dick.”

“Awe. Even in his death, Bruce still doesn’t trust us.”

Laughing as they went in, Alfred had the Batwing soaring into the sky. Silently.

They were going to save her. Them. His family. The one he’d left. The one he thought he hated. The one he almost got killed.

He couldn’t possibly have done anything to deserve this.

With his visor up, he went up to Dick.

“Dick…” he choked.

His older brother turned to him, smiling. He knew what Jason was thinking.

And he didn’t let him speak to make things unnecessarily dramatic. He knew he had his brother back. Dick pulled him into a hug. A sweet, sincere hug that tore out every part of him that wasn’t already consumed by that string of humanity he once had left inside him.

“Thank you,” Jason said to him. Dick patted his back.

“We missed you, Jaybird…”

Jason closed his eyes.

When they pulled away, with Tim watching, he never actually got the change to get to know him. But one of these days, he will. And he’ll be a brother to him, too.

Jason nodded at him, smiling. Tim nodded back.

He never, ever would have thought they’d accept him like this, to help him like this.

And if Bruce were here, he’d have no idea what to tell him. But Jason did forgive him. He forgave him before he even knew he did. Maybe, if Bruce were anything like Dick and Tim, he would have accepted Jason back into his house. He would have helped him, as well.

He let himself think that. For his own sake. For his own peace.  

Not long after, they reached the site.

Nightwing, Robin, and Red Hood stood at the Batwing’s exit doors.

-----

Harley must have had the worst of issues for her to be laughing this off, whistling as she marveled over the room. “I have to admit, Ragdoll, you cer’ainly out did yourself than the last time! I remember when all it took was Ivy’s tree to get rid of your toxin!”

Boomerang scoffed. “A tree?!”

“Gag her.”

“Awe, come on! What is it with you people and the gaggi- MMMMMM!”

Held back by a dozen of Scarecrow’s gunmen, with so many of their guns pointed right at their heads, they stood on their knees, hands tied to their backs. They watched Scarecrow walk over to them from his place near the glass. He chuckled, that low, dark, breathy, and utterly disgusting laugh when he went over the squad.

“MMM! MMM? Mmm…” Harley said to him when he passed by her. All he did was glare. When he passed by Frost, he eyed her body and how icy smoke was coming out of her pores.

“Ya know, this ain’t personal. I’d totally be into this. But we got an explosive stuck to me spine here, mate, and I really just don’t want to die,” Boomerang said. Scarecrow ignored him and walked over to Diablo.

She looked over. Diablo had melted away the ropes on his wrists and no one even noticed. He stood still, watching Scarecrow, then the rag-headed man went over to the next one.

The Bullet. The only one who actually hated this man to the bloody core.

Scarecrow looked amused at the darkness of her glower. He leaned over, pulled down her hood and mask with his disgusting fingers before she flinched away.

“Lovely to see you once more, Commander.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“I thought I left you for dead. Turns out you survived your own bullets. Perhaps you're not as good as you thought you are-“

“Go to hell-“

“This is hell, Commander. At least, it will be.” When he stood back, he eyed the creature next to her.

“An animal? They brought an animal to the squad?” Scarecrow laughed.

King Shark roared. The loudest, more nightmarish roar. Then he charged after him with his large mouth littered with almost three rows of teeth on each side. The guards pulled him back, shot a taser to his arm, but it didn’t do much damage.

Scarecrow backed off and immediately he was guarded by his men.

“Kill him.”

“No!” Killer Frost screamed, but even she was held back by three guards.

And it was the most cruel thing they’ve ever seen. The Bullet watched on, as her fellow squad member was shot with three tranquilizer darts. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

Then Scarecrow’s men took out a grenade.

Shit.

They stuffed it into King Shark’s mouth.

And the squad looked away when it detonated not even two seconds later.

His head was blown off. Much like it would have been if Flag had done it himself.

Five of them left.

Against an army of hundreds.

“Now. You all get to watch as the entire country slowly descends into their deepest, darkest nightmares…”

Scarecrow went over to the center, over to the controls where she saw a bright, beeping light coming from one of the screens. She didn’t have so much as an idea about how this was going to blow. Will the building be going along with it? Is everyone going to live through it?

She should know. She was the one who detonated the first Cloudburst.

They were two hours away from the city. And the government already had most of the people in the area evacuate to shelters underground. They didn’t have much else to hide.

The guards around them had masks as well. They were going to sit it through, fight even with the gas all around them.

She had no idea what was going to happen. But all she could do was sit and watch.

Scarecrow pressed the final button, and on the screen, it showed a minute’s countdown

The Bullet closed her eyes.

There was a heat coming to her wrists. Out of view from the guards. A little flame, floating about. It melted away the chains that were around their hands, and suddenly, she could move them around. She looked over at Diablo and thanked him with a nod. Harley and Boomerang were free as well. Frost, on the other hand, rejected that fire and instead froze over the chains herself. They could charge.

But the guards were too many. She couldn’t just attack.

Time was running out. There was nothing they could do.

But they can shield themselves. At the last second when the guards couldn’t react.

“This is… the Cloudburst!!!”

Three.

Two.

One.

BOOM!!!

“EVERYBODY, GET YOUR FUCKING MASKS!” Boomerang screamed. The five of them grabbed their filter masks from their suits and held it against their mouths. Everything was shaking, an explosion large enough to almost take down its walls, then the glass started to break. The gas was leaking on the inside.

Scarecrow didn’t move. He just stood there, amused, all the while his guards started to panic, panting and coughing and tearing the masks off their faces like it only hurt their skin. She ran out of the way before a guard fell to her body, clutching his throat, before he started screaming the ghostliest noises a human could possibly make.

