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Midway City: Rules are Made for Breaking

Inclusion of my OC Suzanna Walker AKA Fade into the Suicide Squad. She is a former colleague of Rick Flag, a childhood friend of Harley Quinn, a former member of the Joker's gang after his escape from Arkham and Harley’s transformation and now a member of the Task Force X team. She will also be getting up close and very personal with our favourite Aussie, Captain Boomerang.

Description

After the events of the 2016 movie what comes next for Fade

Midway City Part 4 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times.Spoilers!... and finally SMUT

Word Count: 6603

“Rise and shine!”

Fade groaned, the noise muffled by her face pressing tightly against the thin mattress of her cot, her one slightly pathetic and stained pillow clamped over her head. It was a vain attempt to block out the steady stream of deafening obscenities spewing from next cell block over without much luck.

Removing her head from under the pillow, her dishevelled hair falling across her face she stared bleary eyed across the room, attempting to discern the source of the voice that had spoken.

A clearly amused Rick stood in the open doorway to her cell, the guards hadn’t bothered to lock it since they’d returned from midway, no point when she could just walk through it any time she liked.

With a deep aggravated sigh of the sleep deprived, Fade rolled over onto her back and swung her legs out to meet the dirty concrete floor with her bare feet, hands reaching up to rub her eyes tiredly as she responded.

“You’re back here quick, world gone to shit already? It’s only been a week”

Rick shrugged and offered a sigh that told her he was no happier about his quick return than she was, no doubt he’d hoped to spend more time with June now she’d been de-witched, courtesy of the Squad.

“World’s always in the shit, but the Squads not being assembled if that’s what you meant. Just a situation here to be dealt with” Rick muttered.

Fade chuckled in response, looking up to his face an amused smirk across her own “You mean Harley’s escape?”

Rick shifted to lean against the door frame, a grumpy look on his face though he eyed her thoughtfully “So you do know about that then? I had wondered”

Fade stretched making all the vertebrae along her back pop with a small wince of relief “I mean that was quite the bang, you think anyone doesn’t know about it?”

He conceded the point with a nod of his head and a thinning of his lips, cocking his head he paused to listen to the jabbering from the next cell block “That Boomerang?” he asked unnecessarily. The man was so loud you could instantly tell it was the Aussie from the accent, and the vibrantly colourful language.

Fade nodded, slumping back against the wall with a yawn “Yeah, he’s been raging since they brought us back and tossed him in solitary”

Rick arched a single eyebrow “That was a week ago”

“I’m well aware” Fade bit out testily “We’re the ones that have been sat here listening to him carrying on”

“He needs to calm down” Rick mused with a shake of his head “It was a mistake to square up to Waller like that”

“You think?” She responded with a snort of derision “Some people just don’t take to captivity that well”

Pulling himself upright again he jerked his head back towards the cellblock through the open door “Walk with me”

“Is that allowed?” Fade teased with another smirk and a raised eyebrow, though she nonetheless rose and slipped her feet into the ugly black crocs that were part of their delightful uniform.

Rick grinned, they both knew full well she could and did just get up and wander around wherever she pleased never mind getting permission “I’m allowing it” he stated unnecessarily.

Shuffling after the soldier with a chuckle, they walked in silence down corridor after corridor until they finally made their way out into the sunshine, Fade blinking back the sting from the harsh light.

Looking around her she realised they were in one of the smaller unused yards, though there had been some additions since she’d last wandered through here. Most notable was the dark green camouflage covered structure in the corner, containing a couple of chairs and a desk of some sort, looking rather like a temporary command tent. Sparing a glance for the rest of the yard she noted the new yet rusty, as all things were in this humidity, basketball hoop set up against the wall, a few weight benches, and some tiered seating across from where they stood, opposite the tent.

“What’s all this Flag?” she murmured, not sure why she was here.

“This is now your exercise yard, just for the task force” Rick announced arms wide as he indicated the new equipment.

Fade scoffed “We prefer Suicide Squad to that task force bullshit. How’d you get Waller to agree anyway?” correctly deducing that it would have been Rick’s idea. After the Squad stepped up and protected him, the city and saved June he’d softened towards them somewhat. He hadn’t forgotten that each one of them were dangerous criminals, nor was he stupid enough to believe he could trust them. He now simply recognised they were people and was treating them as such, Waller would have been content to shut them in solitary and throw away the key until they were needed. As a seasoned CO Rick knew having the squad interact with each other would build that comradery they’d all felt back in Midway, making the team more effective and he’d argued as such until she caved.

“I simply pointed out that a team functions better if they get to know one another a little. She came around after a little coaxing” he responded with a shrug, downplaying how hard he’d had to argue his case on this one.

Fade pursed her lips “So that’s why you’re back so soon, she wouldn’t allow it without your supervision I’m guessing?”

Rick snorted as she got right to the root of the problem “Spending Twenty-Four hours alone locked in a seven by eight concrete box would send anyone crazy and most of you lot are already questionable”

“Look at you Mr Boy Scout America going all soft on a bunch of scumbags” Fade smirked, but behind it she was genuinely pleased to see he was trying to do the right thing by the squad.

“Scumbags yes, but you’re my scumbags” He murmured, smirking at her as he added “Whether I like it or not”

She chuckled at that, turning her attention back to the yard at large asking, “So what’s the thinking we gonna have supervised playdates out here or something?”

Rick nodded thoughtfully “There’s an idea, maybe all he needs is a playmate”

“Who?” Fade frowned turning back to the smirking man at her side “Digger?” she asked eyebrows flying up as he nodded once “Where are you going with this Flag?” she challenged, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other during Midway” Rick clarified with an incline of his head and wiggle of his eyebrow “GQ said you looked a little flustered when you came out of that alleyway by the bar and then there was the fact he came back when he didn’t have to. I assume you had a little something to do with that”

Fade snorted, here was the Flag she remembered during her time under his command, nothing ever seemed to escape his notice “Think you’re giving me too much credit there”

Fixing him with a teasing look she scoffed “Oh I see how it is, one walk on the wild side with the witch and the boy scout badge goes out the window huh?”

Chuckling he nudged her shoulder with his own “You’re hardly one to talk, lusting after a murdering, foul mouthed thief”

Fade snickered “He’s easy enough on the eyes, and fairly entertaining but it hardly matters. Can’t do anything when we’re locked in here”

“Remind me, can’t you walk through walls?” Rick pointed out, dismissing her argument.

Fade snorted “Voyeurism isn’t my thing” pointing to the cameras around the yard as she spoke.

“Just an obstacle to overcome” Rick responded conversationally with a shrug.

The tone of his voice told her he was up to something, frowning she side eyed the man “Not one I could overcome by myself though is it”

“I noticed you didn’t request a privilege after the mission” Rick murmured changing the subject and leaving Fade confused.

Shrugging she made her way to the bench nearby, sinking down onto it and stretching out her legs in front of her “What was the point, just not being put back under was good enough for me”

“Yeah, well they can’t now anyway as it turns out” he responded, dropping down onto the bench next to her, piquing her curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“So that explosion was rather bigger than was really necessary” he explained, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his upturned face.

“Joker’s not known for being understated, go big or go home is probably somewhere on his tattooed hide” She snarked, irritated to be thinking about the man.

Looking round and opening his eyes at her tone Rick eyed her thoughtfully “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Fade glowered into the distance thinking of the last time she’d seen the acidic man before Midway “Joker and I have parted ways, you know that”

“Yeah, but you and Harley are still tight” Rick persisted.

Sighing deeply Fade ran a hand through her messy hair “Can’t always protect your friends from the dumb decisions they’re determined to make. Anyway, what’s this got to do with the explosion?”

Rick nodded remembering his original point “Oh yeah, so the device denoted right above some of the storage rooms downstairs and the roof caved in”

“So?” She muttered with an irritated frown, was he taking the scenic route to his point for a reason.

“It was the room they were keeping the neurotoxin in” he supplied with a small smile, waiting for her to catch on to what this meant which didn’t take long.

“So, it’s gone? All of it?” she whispered, not allowing herself to believe it until he said it himself

“All of it, except for the darts the guards already had made up but they seem to have been misplaced as it happens” he confirmed with a swift nod, a wide grin growing on her face “Nice!”