Then their skins. No longer did they look remotely human. They looked like they were burnt out. Their whole body turning into scabs and burnt flesh. The toxin was eating them from the inside. And their eyes. She’s never seen the look on someone’s face like that when they were looking straight at their deepest, darkest fears. Not even when she’d imagine it.

No.

He couldn’t possibly-

No.

These men. These trained soldiers promised with almost million dollars each.

Scarecrow didn’t hire them here to defend the Cloudburst.

They were here to serve as victims for his horrible toxin that turned them into vicious, mindless zombies. And they looked exactly like they would have in their visions of fear, the ones you’d merely hallucinate with his old toxin. This time, they weren’t hallucinations. The nightmarish creatures of the dark, Scarecrow had turned the people’s fears into something real.

The squad, with their masks on, held tightly onto their weapons, watching the horror in front of them unfold.

One of the creatures ran after Harley, so she swung at it with her mallet, crushing his body against the wall. It didn’t even look like it had human bones that cracked when it was hit.

No. No. No.

Everyone started firing at the creatures coming after them. At their heads, at their animalistic mouths. Frost on one side, freezing the incoming animals into an ice block, and on the other, El Diablo, firing at them with an enormous raging fire. They had to get out of here. There was no possible way they could win this here. Not with the Cloudburst looking like it was about to break.

The Bullet fired at everything she could see. With her AK on one hand and her pistol on the other. But the seemingly endless array of lifeless minions came crawling and pouncing right at her. One of them scratched her arm. She hoped this fucking toxin didn’t work through cross contamination.

Scarecrow, he was still at the center, watching it all unfold.

Scarecrow.

Scarecrow.

Fucking Scarecrow.

The Bullet screamed out, even with her mask, then opened fire as she made her way into the center walkway. She ran to him and pushed everything out of her way, blowing their brains out, jumping onto the railing and running on top of it. She took out a grenade and threw it at a crowd.

Jonathan Crane caught her eye. And with the deathly look on her face, he lost his amusement.

Then the coward started to back away.

She growled and tore through everything, running after Crane. He didn’t have much else to go.

So in a split second, she fired at his leg. The Bullet could have easily fired at his head.

But she wanted him to die from a bullet right between his eyes, that were to look right into hers in the last few moments of his life.

Scarecrow was on the ground, crawling. The Bullet walked right up to him and grabbed him by the collar. Then she aggressively slammed him against the glass where his horrible red toxin was leaking out.

“You killed my son…”

“You did that yourself-“

“No,” she tightened her hand around his neck. “No, I didn’t.”

A pistol. Right against his head. She ends this now. His story ends now. His reign on earth. His madness. His nightmare.

She couldn’t hear the bullet fire out of her hand.

But she did feel the blood spatter when it entered Jonathan Crane’s skull. She heard the crack, and the impact against the glass. She saw the look on his eyes, staring right into her. Taunting her. Waiting for her to pull the trigger until it stayed that way until the worms eat up his body.

The Bullet threw the body on the floor.

She was never, ever going to kill another human being again. She made that promise. To Jason and his family.

But if she were to kill just one last time…

She wanted to make it count.

-----

“Holy…”

“Shit…”

“We were too late.”

“Or the squad failed…”

“No,” Red Hood choked. “No, they can't be dead.”

“They might still be alive. Get your masks on. Come on.”

They put on their masks, Red Hood’s under his visor. As they ran towards the enormous mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke that was spewing violently out of the dome. The ground was quaking enough to feel like it would eventually erupt. And if they were to stay, it might actually split open. They ran towards the center.

And before they could go down the pit. They saw them. Right when they stepped into the are completely engulfed in the horrible red toxin.

They saw the creatures.

In army uniforms of what used to be humans, the creatures were screaming, running and clawing their way around the grass and bushes like they were rabid wolves under a full moon. The bodies, or what used to be bodies, looked like undead carcasses that were walking on their hands and feet. When they caught sight of the three, they started going after them.

Someone grabbed Nightwing’s shoulder.

Rick fucking Flag. He had a mask on.

“You kids better stay away. This is our mission.”

“You really want your boss’s goddamn pride to get in the way of actually saving the world? We’re here to help!”

Flag fired at one of the monsters coming right for them.

“Scarecrow’s baited his own men and turned them into these fucking shitbags.”

“Then let us help,” Robin said. Red Hood, on the other hand, was already shooting at the creatures with his two pistols.

“Red Hood!”

“Oh, don’t give me that! These guys aren’t human!” He fired at one almost flying for his visor. “They never will be again even if we destroy this thing! So get your asses here and KILL THESE GUYS!”

Rick Flag had went on to shoot them with his AK. Nightwing and Robin stared at each other, holding onto their escrima sticks and bo staff.

Flag, despite his guns, didn’t see one of the zombie-like monsters that had grabbed him from behind. It started tearing at its face, claws sharper than a cat’s. Robin and Nightwing went over to get it off him, but it was too late.

Rick Flag’s mask had fallen off.

He stared at the two, with his eyes glowing red and bloodshot from how he was desperately trying to hold his breath. He started clutching at his throat, and his mouth looked like it was about to blow up.

Flag couldn’t handle it. He gasped for air.

Then he turned into one of them. Right in front of their eyes. Nightwing gripped on his escrima sticks.

Then he slammed it against Flag’s head, destroying what was left of his skull. The guilt started to eat him away, but Red Hood was right. He wasn’t human anymore.

“Come on,” Robin said.