Her smiled dipped when Rick pointed out that it was possible to get more, they just needed to talk to the bat which left her frowning and confused “So why haven’t they?”

“Convinced them it wasn’t necessary” he shrugged still smiling.

“You did that?” she asked incredulous.

Slightly offended he frowned at her “I got some influence you know…” trailing off when Fade merely raised an eyebrow at him “Alright I convinced Lester not to record the loss, he owed me”

She twisted her body towards him curiously “What did you do?”

“Protected him against some people that would have otherwise hurt him” he smirked “Man likes to gamble with the wrong people”

Belatedly realising how this winding tangent had taken them quite far off course Fade attempted to steer him back “So what’s all this got to do with my lack of privilege request?”

Rick practically grinned at her now “I brought you something” reaching down to pick up the box she hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying he passed it over. Watching her reaction as she opened the lid and stared confused at its contents, her eyes lifting back to his after a long pause “It’s remote-control car” She intoned dully.

“Something to play with” he stated each word carefully with a smirk on his face, only serving to confuse her further “Gee Flag you shouldn’t have” she muttered without enthusiasm.

Chuckling at her response Rick got heavily to his feet and retrieved something from his pocket tossing it to her as he turned to walk away “Here’s the batteries, enjoy”

He was halfway across the yard before Fade realised that they were completely the wrong type of batteries for the toy based on the box. Exasperatedly she called after him, but he just shrugged “My bad” offered her a shit eating grin and strolled back inside without a backwards glance.

With a roll of her eyes Fade considered heading back inside but when no one appeared to usher her away she decided to remain outside in the peace and quiet, rather than to have listen to Digger carrying on for another minute. She felt bad for the guy she did, some people just didn’t cope well to being cooped up and he’d been on solitary confinement for a week. Not even allowed out for his meals after he pissed of Waller royally back at Midway. It was his own fault and the rest of them were more than suffering for it too but still she wished she could do something about it.

She’d considered going to see him more than once but whatever that flaming witch had done to her had left her flickering for days.

Abruptly she held her hands out in front of her, realising she hadn’t flickered once since she’d woken, experimentally she phased in and out fully in control of her powers for the first time in a week.

Gleefully she leapt to her feet grabbing up her new toy and making for the door, pausing only to snatch the battery pack from the floor where she’d dropped it in her haste, only to sit back down and inspect the pack more closely than she had before. Not only where they the wrong type of batteries they weren’t batteries at all.

Glancing up and around Fade noted the location of the camera’s, carefully angling her body so the pack was shielded from view but slowly so no one would suspect she was up to something. Ripping the pack open two objects tumbled into her open hand, turning them over slowly a small smile bloomed on her face when she recognised them.

The first object was no bigger than a lighter, and closely resembled one, a cylindrical metal tube with a button on top that she recognised to be a small electromagnet device that would disrupt electrical equipment in a localised area. She judged by the size of this one it would cover a ten-foot square area at most but that would more than cover the square footage of a Belle Reve cell.

The second object was a simply two strong magnets stuck together which left her frowning, unsure of what use they would this be and then it hit her. The cell doors were steel, a extra strong magnet would be more than enough to either pull the locking mechanism open or more importantly hold it closed.

Jumping to her feet she stowed the contraband in her jumpsuit pocket, snatched up her new toy and returned to her cell via her personal shortcut straight though the nearest wall.

***

“Come on love, please, lemme out” Digger shouted, practically wailing at the guard stood outside his cell. He’d tried to befriend the bitch purely because she was the only human being he’d seen for a week, but she wouldn’t even give him the time of day let alone her name. She was wilfully ignoring him now, he even thought he saw her put in earplugs not long before she slammed shut the viewing slot in his door. He was going out of his mind with boredom staring at the same four bare concrete walls day after day with no one to talk to and nothing to keep him occupied. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d kept him in here or how much longer they intended to keep him locked in. More than once he’d railed about how this wasn’t the way to treat someone that just saved the world and demanded to see Waller. It did no good though, no one came, dropping onto his cot with a heavy flump he leaned forward head in his hands, elbows supported on his knees with a loud groan. Which is why he didn’t notice the new arrival not that he wouldn’t expected anyone to step through the wall of his cell.

“I’ve had a weeklong headache thanks to you” Fade declared as she stepped through the wall an aggravated but amused expression on her face, resolidifying she leant back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“The fuck?” Digger yelped startled, flying up and off his cot he took two quick steps towards the door before he recognised his teammate and relaxed somewhat. Though he still clutched his hand to his chest over his heart with wide eyes dramatically “Jesus Christ Love! You tryin ta gimme a heart attack”

Fade rolled her eyes, but her smile widened despite his antics, it was good to see him “Firstly you don’t have a heart Digger so don’t make out you do, and secondly do you ever stop bellyaching?” she grumbled.

Calming Digger shrugged, ignoring the slight against him as if she hadn’t spoken, turning to look at the door and then back to her with a frown “How didya get in ere?”

She snorted sneering without any real bite “I can walk through walls, remember?”

He nodded like he had forgotten momentarily and then glared at her furiously “So why didnya make an appearance sooner then?” irritated that she’d left him alone when she could have made however long he’d been stuck in here more bearable.

“Only just stopped flickering after whatever that bitch did to me, didn’t want to get stuck in a wall” Fade explained with an ugly look on her face as she referenced the events of last week “Besides…” she smirked niggling him “Didn’t seem to be any point making trouble for myself, figured you’d eventually shut up” she rolled her eyes pointedly but only earned a scowled.

“Surprised ya decided I’m worth the trouble now” he spat glaring at her, becoming more incensed by the moment as she continued to smile serenely at him.

“Well…” she announced slipping off her crocs and dropping onto his cot crossing her legs underneath her “No one knows I’m here”

He snorted derisively and pointed to the camera above her head “We’re bein’ watched sweetheart, member?”

Answering him with a wide grin she glanced up and then back to him “See a red-light genius?”

His eyes snapped up at once, only now realising the tell-tale red light was indeed missing, returning his gaze to her gleeful face he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Seems they’re having some problems with their equipment today” she explained offhandedly the weight of the electromagnet in her pocket comforting against her leg.

“Can ya mess with electrical equipment now too?” he enquired, moving to sit on the cot next to her, letting go of his anger as quickly as it flared now he finally had someone to talk to and knew they weren’t going to be hurried away by the guards.

“No but this can” she shook her head and produced the electromagnet; he recognised the small device immediately having used them once or twice himself on various security systems.

“Where didya get that?” he asked at once curious.

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” she shrugged but continued to grin at him as she popped the device back in her pocket. Allowing her eyes to rake over him for the first time since she’d entered his space her eyes lingering on his bulging muscles and the tattoos she’d not noticed back at Midway. As suspected the man was solid muscle and she was very much enjoying the eyeful he was giving her right now clad only in his grubby tank top, jumpsuit tied at the waist.

He didn’t mind her ogling him in the slightest, the fact that she was being so blatant came as a pleasant surprise but otherwise he didn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a snarky comment “Only the first looks free love… What ya doin ere anyway? Not that I’m complainin”

Tearing her eyes away from the very male snack in front of her she caught and held his gaze as she answered “Thought maybe you needed some company, and a better outlet for your… stress” pulling her bottom lip between her teeth she allowed her gaze to drop pointedly to his crotch, bringing them slowly back up to his face.

A slow grin stretched his face as he leered at her but remained sceptical “Ya offerin to help… relieve some tension princess?” After days alone in his cell he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t hallucinating or if she was just messing with him, neither prospect was appealing.

“Well…” Fade stood with a smile and a shrug, making as if to leave through the opposite wall “If you’d rather continue sulking, that’s your choice. I can leave you be”

“Nah love don’ go” He all but shouted, leaping up to follow her to the wall. Crowding her against it and placing his hands either side of her head, pinning her with his body, looming over her with lust in his eyes.

Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck the other wrapping around his bicep, pulling his lips down to hers, meeting in a feverish kiss that robbed them of breath. Digger’s hands left the wall to wrap around her body as the kiss deepened, one arm snaking around her ribs to slide up her back, palm between her shoulder blades locking her in place against his muscled form. The other skimming over her lower back and coming to rest upon her pert backside, squeezing her flesh harshly in a way that made her whimper into his mouth.

Taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth he groaned at the sweet taste of her, reigniting the already dimming memory from their brief Midway interlude. Despite being barely a week ago it already felt more like a dream than something that had really happened, but here she was in his arms again and he couldn’t believe his luck. When the need to breath became overwhelming, they reluctantly broke apart, both dizzy and lightheaded but unwilling to break away from one another, their foreheads meeting as they panted.

Dropping her hand from his arm she fished in her pocket for the magnets, pushing him back from her as she retrieved them with a firm hand on his chest. Approaching the door as he stumbled backwards, his evident arousal tenting the heavy material of his jumpsuit in a way that left Fade’s mouth dry and caused an overwhelming need to rub her thighs together.

The confusion was evident on his face “What’s that?”

Snapping the powerful magnets into place over the lock and viewing slot, she turned back to him with a small smirk “Just ensuring no one interrupts us”

“Ya really are serious, aren’ ya?” He asked, still not entirely convinced she wasn’t having him on.

Arching an eyebrow at him she stalked slowly towards him “What’s the matter? Is Captain Boomerang all mouth and no trousers?” she smirked, eyes flicking downwards once more.

Stepping forward he hauled the woman in front of him back into his arms crushing her to him , pressing his groin against hers, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her that left him grinning “I’m both princess”

“I seem to remember someone promising me a real good time back at Midway” she purred, eyes alight with mischief but dark with lust, finally convincing Digger she wasn’t playing with him.

“Best hold on sweetheart, ya not goin ta know what hit ya”

Reaching up to wind her arms around his broad shoulders she teased him “Oh is the flash here?”

He growled lowly “Shut up woman”

“Make me” she challenged.

“Oh ya askin for it now sweetheart” he whispered lowly, as he claimed her already reddened mouth once more in a searing and rough kiss.

All at once they were back in that Midway City alley, caught between freedom and certain death, clutching at one another’s clothes as if they were the only thing anchoring the other to the world.

Wrapping his large hands around her upper arms, fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully he walked her backwards towards his cot. A sly grin across his face no doubt mirrored by her own expression.

Fade’s knees hit cold steel and then she was falling, thrust backwards from Digger’s arms a small squeal leaving her lips as gravity pulled her down onto the cot with a creaky thump, the rusty old springs objecting to the additional weight.

Recovering herself she looked up into Digger’s thoroughly amused face a low chuckle leaving him “That was a cute little noise darl, wonder what other sounds I can pull from ya before we’re done?”

Fade pulled her bottom lip between her teeth even as she rubbed her thighs together enjoying the sight of him looming over her, a small groan leaving her lips when he tore the tank over his head and flung it away, his broad chest now on full display.

He merely grinned lazily at her reaction when she rapidly pulled herself to her knees, settling in front of him and reaching for him once more. Wrapping his arms around her he pressed her to his bare torso bringing his mouth down to claim hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth aggressively a low rumbling noise ripped from his throat. Fade’s hands skated over his overheated flesh, short nails gently scraping through the dark hair on his chest drawing rumbled noises of approval from the big man, her hands dropping ever lower, moulding to his abs, fingertips skating over the sensitive flesh topping his boxers under his knotted jumpsuit.

A small noise of aggravation left Fade when he dropped his hands from her body to grab her own, pulling them away from the sleeves of his jumpsuit that she’d just started to pull apart, chuckling at her reaction lightly he mumbled a teasing disproval “So eager for the Captain, aren’ ya Darl?”

If her eyes had been open Fade would have rolled them at him, there was no denying she was impatient. It had been sometime since she’d had anything more than her hands to keep her warm at night and she wasn’t even willing to do that right now with the pigs watching her every move on the ever present cameras.

When he dropped her hands, she reached for him again only to find herself suddenly constricted as Digger wrenched her own jumpsuit down her arms. The poppers holding it closed giving easily as he tugged the offending material down her body.

Twisting her arms free of the rough orange fabric, Fade’s hands closed around his biceps to steady herself as he ripped the garment down her body as far as he could, considering her position on her knees in front of him.

With a frustrated growl Digger broke away to frown down at her legs when he couldn’t remove the material completely, simply shoving her backwards her legs flipping out from under. Aiding him by lifting her hips he yanked the clothing from her body completely, chucking it over his shoulder into the same dark corner as his tank top.

Fade didn’t squeal at the sudden movement this time, but it did force a surprised giggle from her, his frown clearing now she was laid before him in only her own prison issue tank top and knickers. Digger licked his lips appreciatively, winking at her seductively as he knelt.

Rising onto her elbows with a questioning eyebrow arched at the man. Fade guessed his intent a second before he grabbed her legs and hauled her sharply towards him. Her body bouncing on the rusty cot, a surprised squeal issued from her matched by the springs protesting squeaks, until she came to a stop with her legs hanging over the end, feet now flat on the floor.

Placing his warm palms atop her knees he skated them upwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping only when his fingertips nudged at the elastic of her knickers. Thumbs hooking underneath the fabric to rub gentle circles over her sensitive flesh, so close and yet so far from where she wanted them. Fade clenched her hands into fists at her sides biting back a groan of annoyance, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but he chuckled nonetheless. He could feel the tension in her muscles, see the way she shook as she prevented her back from arching off the thin mattress, the stress on her face as she fought to remain calm. He may have appeared calm, hands moving at a leisurely pace as he teased her, a man with all the time in the world but it had been some time for him too. Longer still since he’d had his hands on someone so responsive to his every touch, even as he teased her to distraction his control was being sapped, held in check only by sheer bloody mindedness and a stubborn refusal to be the one to break first.

Fade attempted to relax into his touches but the sparks shooting through her body with his every movement were proving hard to ignore, finally expelling a huff and a quiet whine “Stop being such a bloody tease!”

A triumphant grin played across his face, even as she glared down at him, once again propped up on her elbows though she too was smiling slightly. She was so touched starved every nerve ending was on fire with the tiniest movement, but she craved more.

Taking pity on them both Digger at last wrapped his fingertips around the side of her underwear bunching the material and pulling them swiftly down her legs. Once again lifting her hips and feet to help him, they too were tossed into the corner without a further thought.

With the barrier removed he pressed his bulk between her legs, forcing them apart with a hand on each knee, leering at her in a way that would make most women run for the hills, but Fade wasn’t most women, only finding his expression thrilling.

Still holding himself in check Digger leant forward slowly, bright eyes dark with lust boring into hers as she watched him. Turning his face at the last moment he deposited a chase kiss to her inner thigh, inadvertently brushing the hair of his mutton chops across her core pulling a delighted shudder from her with the contact.

Another dark chuckle rumbled from him as he repeated the action receiving the same reaction. Only when she huffed impatiently once more did he finally place his mouth exactly where she needed it. Licking a wide stripe through her folds pulling a high whimper from her with the motion.

Digger groaned repeating the action “Ya taste even sweeter than I expected Darl”

A metallic clanging from the door snapped them both out of their lust fuelled trance, the female guard stationed outside the man’s cell demanding attention.

Rearing back on his knees Digger glared the door barking a terse “What!” hands once against resting on fade’s knees.

Slumping back onto the bed with a quiet huff Fade attempted to stop her legs from quivering and control her breathing, resolved to do something nasty to the woman on the other side of the door at the next opportunity.

“What’s going on in there Harkness?” she barked through the metal.

“Talkin to me now are ya love? Thought you pigs just liked to watch the cameras?” Digger hollered back, turning his head slightly to wink at Fade, chuckling lightly at her murderous expression thought feeling no less annoyed by the interruption.

“The camera doesn’t seem to be working at the moment” Came the reply, the woman ignoring the insult.

“So, open the bloody door and look for yourself then! Ya don’ usually stand on ceremony do ya!”

There was a scuffling from the other side of the door and some muffled cursing that had Fade shaking with silent laughter hand clamped over her mouth to not give away her presence to the guards.