Then they attacked everything that came their way. They had to go into the dome. Find the Squad. Hope for the best. But the creatures were running out of the doors like they were in need of air. Hundreds of them in a stampede going out into the field. The trees had cleared, blown off from the explosion. Everything was barren and had fallen under a thick red cloud of his fucking toxin.

Red Hood managed to run all the way to the center. He shot one that had wrestled Nightwing to the ground before he slid down the pit, hands and legs outstretched, and even then, he continued to fire. He reloaded his guns and started firing at the ones going out of the dome.

----

They couldn’t possibly take them all.

So as the Squad rushed down the hallways, out into the first level where it had gone complete barren and destroyed, El Diablo continued to shoot his flames from his hands at all the incoming creatures.

Finally, they reached the door and they all raced outside.

Frost barred the door with her ice, as much as she could, and the monsters were pounding themselves against it with their own bodies and heads. The Bullet, facing behind them, fired at the incoming creatures that must have been the reinforcements waiting to be called. Fuck, there were a lot of them.

Killer Frost couldn’t handle it and the creatures had broken her wall of ice. Unnatural strength. One of the side effects of the toxin. Harley screamed her battle cry and started swinging her mallet around. El Diablo with his flames. And Captain Boomerang with, well, his boomerang.

The Bullet, with her machine gun, fired at ten of the creatures in under a second. She flew in the air. She dodged their incoming attacks. She fired directly at their heads and took out more of them than anyone else with a gun. She fired relentlessly until their heads were blown off, their bodies exploding onto the floor.

She climbed on top of a nearby truck, dropped her carbine, then used her wrist gun and pistol to fire at everything that moved.

“WOOHOO! GO NEW GIRL!” Harley screamed. The Bullet smiled, then went on with her alternating shots until she’d taken down dozens of them.

Everything that moved. Everything that moved. Everything that-

A red hood. Red visor. Gray jacket. And a red bat symbol on his chest.

Oh God.

The asshole.

“Jason!!!”

Red Hood turned around.

A wave that had crashed on the shore, violent and forceful, a wave that tore through everything in its way. Every tree. Every bush. Every doubting thought. The Bullet jumped off the truck, ignored the sting up her knees. She ran to him. She ran to him so fast that two of the monsters smashed into each other when they were going after her. Red Hood recognized her and dropped everything he had on him and sprinted to her way.

The wave was there. A crashing, powerful wave. When they landed in each other’s arms so painfully tight she could have almost fallen over if she hadn’t already clung to him with all her might. All that was left of it.

Yes.

Yes…

Everything lit up. Everything was here again. He was everything. He will always be everything.

It was a miracle they lived through it. Red Hood, with his arms shaking as much as the ground was, buried himself into her and didn’t let go until they heard the world calling out to them, demanding that they give them their attention back. But even then, they held on. Not when they thought it could have been the last. Not after they’ve just been apart. Jason pulled away, raised his visor so she could look into his eyes. He wore a filter mask underneath. And if he could see her smile right then, she was sure he was grinning his face off as well. She could tell with the way his beautiful eyes crinkled up.

“I fucking love the suit-“

Then she held out her arm and shot one of the monsters coming for them.

“We should move.”

“Yeah.”

Side by side, having each other’s backs. She knew something felt wrong fighting with the squad. No, she didn’t belong there. She never fought as well as she possibly could when she was with her partner. Now the Bullet and Red Hood, they fired and shot at everything that came their way.

“Throw me!” She screamed at Red Hood. She run up to him, and he grabbed her legs. Red Hood flung her up at the air and she fired relentlessly at twenty creatures hidden behind the truck. She got to the ground.

Then the fucking Batwing flew in and started firing.

“Woah!” The Bullet yelled.

“How cool is our butler!?”

The monsters started running towards the Batwing, and their attentions were slowly taken away from Red Hood and Bullet. Alfred had them covered.

“We have to get that bomb off you.”

“Where’s Flag? He’ll blow up the bomb if he sees me-“

“He’s dead. He can't blow it up. But we still need to get that off of you before Waller does it herself-”

The Cloudburst dome exploded once again, this time a thicker cloud of smoke blew out of it like a bomb. They held onto the ground, eyes shut. Red Hood grabbed onto her and she swore by her life that she was never going to let go.

When it subsided, they stood back up. “Come on.”

The Bullet stared at him dumbfounded, then the Red Hood grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the back where they could find Nightwing.

“Dick!!!”

Nightwing saw them, slammed his sticks into the creature’s guts, then ran towards them.

“I found a chair at the back. She needs to sit down.”

They moved fast. Waller will find out Flag is dead and detonate all their bombs before they’ll have a chance at escaping.

So they put her into a chair, and she gripped onto the arm rests. The Bullet watched Red Hood give Nightwing a pen-shaped device that had a needle on its end. She swallowed. “Hey, hey…” Red Hood leaned in and held her face. “You're gonna be okay… Scream if you have to… It won't take too long.”

She wished she could see his face. It was the only way she could ever be comforted. But his touch was enough. She held his hand, squeezed it, then Nightwing held her neck.

“Ready.”

Alfred kept firing at all the creatures coming after them. They had a few good minutes.

Y/N screamed out into the air as the needle went into the back of her neck and electrified that one spot by her spine. She gripped onto the wood. She forced her eyes shut. She never felt so much pain from being tased down but with it came the relief feeling that bomb actually stop beeping in the inside of her flesh. The shocks were excruciatingly painful, and it made every agonizing second pass by as long as a minute would have taken. Red Hood turned his head away before the look on her face broke his heart even more.

But the moment it stopped, with her body up in light smokes, she felt everything inside her calm.

It was gone. The bomb was gone. She could actually feel it. Red Hood grabbed her and pulled her to a hug immediately.

“You're safe now…”

“I love you.”

“I love you…”

Robin suddenly jumped at them and took out three incoming creatures with his staff. “Come on guys, Alfred can't handle all this by himself!”

Nightwing. Robin. Red Hood. Bullet.

Like they were all made to fight by each other’s side.

Nightwing smashed his weapons against a monster’s head, threw its body up in the air with his knee, then the Bullet fired at it with her wrist gun all the way down to the ground. He helped her up, gain higher ground, then she fought at Nightwing’s side when he took out the ones coming for her back. Robin, with his bo staff, slammed one right at the gut and let it fly through the air until Red Hood slammed its torso with his elbow, before shooting it in the head.

Red Hood shot three with his pistols, but one of them grabbed him by the head. And man, was it inhumanely strong. Nightwing slammed his stick right through its skull, just inches away from Red Hood’s head. Red Hood elbowed it away, then shot it. The Bullet kept covering them, now with her machine gun. She fired at one going after Robin, at another that had Nightwing in a headlock, and another two that were about to surround Red Hood.

So many were coming to surround her. And as the boys fought them off, she fired at them relentlessly with her gun. She jumped to the ground and fired at them with her wrist gun.

The Batwing was above them, swerving around as it took out everything that stood their way.

The Bullet looked back out at the pit, where the squad was. “We have to help them!” she said.

“What?!” Red Hood screamed. “Are you insane?”

“They just want to live! We all want this nightmare to end! You can go back to being enemies after we’ve saved the world!”

The world. Of course. By now the gas should have dispersed out of the state. They had to move.

The Bullet shot off a creature coming for Harley. And another coming for Boomerang. The man was barely holding up. El Diablo, now a raging monster completely made of fire, tore through everything in its way and burnt down all the monsters to a bloody crisp. Frost was still holding up, doing whatever she could with her ice. And the look on her face when Nightwing came along and hit one of them in the head before it could grab her, she couldn’t describe it.

And it was that way for hours on end. The creatures kept on coming. The fires started raging. The Batwing had landed on the ground but kept its bullets spewing out of its guns in a frenzied attack against the hundreds that were still around them.

But somehow, the dome acted as some sort of beacon. Because there were more incoming. From far away. She had no idea if they were still Scarecrow’s men or if they were people from the countryside that weren’t so lucky…

As far as everybody knew, they were dead.

And they were all going after the dome like flies surrounding a light.

Frost had them in a block of ice, then Diablo fried them up like fish. Harley kept with her hammer and almost hit Nightwing in the head. “Harley!”

“Sorry, handsome! Kinda got used to aiming for your pretty head!”

Jason, standing with his back right up against the Y/N’s side. They shot at the creatures with their guns not knowing if their ammo was going to take it.

“Y/N! You think we’re gonna make this!?”

She shot down a foot, an arm, then eventually a head. Y/N screamed. “It’s not looking good but I sure fucking hope so!”

Red Hood grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, firing at one she didn’t see. Y/N got a circular lid off one of the manholes and flung it into three bodies.

“Y/N! MARRY ME!!!”

She could have been grabbed by the head if she didn’t hear it coming from behind. She held out her wrist gun and fired directly behind her.

“I THINK I’VE ALREADY ANSWERED THAT QUESTION!!!”

Y/N used Jason’s body to haul herself up, swinging her leg in a circle around her before she shot all of them on the ground. Jason grabbed a creature’s head with his bare hands and squished it into its bloody bits.

“NO. I MEAN MARRY ME. RIGHT NOW!!!!”

“WHAT?!”

Almost losing her arm, she slammed her fist against its head, throwing it to the grass and slamming her boot onto its face. Jason kept firing with his two guns, faster than he ever could have fired.

“IF WE’RE GONNA DIE, WE’RE DYING TOGETHER!!”

“WHAT?!?!”

Jason grabbed her arms, flung her around him so she could repeatedly kick them down before they got anywhere near them. She fired her wrist gun and cursed when she almost missed. He started handling them by hand, punching, swerving, kicking them down with his awfully strong thighs.

“YOU EVER SEEN PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!?” He smashed drove his gun into a skull and kicked him off. “THE THIRD ONE???”

“JASON, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!??”

Y/N pressed her back against Jason, and they didn’t stop firing.

“THEY GOT MARRIED IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT. IT WAS FUCKING EPIC.”

“WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE-“

“EXACTLY MY POINT. I WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS WITH YOU AS MY WIFE. DEAD OR ALIVE. I DON’T WANNA WASTE ANYMORE TIME.”

She leapt up in a backflip over Jason and they switched places.

“THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF WALLER COULDN’T LEGALLY FORCE ME TO TESTIFY AGAINST YOU. I’M NOT ABOUT TO LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN. IF ANYONE WANTS TO KEEP US APART, THEY’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE FUCKING LAW!”

“JASON, YOU'RE INSANE!!!”

Five down in a single shot. Y/N kicked them down, grabbed her grappling gun, then shot it at a crate to haul it over to the monsters incoming. Jason went through the whole row of creatures climbing down the pit, and when he had the slightest window, he raised his visor.

“IS THAT A YES?!”

Y/N faced him. and Jason faced her.

It wasn’t even a fucking question. The beautiful asshole.

“YES!”

As they kept firing, Jason pressed on his communicator. “ALFRED!!!”

He tossed Y/N a communicator so they’d both be able to hear him. The butler was still in the batwing, needless to say still firing at all the monsters that have made a mountain coming after it hovering in the air.