“The doors stuck!” the guard responded irritably.

“Well, what do ya want me to do about it? Don’t open from this side member, call maintenance or somethin” the man was starting to enjoy himself now pleased the woman was as frustrated as he was earlier.

The guard could be heard talking into her radio, unable to make out the exact words they could both tell she was repeating herself, getting more and more aggravated by the second. Digger looked round a wide grin on his face and he realised at the same time Fade did that the signal jammer must have taken out her radio as well.

“Dammit the radio’s out too” the woman shouted through the door “Stay put I’m going to have to go get Maintenance myself”

Digger snorted “Where the fuck dya think I’m gonna go?”

The was a pause followed by string of obscenities and the sound of boots as she stomped away down the corridor, leaving them alone in relative privacy.

“That was a bonus” Fade giggled, silently thanking Rick for making sure the jammer would cover just outside the cell as well, not doubting for one second it was deliberate.

“How long ya reckon we got till she gets back?” Digger questioned squeezing her tender flesh with his fingers, eyes locked on her exposed core as he licked his lips, the action making Fade Squirm in front of him.

“A good forty-five minutes I reckon. Maintenance is on the other side of the prison and they’re not quick as a general rule” she responded breathlessly.

“Good enough” he muttered, dropping back between her legs, and thrusting his tongue between her folds without preamble, lapping at her clit like a starving man.

“Fuck” Fade all but screamed, falling back onto the bed her back arching in pleasure as he licked and nibbled, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through her body.

Slipping a finger into her core, her walls clenching at the intrusion, Digger groaned the vibrations against her sensitive core making Fade whimper even louder. Adding a second finger he plunged them into her over and over, immediately setting a frantic pace with his mouth firmly attached to her clit. Clutching at his unruly curls with one hand fingers wrapped tightly around his tresses she pulled another groan from the man with the painful yet pleasurable pressure she was exerting on his scalp.

It took almost no time at all for Fade to fall apart, crying name all traces of tension wiped from her body by his surprising skill. Through hooded eyes she watched Digger rise from the floor a satisfied smirk on his mouth along with her release. Swiping a hand across his mouth he made short work of his jumpsuit, pulling it down his muscular legs along with his boxers and stepping out of it towards her. Forcing her up the cost he followed her the spring objecting to the additional weight as he positioned between her legs above her.

Fade had barely had time to get an eyeful of his impressive length standing proud against his belly before he was on top of her, hands pushing her tank up and over her head, ripping her bra from her body with practised skill.

Palming a breast in his large hand, the other arm wrapped around her holding her tightly against his chest, lips falling to hers with a newfound urgency.

Fade whimpered at the onslaught to her senses, still dizzy from her previous climax and overwhelmed by the man above her in the most delicious way, her own hands clutching him to her as he invaded mouth with his tongue.

Releasing her breast Digger reached down between them, positioning himself so that the tip of his cock was pressed against her still quivering core.

Stilling suddenly, he wrenched their mouths apart with a disbelieving groan, Fade whined at the delay clutching at his shoulders and rolling her hips against him in encouragement.

“What’s the matter?” She murmured opening her eyes to see him frowning down at her.

“I don’ want to get ya into any trouble” he muttered, Fade’s lust drunk brain racing to catch his meaning, a mirthless chuckle bursting from her when she caught on.

Capturing his face in between her hands she smiled at him clarifying “You honestly think this didn’t occur to me before I came in here? How cruel do you think I am?... I have been so firmly irradiated I glow blue and walk-through walls. Trust me pregnancy is not an issue”

Both eyebrows shot up at her words but he then he nodded and grinned “Thank god for small mercy’s” slamming his length into her he drew a long-drawn-out moan of pleasure from them both as he filled her.

“Finally” Fade hissed relishing the feeling of being full of him, something she’d been daydreaming of since the moment she’d laid eyes on him outside Midway.

Clenching around him involuntarily she squeezed him so tightly that he groaned, forehead falling against hers, eyes shut tight as he went rigid in her arms “If you keep doin that, I’m not gonna last long love”

She chuckled in response and clenched around him deliberately, even harder than before rewarded with another groan from him “Best make it hard and fast then, I can always come back tomorrow for round two”

Leaning back slightly he opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he realised there was nothing stopping them from doing this whenever they wanted, now they had the tools “Alright then darl, hold on ta somethin”

Drawing back, he pulled himself from her body and then slammed back into her hard enough to shift her up the protesting cot a little.

“You can do better than that” She challenged even as she whimpered.

With another dark chuckle he drew back and thrust into her even harder, hips snapping against hers harshly. Not pausing to let her recover he repeated the motion again, over and over until he was pounding her into the thin mattress.

The vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with his grunts of pleasure serving to push Fade rapidly to the brink. Her back arching into him, breasts pressed against his chest, hands clutching at any part of him she could reach, a litany of prayers to deities she didn’t believe in falling from her lips.

A sharp gasp was the only warning either of them had when she reached the precipice and toppled over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashing over her body leaving her shaking in his arms, his own body reacting to her climax as he came deep inside her with a guttural groan, slamming his mouth onto hers to swallow her continuing moans as he pulsed within her.

They remained like that for as long as they darted risk, bodies intertwined, kissing gently, hands skating over the others overheated skin soothingly. Only separating reluctantly when they heard voices coming down the corridor towards Digger’s Cell.

Dressing quickly Digger pulled her back into his arms for another scorching kiss as the new arrivals started messing with the door.

Leaving him to discreetly remove the magnets from the door and keep them safe Fade murmured “See you tomorrow” as she slipped through the wall. Leaving the good Captain with a smug satisfied smile on his face humming a little tune to himself.

Hurrying through several walls she didn’t turn the signal jammer off until she was a good distance away, then returned to her own cell with a broad smile on her own face thinking of tomorrow.

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Scrunchie- Harley Quinn

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Characters: Harley Quinn

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 429

Author: Aaron

The scattering of terrified footsteps sprinting in the opposite direction echoed throughout the forest as Harley launched a volley of grenades into the American speaking trees, you saw her moonlit silhouette fall to the floor in a slump as you jogged towards her to celebrate. Your good mooded victory trot quickly turned into a sprint as her groans of pain slipped from between her lips.

“Harley?” You fell to Harley’s side and lifted the bottom of her t-shirt to reveal a large bullet hole with thick blood oozing onto the dirt floor. “Don’t you worry, we’re going to get you out of here, alright?” Slowly she opened her eyes and lay with shallow breaths as you put as much of your body weight as you could over the wound

“Is it bad?” She asked faintly.

“It could be worse I guess, you’re still all in one piece, right?” She smiled softly and placed her hand lightly on top of yours. “You’ve come out of way worse than this Harley, just stick with me here. We have help on the way, first aid certified and everything. It’s no brain surgeon but it’s better than nothing I guess.” The blood began seeping from in between your fingers and Harley grew paler and paler, even more so than normal.

“Well shit, I don’t know about that y/n, this could be me done for. I always thought it would be something cool like fist fighting a polar bear or…” She stopped talking and took a few deep breaths as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“Harley for once can you stop talking shit and just save your breath? Do us all a favour and shut your cute mouth until we have some help here.” Harley smiled again as her neck rolled against the cold tree root it was rested upon.

“I’m sorry I don’t have some cool jewellery or some deep heartfelt momento to give you to remember me by.” She brought her blood covered hands up to her eyes. “They really did a number on me, huh?”

“I wont need anything to remember me by, alright? You’re going to be there harassing me and pissing me off just like every other day.” She reached her trembling hand to the top of her head, and with all the effort she could muster plucked one of the two scrunchies that sat on top of her head.

“You always moaned that I forgot your birthday, so take this.” She tossed the scrunchie into your lap. “And don’t say I never get you anything, alright?”

#Scrunchie #Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn Imagine #Harley Quinn One Shot #Harleen Quinzel #Harleen Quinzel Imagine #Harleen Quinzel One Shot #Birds of Prey #Birds of Prey Imagine #Birds of Prey One Shot #Suicide Squad #Suicide Squad Imagine #Suicide Squad One Shot #DC #DC Imagine #DC One Shot #Aaron

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Harley: you know I always thought Bruce was the hottie, and then I met this little birdie

Harley playfully scratches at Y/N…

Dick: why did we allow her on the team?

Bruce: Y/N brings out the best in Harley

Y/N: and Harley brings out the worse in me (growls)

Harley growls right back…

Barbara: get a room

#dc comics #dc comics incorrect quotes #dc harley quinn #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #suicide squad #margot robbie #dc comics fluff #snyderverse #dceu #dceu fluff #dceu imagine

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cherrycocaineee · 5 months

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38. Joker - A Love Story For The Books

* Warning: powers/abilities, murder, torture, kind of follows the storyline of Harley Quinn. *

* Synopsis: Even with your telekinetic powers, you’ve always wanted to remain normal to the world and what better way to be normal than to become a psychiatrist like your older sister, Harleen Quinzel. What you didn’t expect was to ever sit in on one of her sessions with the Joker, and neither did Harleen who had done everything in her power to keep you and him away from each other for your own safety. With your new found infatuation with the criminal clown and his amusing interest in you, what could possibly go wrong? Or right, in your opinion. *

Harleen’s dull gray heels drummed against the cold concrete that the two of you were currently walking on. The sound of her heels were accompanied by her flipping through pages on her clipboard. It had been almost thirty minutes since your older sister had spoken a single word to you but you could hear the slow huffs of her breathing as she grumbled in frustration. Harleen wasn’t angry with you, no, in fact she was more worried about you than anything; instead, she was pissed off at her boss who assigned you to her side today knowing that she was working with the Joker. Even though Harleen was seething with frustration, worry, and anger, you were ecstatic. You were tired of the same old same old everyday and you swore if you had to listen to another person talk about something that lacked any real interest again, you might actually blow your own head up. Of course you understood that not every crazy case was going to be off the walls in terms of interest but because of Harleen’s persistent worry for you in this field of work, she’d made it her life’s mission to keep you with all the snooze fest patients.

You were so lost in your rambling thoughts you hadn’t noticed Harleen had stopped until you smacked right into her. A yelp left your dusty rose lips as you quickly drew your hand up to your nose that was now throbbing in pain.

“A warning next time would be great,” you grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied shortly, “Now listen up, okay. Whatever he says in there, you can’t listen to him. He’s going to make up some sad story about his childhood, it’s fake so don’t fall for it.”

Your eyebrow arched up quizzically, “Then why do you let him tell you something if you know it’s false?”

“Because you learn more from the patients who lie.”

Harleen didn’t say another word before placing her keycard against the lock. There was a quiet chime before the red light switched to a green light, then the sound of metal scraping against metal abused your ears as the lock came undone. The noise was so loud, you almost flinched. When the noise subsided, Harleen pulled the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open so that you could go inside too.

On the inside of this cell it was like any other cell here; there was a single bed sitting in the corner of the room with a thin mattress that didn’t even have a sheet on it; a small, paper thin blanket for them to cover up with laid folded at the end of it as if it had never been used before; in the opposite corner was a desk attached to the wall with a singular, shitty chair for sitting at. Other than those things, the room was pretty bare but most of them were. Occasionally there would be a few patients who had wall art hanging up from their family members or from themselves but it was rare.

As Harleen made her way to the rickety chair in the corner to sit down at, you finished closing the door, waiting for the lock to click. Through the window there were two guards standing at their post which was protocol when a psychiatrist entered a room with any of the patients; they were all criminally insane and at any point in time they could do something to cause harm.

There wasn’t another chair for you to sit in, so you ended up standing beside Harleen. Your eyes had been so busy everywhere else you’d failed to see the Joker sitting at the edge of his bed completely swaddled in a straight jacket. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you causing you to swallow hard on the build up of saliva collecting in your mouth. Harleen’s pen clicking was what helped you to switch your gaze away from him but you could still feel him looking at you.

“Dr. Quinzel,” the Joker purred, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. And I see you’ve brought a lovely guest. What’s your name, doll?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer because your sister did for you.

“You’ll address her by Dr. Quinzel too, Joker,” Harleen stated promptly, not even looking up from her clipboard.

“Two Dr. Quinzels!” He hollered delightfully, “Aren’t I the lucky one?”

When Harleen didn’t reply to his outburst, you gave him a small smile.

“I’m her younger sister,” you added, “Y/N.”

“Y/N Quinzel,” he mulled over, a grin plastered on his painted lips, “I like the sound of that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, at least that’s what you thought it was.

“That’s enough,” Harleen said, “it’s time to get started.”

You couldn’t blame Harleen for trying to stick to her questions, she had always wanted to be a psychiatrist and she took her work incredibly serious. You pulled out the copy of questions your sister gave you and readied yourself to follow along with the conversation. You didn’t need to write anything down, that was Harleen’s job, all you needed to do was listen in and learn. It was a practice run so that eventually you could start talking to patients by yourself.

“Now, Joker,” Harleen started, “why don’t we start where we left off.”

“Right,” he chuckled, “where did we leave off, Dr. Quinzel?”

Turns out they left off talking about the Joker’s father. Like Harleen had told you, the story was sad and in your opinion, it was overly sad. And he kept changing things, making it almost impossible for you to keep up with the conversation. What you did notice was the way his eyes watched you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your sister’s head buried in her papers where she couldn’t see anything. Maybe that was her way of keeping things professional, she didn’t stare at her patients too long or at all. The Joker didn’t seem to mind her not paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed on you and he had no intention of looking anywhere else for the entire session. It was weird to you because even though his eyes should have been making you squirm where you were standing, it wasn’t; in fact, they felt nice. There was no other way to describe it because it was nothing you’d experienced before. It was almost predatory like but there was a hint of possessiveness. Now there was no way you were paying attention to the actual reason you were here and judging by the smirk on his ruby stained lips, he knew it too.

Before you knew it, the session was over and Harleen was thanking the Joker for his time; something she did with all her patients. She was also the first to leave the room, leaving you behind which worked out perfectly for you. You stole another glance back at the Joker, his eyes still resting on you. You swallowed hard, turning on your heel to leave, the door closing behind you. It was odd, once the door closed and locked you found yourself missing his presence. Sighing heavily, you shook your head and ran after Harleen, grateful that you had worn converse instead of heels like she did.

For the next couple of weeks you joined Harleen in her sessions with the Joker; after about the fifth session, you’d been upgraded to a chair which worked for your aching feet. Harleen was gathering her belongings when the Joker decided to press his luck in having an actual conversation with you.

“How are you liking your chair?” He questioned, “I’ve noticed you swaying on the balls of your heels for the last couple of sessions. Couldn’t see you in any pain any longer so I asked one of the guards to bring you your own chair.”

You hadn’t noticed before but you had even started massaging your ankles trying to remove some of the swollenness, even now you were doing it even though you’d been sitting. Though sitting in this chair for a mere hour didn’t compare to the rest of the day when you were on your feet.

“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes and pulling your hand away from your ankle, “thank you, that was very kind. It actually feels nice to get off of my feet for even just an hour.”

“That’s so good to hear.”

“Y/N.”

Harleen’s voice sliced through your conversation like a freshly sharpened knife causing you to flinch.

“It’s time to go.”

She was holding her notes against her chest, staring at you knowingly.

“Right!” You said, hopping out of your seat, “right. Let’s get moving then.”

Before you and Harleen had left the room, the head doctor, Dr. Louis, poked his head in. There were two guards accompanying him for his own protection; a lot of these psychotic criminals would enjoy getting their hands on him so he needed to be watched over constantly.

“Ah, I thought I’d find the two of you here. I just wanted to let you guys know that from now on Y/N will be taking the Joker as her patient. Harleen, you’ll be seeing after our newest patient.”

“What?” Harleen and I said at the same time.

It wasn’t in the same tone: Harleen’s was more disbelieving while yours was more exciting. You had started working here a year ago but had never been allowed to take on patients by yourself. You always accompanied another doctor with their patient which is why you were so damn bored with it. Unless you were a high level doctor like Harleen or Dr. Louis, you didn’t get to see the incredibly dangerous criminal patients that they harbored here at Arkham. It astonished you that Dr. Louis was trusting you with the most dangerous patient here. Of course it might have something to do with your telekinesis, you could easily apprehend the Joker with your mind if you wanted to.