“Yes, sir?”

“YOU STILL AN ORDAINED MINISTER?!”

He could hear Alfred sound confused.

“I do believe that is a lifelong thing-“

“MARRY US. RIGHT NOW!!!”

Alfred took out a bazooka gun on the Batwing, a new one no doubt. He didn’t remember Bruce having that when he was still alive, then stook out a crowd of twenty coming after him.

“I’m afraid I’m rather busy at the moment, Master Jason.”

“THEN MAKE IT QUICK. PLEASE, MARRY US!”

“TIM, YOU HEARING THIS?” Dick cried out into the comms. Everyone could hear it.

“I KNOW. IT’S FUCKING ROMANTIC.”

Alfred kept his calm. Then they heard a sigh.

“Alright. Do try not to get yourselves killed, Master Jason.”

“CAN DO!”

Y/N grabbed Jason’s arm, held onto him as tightly as she could, then they turned to meet each other’s eyes. Not after shooting a zombie coming for his back.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today…” Alfred fired another bazooka at the crowd. “To join this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony.”

Her wrist gun on a frenzy, she shot at the surrounding monsters and helped Jason kick one down with his knee. They stuck to each other’s backs, firing with their pistols.

“Jason Todd, Red Hood, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Jason’s pistol ran out of ammo, so Y/N threw him a magazine.

“I DO!!!”

She grabbed him, hurled him to the side so they’d switch places, then she started firing at a gun powder barrel she found and it immediately exploded.

“Y/FN Y/LN, Deadsh-“

“THE BULLET! I’M THE BULLET!”

Jason smiled at her with his eyes.

“Ah yes, I do apologize. Y/FN Y/LN, the Bullet, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Alfred fired at the creatures coming up to her just as she spoke. “I DO!”

Endless bullets, flying out of their hands, they fired at everything that came their way, protecting each other, shielding each other from harm’s way.

Alfred cleared his throat.

“Then with the power vested in me by the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

“DICK, COVER US!”

“I GOT YOU!” Dick screamed.

“You may now kiss the bride…”

Before they’d die. Before it all ends.

They only had a minute before their lungs would give out.

So they ran into each other’s arms, taking off their masks and held their breaths to the best capacity.

Jason grabbed Y/N’s face, pulling her to his lips. Then an explosion happened in the far-off distance that blew off almost everything around them in the air. All except them.

They were one. They were together. Forever. She was his. And he was hers. For as long as they both shall live.

“IS THIS A FUCKIN’ WEDDING?!” Boomerang screamed.

Harley smashed her hammer. “I LOVE WEDDINGS!!!”

Jason leaned down and kissed her despite his chest starting to twist. She grabbed the back of his neck, pushed him back as well. Never has a kiss been more powerful, more meaningful. As far as they knew, they were alone. They were themselves. They were together. And nothing, not even the world, was ever going to pull them apart ever again.

From their first kiss in the meeting room, to the one at the Batcave, to the kiss in her quarters that one rainy night, to the kiss they shared up on that bridge. Everything had boiled down to now. Finally. Finally.

They were fucking married.

They pulled away, stared at each other, and finally they could see the largest smiles on their faces. The places the masks back on and gasped to breathe.

“Shall we?”

“We shall…”

Not a lot more to cover. The fucking monsters were finally starting to run out. And they moved in a dance only they knew. On each other’s side. Never leaving.

They shot, kicked, slammed, tore through the lifeless bodies coming after them and she cried out as another bomb exploded that she threw from her hand. She fought with her fucking husband and man, did it sound like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Nightwing and Robin came up to them.

“CONGRATULATIONS!!!” they both screamed.

“THANK YOU!”

Then Y/N handed them both guns and they started firing at the creatures.

It worked so well.

Finally.

Twenty left. Then there were fifteen. Then another ten died.

Finally.

Gone. All of the monsters. Wiped out.

The Squad was intact. Thankfully, they smiled at the Bullet and they all gathered to the center.

“I can't believe this,” Nightwing said. “But thank you for having our backs.”

“Don’t get used to it, pretty boy, when we wake up tomorrow mornin’ I’m back to slicing your head off with a-“

“Okay,” Red Hood stopped them. “Now we have to figure out a way to stop this.” He pointed up at the beacon.

“Hood,” the Bullet gulped.

“Yes, wife?”

A few of them groaned at that. Red Hood ignored them.

But the Bullet, Y/N, she didn’t look to happy.

She was staring right up at the top of the pit, shivering.

Everyone looked back to what she was looking at.

No.

No…

It wasn’t possible.

Hundreds more. Hundreds of the creatures. From all over the city. Ones with long, blonde hair. Ones that were as tiny as a small child.

It had reached civilization.

No. they couldn’t possibly handle all of them.

Robin looked at Nightwing, whose look on his eyes definitely lost that glimmering enthusiasm that sparked the hope they needed to go on.

And Red Hood.

Well, he made the right choice marrying her.

Jason held Y/N’s hand, and she took it so tightly between her fingers.

The look on their eyes, watching each other, memorizing the looks on their eyes before they go on to their inevitable deaths.

They couldn’t even see each other’s faces.

Harley slumped to the ground. “Well, this is it, ladies and gents.”

Frost screamed in frustration, releasing a large block of ice and slamming it onto the pit.

The monsters had surrounded them now. All in a complete circle. Trapping them.

And they took their time watching them squirm like worms in a tank full of fish.

This is how they die.

Y/N tightened her grip on Jason’s hand when one of the monsters roared and they all started crawling down to the dome.