“We have a new patient coming in, she’ll need a lot of your attention, Harleen. I’m sure with Y/N’s skills, she’ll be able to handle this clown with ease.”

You stole a glance at the Joker who was now laying back on his bed with an amused look on his face, unbothered by Dr. Louis’ choice of words.

“You hear me, Joker,” Dr. Louis added, “your new doctor will now be Y/N Quinzel, so get use to seeing her face.”

He grinned wickedly, “I look forward to a fresh, new, beautiful face.”

Dr. Louis left the cell with Harleen running after him in protest, leaving you alone with the Joker for the first time. You turned to the table where Harleen had thrown her things down at the sudden news. All of the papers were scattered now, some even littering the floor, making you huff.

“My,” the Joker chuckled, “she’s trying so hard to keep you away from me.”

“Don’t pay her any mind,” you said, kneeling down to pick up her discarded papers, “she’s just protective of her little sister, is all.”

He didn’t say anything and the silence between the two of you was peaceful. You finished gathering all of Harleen’s papers before standing up and turning to him.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you state.

“Guess so,” he sang, still grinning from ear to ear.

For the first time since you’ve been sitting in on these sessions, you smiled back. The way you went about things was completely different from your sisters: whereas she was cold and distant, you felt that it made things easier to be friendly towards the patients, it helped them trust you just a bit more. Without another word, you gave a slight wave and left the room, listening as the doors locked behind you.

The next day you were over the moon since it was your first day being alone with the patient. The night before you stayed up planning every question you could possibly think to ask. You had to ignore Harleen’s countless calls because you knew she was only calling to warn you once again about the Joker’s routine antics. It felt like she didn’t think you could do this but it was ridiculous because you knew you were more prepared than anyone could be.

Pulling an all nighter was probably the worst thing you could have done, on top of the two large coffees that you had plus a third. All of that caffeine was making your heart beat fast but you ignored it, not wanting to be sent home or to the ER on your first day. Like usual, you entered the Joker’s cell, this time alone, and saw the shadow of two guards outside the door. The Joker was sitting in his bed in an upright position as if he had been waiting for you for hours, though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Good morning, Dr. Quinzel,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Joker,” you returned, “and please, just call me Y/N. I’m not really into formalities.”

“Then it’s only fair that you call me Mister J,” he smiled, “it’s what all my friends call me.”

You smiled. “Then let’s get started, Mister J.”

Your first therapy session with the Joker went as well as you expected, of course you didn’t think anything he said was the truth but it amazed you that he could come up with so many different ways to lie about his family life. You didn’t mind the lies, it kind of felt like a new story being read to you everyday which is what you wanted in the beginning.

As you were writing down what the Joker said, you noticed the Joker squirming around his spot.

“Everything okay?” You asked, folding your writing hand over your clipboard.

“Sitting like this for so long makes you kind of stiff,” he grumbled.

His discomfort seemed genuine and you hated it when people were uncomfortable.

“Is your…your jacket too tight?” You asked.

“A bit. But nothing I can’t handle, doll. Now where were we?”

You took a deep breath, thinking of probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of. Only the guards had the keys to the most dangerous criminals white jackets but with your telekinesis you could easily undo it and give him a bit of freedom.

“I could help you.”

He brought his icy blue eyes up to meet your gaze.

“And how could you do that?” He questioned curiously.

“I could remove your jacket. Just until our session is over, then it’ll have to go back on.”

He didn’t seem to understand, everyone knew doctors didn’t carry keys to undo the jackets as well as they didn’t care if the patient was uncomfortable. The question for him was how were you planning to remove the jacket without a key and why would you do something like that?

“How?”

The Joker watched your eyes flutter shut before he realized that his white jacket was starting to undo itself. There was the soft clinking of the locks before they clattered to the floor, the fabric started to untangle itself too, giving the Joker some room to even just wiggle around. That left another question in his head: were you doing this with your mind?

Soon the entire jacket had been removed from his body leaving him shirtless; the jacket was now neatly folded and sitting beside him on his bed. For the first time in months, the Joker was able to move his arms. Standing to his feet, the Joker stretched his arms and popped his back. By then, you had opened your eyes again and were watching his every single move. Not because you didn’t trust him but because it fascinated you to see even someone like the Joker finding satisfaction in being able to stretch his arms out. You honestly didn’t think anything bothered him but clearly you were wrong.

“Feeling better?” You quizzed, pulling yourself up from your chair.

It had been awhile since you had used your telekinesis so it made you dizzy to stand up so fast. You swayed a bit on your feet before tumbling forward, only to be caught by the Joker with his newly free hands. It was the least he could do since you took his chains off.

“I feel fantastic, doll,” he hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine,” you muttered, steadying yourself on your feet, “I haven’t done that in awhile.”

“And what exactly was that that you did?”

“I used my telekinesis to remove your jacket. And later, I’ll use it again to put the jacket back on you.”

Finally you were able to stand on your own so you released the Joker’s broad arms, smiling a thank you to him.

“We have twenty-five minutes left until our session is over, so you have that long to get in as much exercise as you need. We can talk while you do so, it won’t bother me.”

So that’s what the Joker did. As the two of you spoke about his falsified childhood while he did whatever exercise he needed to do. When those twenty-five minutes were up, you quickly put on his jacket before the guards came to escort you out like they did at the end of every session.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister J.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

And that’s how it went for the next couple of months. You would sit with the Joker and discuss a new family situation, never really getting anywhere new, while he was able to freely roam around in his cell while working out his arms from all the knots that were in them. What you weren’t expecting was to fall in love with him. He was kind, sweet, and always asked how your day was going like he actually cared. You didn’t know if he truly did or not but the interest in his voice was much needed, especially lately.

“Oh, kitten,” the Joker purred, getting closer to you, “you seem in a foul mood today. Is everything okay?”

You tore your eyes away from your papers, there weren’t many questions today and it seemed like the questions list was dwindling more and more everyday.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on at home.”

Despite how hard you had been working, you never seemed to meet your parents’ expectations and their expectations were high considering they wanted you to be exactly like Harleen. And more frequently you’d been going over there with Harleen to have family dinners and somehow you never seemed to get the same praise you felt you deserved. Instead, your parents were always finding ways to critique your work, never seeming to understand that you had earned your patient’s trust rather than ignoring their basic needs as human beings. They had said on countless occasions that they wished you were more like your older sister, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it hurt your self esteem a bit.

“No need to worry yourself about my home troubles, Mister J. Tell me-”

“Ah, ah,” he said, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away, “I’m more interested in what you have to say. You can tell me.”

For some reason it really felt like you could tell him. So all of a sudden you found yourself crying out your complaints to the Joker as he consoled you; it was like he was the therapist and you were the criminal in need of some real mental help. And the way he soothed you made you fall in love with him more and more. He patted your back while you wiped away a few tears; you were grateful that you skipped wearing any makeup today even if you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. The Joker had his hooks in you and he knew it. By the next session, you’d be ready to give him anything he asked for and he knew just what he needed to make his escape.

The next session, you felt better than before and you had a little more pep in your step too. You were clenching your notepad in your arms as you sped off towards the Joker’s cell. You couldn’t help the feeling in your chest that made you excited to see him and honestly you hoped that he felt the same way. Today you brought him a present, something to brighten up his little area and hopefully make him smile some more. Once again you heard the slow, loud clicking of the metal locks before you pushed the door open. As routine, the door closed behind you and the guards stood outside ready for whatever. However, the inside of the room was just a bit different. There was a table now in the center of the room with two chairs sitting on either side of it. It was a new accessory that was a bit different then what you were use to. The Joker was already sitting patiently at one end of the table, a grin plastered over his painted lips.

“Dr. Quinzel,” he said, “my favorite part of the day.”

“We’ve been over this, Mister J,” you laughed, “just call me Y/N.”

That made his smile wider.

You took your seat across from him, your notepad finding its permanent spot in front of you on the table.