“T-Tim?”

Their communicators. It sounded like Barbara.

“Yeah?”

“I hope you weren’t saving that favor for anything special,” Oracle said.

“Favor?”

“You know. That favor with Bruce’s friends…”

“What do you mea-“

Like a lightning bolt striking a tree, their eyes shot up at the brightest flash of light.

A golden, glimmering lasso, coming down from something they hadn’t seen flying in the air. The lasso grabbed onto five of the incoming beings and hauled them up.

Y/N’s never seen her up close.

But goddamn, she was nothing like the pictures.

Wonder Woman slammed against the ground on her knee and her balled up fist, letting the soil ripple at her impact. She didn’t have on a mask, but it barely wrinkled her nose. Her striking beauty was made even more obvious when she smirked up at the four, standing up, then took out her shield and sword from her back. She winked at them.

The four were too dumbfounded to move. As victims exhausted or as fanboys and fangirls watching it all unfold right in front of their eyes. Boom tubes coming from different parts in the air, and out of those circles came the heroes they’ve looked up to their whole lives.

Superman tore through a whole row of that were crawling after them with his powerful laser vision, flying through the sky faster than any of Y/N’s bullets could speed through. He grabbed one by the head, flew up to the sky, then threw it against the ground so hard that dozens of others blew up along with it.

Green Lantern made his own machine gun with his ring. He fired at everything that came close to the dome.

The Flash couldn’t even be seen. All they could see was a buzzing red light, powering all around them in circles and taking down everything that was in his path.

Green Arrow started raining down more than five arrows at a time. Ones from above. Ones from the ground. Black Canary ran up from behind them and let out that famous ear-piercing scream that took out everything that was in front of her. Even the grass.

Aquaman came up with his trident, and with Mera following behind, she let a stream of water pierce through the air like shards and a fucking shark was in it eating the heads of everything the water passed through.

Hawkgirl held her mace up in front of her and let her wings force her through the hundreds in the crowd, smashing their brains out with a single hit.

Shazam slammed on the ground, with sparks coming out of his body, then he screamed at the sky and let the biggest lightning bolt they’ve ever seen clear out a whole patch of the land the beings were standing on.

Martian Manhunter transformed into his true alien form then grabbed the monsters with his bare hands, threw them out of the way, and stomped on them with his feet. Or what looked like feet.

Cyborg. Supergirl. Zatanna. Doctor Fate. Huntress. Hawkman. Vixen. The Atom.

They were all here.

They were all going to live.

The fucking Justice League had come to save them.

Never have they seen them all in action. To them, it might have just been another day. But to them? To Batman’s wards. It was everything they ever wished to become.

It was the best, most beautiful thing they could possibly see their whole lives.

Bruce. How much he would have loved this.

Then the ground started to shake once again. The Cloudburst. It let out another load of the toxin.

They had to destroy it now.

Alfred hovered the Batwing above them and opened up the entry way. He waved his hands for them to come in. Robin, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Bullet ran into the Batwing and took their masks off.

“We can't just run off.”

“We have to go help them.”

“Actually,” Alfred said. “I’ve taken instruction from Ms. Prince.”

“She wanted us to leave?”

“No.” Alfred lead them to the windows and the looked out.

Superman, Green Lantern, Cyborg, and Supergirl were all facing the top of the dome, firing their lasers at the concentrated spot at the center. The heart of the Cloudburst. The whole building had gone up in flames, but it continued to fire up in the toxin.

“The Batwing has one more rocket bomb in its ammunition. When the League has the Cloudburst’s core exposed, we only have one shot at firing right at its center, destroying the Cloudburst for good.”

“I’ll do it,” Dick said.

“No I will!” Tim cried.

“Who said it was your turn!?”

“Who said it was yours?!”

“This isn’t a fucking argument, this is the world’s fate in our hands!”

“Exactly, which means I get to fire the Batwing.”

“Well, who exactly has the best aim in this fucking ship-“

Every pair of eyes stopped wandering around. Then they turned to the woman they called the Bullet.

No.

Fucking no.

“I can't-“

“Y/N-“

“Jason, I can't do this-“

“You can.”

“I don’t trust myself-“

“You never miss-“

“Jason.”

She grabbed his hands that were holding her face, finally she could look up at his eyes and see his lips in a smile.

“The last time I handled a tank, it was the Cloudburst… and I missed.”

“It doesn’t matter. That wasn’t your fault. You have no idea how sorry I am for being upset at that, but I know you can do this. Besides, this isn’t a tank. This is the fucking Batwing.”

“Jay…”

“Please. You're the only one who can do this.”

“I’ve never handled anything like this before.”

“You. Can. Do this.”

Looking up at Jason’s eyes, she saw just how much hope he had for her. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

“Man, is he dramatic today,” Tim said.

“Shut up, they just got married.”

When Jason pulled away, the heaviness in Y/N’s chest had slowly started to fade.

Yeah. He was right.

Her husband was right.

She does have the best aim in the room.

Alfred gestured for her to take the seat at the cockpit.  And with Jason holding her hand, leading her to the front, she slowly took the front seat.

Everything was at her control. It didn’t look too intimidating. She pressed onto the buttons and breathed in. Really breathed in.

Breathe. Breathe.

Jason stood back, but not without squeezing her shoulder.

Breathe.

She opened her eyes.

Flying the Batwing over to the top of the dome, right alongside Superman and Supergirl with their lasers still pointing at the center. It won't be long now.

Everything looked brighter. Everything felt hotter. The center of the Cloudburst, at the dome that was once its protective shield.

Irony. She always thought it was what’s going to get her.