“I got you something,” you said happily.

“What have you got?” He purred.

“Got you a kitty.” You pulled out the stuffed cat and started playing with its little paws.

“So thoughtful.”

As usual, you used your telekinesis to undo his jacket giving him free range to move around. However, he didn’t get up and move around like usual, instead, he sat in front of you just eyeing your every move. You felt nervous under his gaze, a light blush sketching into your cheeks as you tried to look away. You finally built up the confidence to make eye contact with the Joker.

This therapy session wasn’t going anywhere near how they normally went. He was much more flirtatious than usual and you found yourself watching him with eyes filled with admiration, care, and love. You were so lost in his eyes and words that you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten, your face merely inches away from his own. You don’t know how it happened but you had fallen in love with him, and despite your brain telling you how stupid it was to be in love with him, your heart yearned for him. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and he knew it.

“Should we get started?” You asked, trying to put some space between the two of you.

“Actually Doctor,” the Joker hummed, “there’s something you can do for me.”

“Anything,” you said a bit too excitedly before correcting your tone, “I mean, yeah, of course.”

He shifted. “I need a machine gun.”

The request caught you off guard and your head was screaming at you to stop listening to him like your sister had told you to.

“A machine gun?”

A big, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

You knew you shouldn’t do it. That you should warn the guards about his plans. But the way he stared at you, you felt intoxicated and ignored every rational sense you had.

You just weren’t expecting what came next.

You had used your telekinesis to sneak the Joker a machine gun late in the evening, as well as distorting the cameras so you didn’t get caught. You figured he just needed the machine gun to escape, go back to his busy life causing chaos in Gotham. But he had other plans before he went back to his normal shenanigans.

Before you knew it, gunshots were flying through the halls of Arkham as people dressed in animal costumes. Guards were falling down as more and more bullets pierced their skin; you ran, trying to find some coverage while you repeatedly asked yourself what you had done. This wasn’t what you wanted, not even in the slightest. You tried to sneak away, but in the end you were snatched up by some guy in a suit and another guy in a costume. You screamed, thrashing yourself around trying to loosen their grip but they were too strong for you physically. You don’t know why it didn’t come to you, your mind running so fast that you completely overlooked your telekinesis.

The two men strapped you down to what you think was a gurney.

“Get off me!” You snapped through gritted teeth, trying with all your might to push them off.

But in the end, they got the best of you and were able to strap you down. It was only then did you remember your telekinesis, however, the Joker made an appearance distracting you entirely.

“What do we have here?” He grinned, waving his hands around.

He positioned the light above the gurney in front of your face causing you to squint momentarily.

“I did everything you said,” you rasped, “I helped you.”

The Joker just watched you for a second before laughing quietly, anger prominent in his voice as he spoke.

“You helped me by erasing my mind? What few…faded memories…I had left!”

With each word, he slammed his fist against the cushioned gurney. You’d have flinched if you hadn’t loved him so much. You watched him run a hand through his messy green hair.

“Oh. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?” He snapped his purple glove.

You shook your head.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mister J?” You asked.

He reached beside you, taking hold of the equipment that some doctors used to erase patients memories of traumatic events in their life. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya,” he grinned, rotating the shock sticks beside your head, “I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really…really…bad.”

All of a sudden, the small amount of fear you felt in your body was gone. You no longer felt anything but a want to prove that you could handle what he dished out.

“You think so?” You asked, your body no longer shaking, “Well, I can take it.”

The Joker snapped his belt off and folded it in half making a snapping sound as he tightened it. Then he placed the leather material into your mouth making a barrier between your teeth.

“I wouldn’t want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.”

Then all of a sudden you felt the electroshock surge through your head and you tensed up, your back arching off the gurney. Your telekinesis had a mind of its own while you were incapacitated; the leather straps holding you snapped themselves in half, a table was thrown against the wall, and the lights shattered. It all excited the Joker more and more, making him understandably curious about you but knowing that this was the end of the line for both of you. He’d always have you sketched into his brain and he knew he had left a permanent mark in yours. He just failed to realize that you wouldn’t give up on him just because he caused you a lot of pain.

You practically made it your mission to seek him out; you quit your job much to your families surprise, and you spent every waking day mumbling to yourself as you searched for the Joker. He wasn’t a hard man to track down and when you did manage to find him, he always seemed to need something that involved your telekinesis. You didn’t mind but you had hoped that all of your help would make him consider taking you in and making you his. But it never seemed to work out that way and you were finally getting frustrated, even desperate for him to acknowledge your love for him.

One night you were waiting on the side of the road outside his club, hoping he’d come out and see you. However, you were left disappointed again when you saw him in his purple Lamborghini, driving to God knows where not even sparing you a second glance. You had half a mind to flip it over, show him you aren’t someone to ignore but you didn’t want to hurt him, instead you stole someone’s motorcycle, using your powers to shatter the chain that was used to keep it from being stolen. The owner didn’t know he’d have to protect his bike from thieves with telekinetic powers. And who could blame him as these abilities weren’t common, even in Gotham.

You followed the Joker on the bike, speeding up so that you could catch up to him. Finally you were able to pull up beside him, looking his way in hopes he’d notice you. He did, of course, but his reaction wasn’t one that thrilled you. He pulled his hand up beside him as if trying to block you from his line of sight. Hurt and anger surged through your veins as you let out an irritated yell. You sped up, taking the lead in front of him. Little parts inside you could feel his annoyance creeping across your skin but you didn’t care. Once you were a good distance away, making sure by looking back, you turned the motorcycle on its side and let it scrap against the midnight black paint. Sparks flew and you were positive that the paint on the side was done for. When the bike came to a stop, you hoped off of the part you had been standing on and planted yourself firmly in front of it, any fear in your bones having been erased that day in Arkham.

To anyone looking at it, it looked like the Joker had no intention of stopping but instead had every intention of running you down in the road. However, with an annoyed grunt and a roll of his eyes, he came to a quick, jerky stop.

“You…”

“You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving me!” You yelled, slamming your palms into the metal of his vehicle.

“You…you really are a pain in the ass.”

Just as the Joker exited his vehicle, an eighteen wheeler pulled up behind him.

“I have done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it.” You pleaded, tears pricking the corner of your shining eyes.

He lifted his hands, “Got it, got it, got it, got it. I am not someone who is loved.”

He clapped his hands in front of your face.

“I’m an idea. A state of mind.”

The eighteen wheeler started honking while the Joker spoke. But it didn’t deter him.

“I execute my will according to my plan and you, doctor, are not part of my plan.”

He had done a complete circle around you and was now standing back in front of you, so you pulled your hands up to touch his face. His skin felt nice against your own, almost like they were made for each other and you wondered why he didn’t see that.

Once again, the eighteen wheeler honked this time more frequently.

“Let me in,” you pleaded, “just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you!”

He had pulled himself away from you, laughing at your words just as the trucker exited the drivers seat of the eighteen wheeler.

“A promise, promise…ha…ha…ha…”

“Hey dickface!” The trucker yelled, “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else.”

The Joker continued to laugh, completely ignoring the trucker. Your mind moved on its own and soon the Joker’s personalized gun was removed from his leather jacket. It floated through the air before your mind pulled the trigger, shooting the asshole who was interrupting your conversation. His body fell to the ground with a thud.

“I was gonna say,” the Joker said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He had stolen a quick glance at the dead trucker before returning his gaze to you, this time the floating gun pointed directly at him. The cool metal barely grazed his deathly pale flesh. He rested his forehead against the barrel of the gun and raised his hands up playfully, grinning.

“Don’t hurt me,” he joked, “I’ll be your friend.”

You held your gaze, never tearing your eyes away from the gun letting it continue to float as your mind willed it to do. The Joker hummed, his voice deepening as his smile and joking behavior disappeared.

“Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”

“My heart scares you,” you gritted, “but a gun doesn’t?”

“Do it!”

But you couldn’t and he knew you couldn’t. So within a mere second, he snatched his gun out of the air and your mind stopped buzzing. A headache growing from the overuse of your ability. You were mentally exhausted and the Joker could only laugh, pushing his own gun against the side of his head.