Driving the Cloudburst, using it to take down the Batmobile.

Now she was driving the Batwing to take down the Cloudburst.

Yes. Irony certainly did come out to bite her.

But it was in the fucking best way possible.

Doctor Fate and Zatanna had joined in and fired their magical beams at the same spot at the center. Slowly, after each second that passed, she could see its shield slowly start to fade away. A ball around the glass tank of the toxin collapsed. And finally, it was seconds away from its very heart exposed.

Breathe.

The Bullet turned on her optics.

Further. Closer. Brighter.

NOW.

The rocket shot through the Batwing’s bazooka and it came flying out into the air. She waited for that half a millisecond watching it fall to the very spot she aimed at.

Everyone flew out of the sky before it landed on the Cloudburst.

Then the entire dome exploded like a massive nuclear bomb tearing out into the sky with its violently flying debris. The Justice League and the Suicide Squad had cleared out, and with the explosion it took away all the remaining nightmare creatures, dissolving them into the air as nothing but ash.

Everything was loud. Everything was bright. They shielded their eyes away before it blinded them and hid as the dome continued to explode.

They were so high up in the air that they could see the stars up in space despite it already the morning.

And as the bombing sounds had faded…

So did the toxin.

The once red cloud that had covered the sky had dwindled away to its natural white. Everything fell down in beautiful pink ashes. The same ones from when Ivy destroyed the first Cloudburst. They looked up at the sky, and with tears down their faces, everyone leapt in joy and cheered when everything looked as peaceful as it once was.

On the ground where the dome used to be, a crater of soil was left behind. No more creatures. No more darkness. No more Scarecrow.

Everyone took off their domino masks and visors. Dick took Tim and they screamed in happiness, jumped in the air, hugged each other until it hurt like girls at a sleepover. They took Alfred in as well and gave him the biggest bear hug there was.

“DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT, BABE!?” Tim said into his comms.

Babs was just as ecstatic as they were. “I’M SO PROUD OF ALL OF YOU!!”

“WE FUCKING SAVED THE WORLD!!!” Dick leapt for joy.

“I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA DIE OUT THERE.”

“I KNOW. THEN FUCKING WONDER WOMAN CAME IN AND DESTROYED EVERYTHING I MEAN HOW CAN ANYONE GET AS AWESOME AS THAT?!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE,” Tim screamed. “IT’S LIKE YOU SAW HER AT FUCKING COMIC CON.”

“ALFRED.” They pulled him in. “TELL ME. DID BRUCE EVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN HIS LIFE?!”

“Well, other than the ten times he’s defeated Darkseid over at outer space, no I don’t think he has.”

“ WE STILL WIN. WE FUCKING DID IT!!!”

“JASON, DID YOU SEE IT WHEN GREEN LANTER- Jason?!”

They looked around. Jason hadn’t joined them in their little celebration.

Jason and Y/N were over at the back, kissing for what seemed to have been the last ten minutes and completely ignoring everything that went on around them. She was holding his face, and he was hugging her waist. Didn’t even stop when Tim cleared his throat.

Dick, on the other hand, had went up to one of the compartments and had grabbed a bottle of champagne they had stored there for purposes like this.

“Can't believe we almost forgot. CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEWLYWEDS !!!”

Everyone in the Batwing clapped for joy and the couple finally stopped kissing, turning their heads over to smile at them.

“THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION!”

“CHAMPAGNE FOR EVERYONE.”

Jason thumbed her cheek. “You alright with our reception being held in the Batwing?”

Y/N shrugged. “I mean, I wanted to book a caterer, but-“

Jason pulled her face again and kissed her with their hearts light and their spirits so high up in the sky.

A future. She could see it. It was all flashing in front of her eyes now.

Finally, something good had happened out of the series of darkness.

They drank, cheered, partied in the Batwing while it went in a really slow autopilot on its way back to the cave. They hung out like any group of friends would have. Like any family would have.

Jason held her hand the whole time. And Y/N held it even tighter.

This was the end. And it was beautiful, peaceful, promising.

And above all else, it was fucking epic.

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EPILOGUE

As if the world hadn’t already stopped surprising them, they continued to go through that very same day bringing them almost to the brink of a heart attack.

When the grounds to the Batcave descended, when the Batwing parked itself in its spot, when its entryway folded down for them all to walk down to, everyone was still in their high, laughing, skipping when they walked down the ramp and out into the walkway.

“Babs!”

Barbara wheeled right towards them and Tim held her in his arms, pulling her up to his level so he could carry her. They all cheered.

“I can't believe you thought of calling the League!”

Babs laughed. “Obviously, you needed help.”

Everyone started talking at the same time, each of them telling Babs one side of the story and how it happened. Explaining in detail how Wonder Woman did this and how Aquaman did that. Even Y/N was so excited she couldn’t stop talking about how Green Arrow’s aim was something she’d admired for so long. A bubble of noise, happy noise. Kids being together.

Like no time even passed. They continued on and on about everything that happened.

Then Jason looked behind at the computers. He stopped talking. His smile faded away. His heart stopped. His whole body stopped.

Everyone saw the look on his face and turned to look at what he was seeing.

At first, he looked just about as regular as any tall man.

And if you hadn’t been expecting it, like practically everyone in the room didn’t, no one would believe it at first glance.

Black shirt. Basic jeans. A jacket over his shoulders. Hair so long it had gone down to his neck pushed back.

But it was him. So undeniably him.

“Oh my god…” Babs whispered.

Bruce Wayne smiled at all their faces. Jaws on the ground. Eyes so incredibly wideset. He didn’t look the least bit bothered.

He walked on over closer to them, hands in his pockets. He stood a few yards away so as to not startle them.

His children.

“Dick…” he greeted.

The eldest choked on his breath. “Bruce…”

Bruce looked over at the girl with fiery red hair.

“Barbara…”

“Oh. My. God.”

Bruce grinned, then he looked over at the man beside her.

“Tim…”

“You're alive…” Tim breathed.

Then when Bruce met Jason’s eyes, everyone parted to give him his way. Bruce started walking towards him, and Jason swallowed on his tongue.

He hadn’t prepared for this.

Not by a long shot.

He thought he was never, ever going to see him again.

He never thought he’d have the chance to make things right.

And now, he did.

Bruce stood in front of Jason.

“Welcome back…” Bruce said. “My son…”

Jason pulled him into a hug, much to Bruce’s surprise. Much to everyone’s surprise.

But he wanted to skip all the thinking and the doubts and the holding back to everything he’s ever wanted to say to him.

Jason forgave him. Already after two years. And it meant so much that Bruce had forgiven him too.

Bruce hugged him back.

Bruce never hugs anyone back.

But he patted Jason’s shoulder and held him as tightly as any father could possibly hold his son. Jason was crying. Hell, everyone in the room was crying. Even Alfred was shedding a tear. Everyone watched on as they fell into each other’s embrace longer than they’ve had with anyone else.

Eventually, Bruce had to pull away.

“I’m so sorry…” Jason cried.

Bruce held his shoulders.

“Jason…” he said. “You have no idea how proud I am of you…”

Jason realized he’s never heard those words before.

He hugged him again, just because he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Y/N dried her tears with her shirt and met Jason’s eyes from over Bruce’s shoulder.

“Bruce…” Jason pulled away. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Y/N stood straight up. She dusted off her suit. She straightened her neck.

“This is Y/N,” Jason said with his hand on her back. She stretched out her hand, and Bruce took it.

“I’ve heard of you. Your girlfriend-“

“Wife.”

Her smile was so beautiful when he said it.

“My wife.”

Bruce shot up his eyebrows. “I see. Well, it would have been better if we had a talk-“

“Don’t. Do that.”

“I’m kidding,” Bruce laughed.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Such a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Y/N… I know who you are and who you were…”

“Bruce…”

He nodded at Dick.

“You were the Commander of the militia army. You were Deadshot. You took over your uncle’s old jobs.”

“Bruce, you don’t have to-“

He didn’t even look at Jason’s direction.

“And you drove the Batwing today…”

Y/N was scared shitless shivering on her own two feet. It wasn’t because she was talking to Batman, someone she almost had killed. It was because she was talking to her freaking father in law.

Jason swallowed.

“And I also happen to know… that you worked with my sons like a perfectly trained team and singlehandedly saved thousands of lives…”

Everyone’s eyes lit up. Especially hers.

“What do we call you now?”

“The Bullet,” she swallowed. “I’m the Bullet.”

“Well, Y/N,” he smiled. “The Bullet.”

Then he stretched out his hand.

“Welcome to the family.”

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[suicide-squad-imagines-blog]

Imagine...

Telling the squad that you love them for the first time. {part one}

Note - We know we have a lot of “part ones” but we’re getting to the other parts! Sugary and I finish each other’s parts, like a team. Plus we live in different time zones so it’s kind of hard. We��ll hop to it soon! <3 

Floyd Lawton: 

he freezes for a moment 

because he doesn’t really know how to react? 

it’s not everyday a hitman gets the chance the love

let alone think about love 

sure, in prison, he has plenty of time 

but we all know he’s not thinking abt it lol

c’mon, it’s floyd

the guy who doesn’t believe in love 

it’s sort of like that second time in the movie zoe tells floyd she loves him

he’s very hesitant to say but eventually the confirmation pops out

he loves you too

before this you two were “casually dating” 

you let people find out themselves 

plus you both don’t really do pda 

but if someone asked you would tell them you were taken by him {vice versa for floyd} 

so yeah. now he might actually “casually” announce it

Chato Santana: 

this boi right here 

he melts 

like lava lmao 

......................i’ll go home 

anyway 

it’s been a long time, he hasn’t the words in forever 

it’s just like floyd, he hesitates but not because he’s afraid to commit again 

but because he doesn’t want to hurt someone he loves again 

eventually, he hugs you, he kisses you 

and he says it right back 

he’s crying but he wipes it all away 

right after he says the three magic words, he says thank you 

he never knew someone -- especially someone as special as you - would love him 

Harley Quinn: 

she immediately returns the affection with a ‘i love you too, puddin’!” 

it’s obvious harley would want your love 

she’s really possessive and clingy

after a few days of the confession {that she claims she predicted} 

she’s literally on ur arms all day 

even during missions 

‘harley please’

‘we can fight together’

‘that’s my dominant hand’ 

‘shh, puddin’.’

meh, anyway, she loves you, obviously. 

no escaping now, puddin’. 

Waylon Jones: 

he’s ,,, not used to the words 

he doesn’t recall anyone saying it ,, ever 

so it sort of hits him like a brick

or whatever can paralyze the dude,,

taser?? eh

he doesn’t say them back -- he’s more action than words 

sure, his words are powerful, but he’s never heard the words directed toward him before and he’s never really said the word “love” 

he hugs you

it’s awkward and really hard,,, thanks to his chest

but it was the meaning behind it! 

he didn’t deny you so he clearly cares for you as well 

in a romantic sense, anyway 

you two don’t really announce it, but everyone finds out quickly anyway 

enjoy <3