“God, if you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane.”

He was glaring at you now, his expression dark and uncalculating. A few tears slipped off of your face and dropped onto the ground as you stared at the man you told yourself you loved. Even now.

“Go. Away.” He said.

He left you standing there, getting back in his Lamborghini and driving off. You choked back a few sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears before walking in the opposite direction he had driven off in. What you didn’t see was the Joker watching you through his rear view mirror. Even though he kept trying to deny it, you were interesting and the more interesting he thought you were, the more captivated he felt by your presence. He knew you loved him but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. He took his eyes off of you for a split second and when he tried to look at you again, you were gone. It was almost like you had never been there, at least that’s what he would have thought had the dead trucker not been laying in the road still.

Grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the steering wheel, the Joker pulled a sharp u-turn, the tires screeching against the cement road. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Joker sped off to find you, wondering why he couldn’t keep you out of his own thoughts.

He found you not too far away from where the two of you had conversed. You had your arms wrapped around your body as you walked, sulking harder with each step. Quickly, almost harshly, the Joker yanked his car in front of you causing you to stop walking. Your eyes widened as he climbed out of the driver's seat and made his way to the passenger’s seat. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, you watched as he opened the door and looked at you.

“Well,” he muttered when you didn’t move, “get in.”

It was a small gesture, even after your conversation with him just a second ago, but you still smiled hard and hopped into the passenger’s side. He closed the door behind you, got back in his own seat, and sped off, not telling you where the two of you were headed.

You weren’t expecting to be taken to a chemical plant. The words “Ace Chemicals'” faded into the building walls telling you this place had been out of use for some time. It smelled too and you had to hold your breath until you could stomach whatever that stench was.

The Joker watched you intently as your eyes wandered taking in everything it passed. He was fascinated by how curious your little head could be but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Finally the two of you reached a room that was layered with nine vats of chemicals at the bottom. The Joker and you were standing on top of the black, metal that held you above the acid. The metal was slick with water from whatever but really it was as safe as could be. You followed the Joker to the edge before peering down at the vats of chemicals that covered the floor. They were bubbly and made weird hissing noises making you wonder if they were incredibly hot.

“Question,” the Joker started causing you to look away from the chemicals and up at him, “would you die for me?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.

“That’s too easy,” he muttered, “would you…would you live for me?”

The question meant something so different than his first. Life was cruel and there were so many things to hate about life, dying was easy because there was no suffering. So in a sense, he was asking you if you’d suffer for him. Which you would.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Careful,” he whispered, “do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”

He brought his tattooed hand up to your face, his fingers grazing your cheeks causing you to shiver. His touch had you so intoxicated that it felt like you were drunk from a whole day's worth of drinking.

“Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes…power.”

His fingers traced over your face, slowly sliding down the sides of your cheeks barely gripping your chin until he rested his finger against your lips. His eyes flickered hungrily at your mouth and you desperately wanted to close the gap between the two of you.

“You want this?”

Again, you didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

He tilted his head back, keeping his hand on you.

“Say it,” he rasped, “say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

His voice got softer until it faded and you felt your heart throb with both love and lust.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“God,” he chirped, “you’re so…good.”

He gestured to the edge of where you two were standing. You walked over to it and peered down at the vats of chemicals again. Your logic was screaming at you to change your mind but you couldn’t afford to listen to it. You were almost there, he was almost yours entirely. All you had to do was fall into the chemical and he’d have you. You turned to face the Joker, his eyes watching you intently. You extended your arms before falling backwards letting gravity carry you. The cool air felt nice against your skin as you plummeted; your eyes fluttered close as you thought about all of the things that you were about to experience. While most people would be terrified if they were in this current situation, you found peace with it.

The Joker peered over the edge and watched your body splash into the dangerous liquid. He had finally done it. He’d gotten rid of you. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. However he wasn’t able to make it past a few steps as he remembered all of the kind things you had done for him throughout his time of knowing you. Using your telekinesis, you had given him a small amount of freedom from the straight jacket he’d been chained up in for months. You didn’t snap at him or say anything to him out of anger like most the doctors did, you seemed to actually care for him. Even after he tricked you into giving him the machine gun and using the electroshock therapy on you, you still wanted him. And for some reason that filled the Joker with a sense of guilt that he didn’t even think he could feel. With a low growl, the Joker removed his leather jacket hurriedly and went back to the ledge where he jumped in after you.

He reached forward and took hold of your sinking body, pulling you tightly against his body. You fit perfectly against his muscular frame. The two of you floated back to the top, the Joker’s lips on yours filling your lungs with life. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled away, your eyes staring into his as you searched for a trick but you couldn’t find one. He leaned down again, your fingers finding their way to the back of his head, and the two of you kissed.

After only seconds, the Joker pulled away, keeping you wrapped in his arms, and started laughing. The color from your clothes mixing with his. You smiled, pulling yourself closer to him. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

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aviolettrose · 11 days

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Jason Todd was voted back then to be killed, only for him to return as one of the most beloved Robin's, is iconic tbh

#jason todd #dc #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #red hood #dc universe #comic #And him not having consistent characteristics bcs writers today have no idea what to do with him #they're like #“ykw? today your a priest”#“today you're the arkham knight”#“today you're a ninja/assassin”#“today you're a ginger in arkham asylum”#imagine ginger jason being part of a suicide squad #but without the joker #and just for shit and giggles #imagine they have to work with the JL

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 2 months

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Mind the gap (between his ears)

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hsllfirescoopsreblogs · 1 month

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「 ✦ rick flag ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all rick flag stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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𖤓 @foli-vora

⭒ danger high voltage

⭒ lover

⭒ free ground

-You’d never known panic like this. You’d never known pain like this. “Rick? Eyes open. Please baby. Come on now.” ” He’s okay. He’s okay.

⭒ hear me

𖤓 @lacontroller1991

⭒ bull ride

⭒ husband for hire

⭒ you’re not bad

𖤓 nothing will ever be the same pt2 by @loverhymeswith

⭒ Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

𖤓 already married by @darling-i-read-it

⭒ Rick and the reader are secretly married

𖤓 all settled by @drabbles-mc

𖤓 different by @blackbat05

⭒ You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?

𖤓 love hurts by @coweye

⭒ You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

𖤓 hot to go by @seancekitsch

⭒ Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game.

𖤓 request by @reveluving

•masterlist

•dc masterlist

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

last updated april 4, 2024

#rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag imagine #rick flag fluff #rick flag angst #rick flag smut #the suicide squad #dc #dc x reader #rick flag masterlist #dc masterlist

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gilverrwrites · 18 days

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Hiiii could you do a forbidden hero x villain romance of captain boomerang and reader? Thank you in advance 🙃

No Use Mending Bridges

Captain Boomerang/Reader, 2.7K words

He'd been everything to you then. Now he was a crumpled mess, laying broken and battered on your couch. Rated: M

Ko-Fi || Masterlist || Request Info

CW: Mentions of blood and violence , swearing, angst, arguing, unhealthy relationship dynamics, betrayal, lying.

Please know: I think you are absolutely wonderful!

The view through your peephole is distorted; it makes his head look bulbous and alien-like, but despite the skewed image and years of no-contact, he’s still immediately recognisable. Fully prepared to tell him to take a hike unless he wants a free ride to the police station, you swing the door open only to be halted by the unobscured sight of him. His coat and gloves were torn and bloodied, one hand clutched to his ribs, the other supporting his weight on your door frame.

“Hey, stranger.” He splutters between bloody coughs. His face twitches in pain at each syllable. There’s a cluster of nasty reddish-purple bruises forming around the left side of his face, and he appears to have lost another tooth.

“What the fuck George?!” Confirming the coast is clear with a quick scan of the hallway, you herd his limping form into the apartment, where he unceremoniously spreads across the couch. “What the hell did you do? Why even come here?”

“I didn’t do nothin’.” His speech is slurred, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s drunk, injured, or both. “I had nowhere else to go.”

“Just stay still.” You instruct as you begin rummaging, looking for your first-aid kit; it must be somewhere here. “And don’t touch anything!”

By the time you locate what you’re looking for and return to his side, George is unconscious. His pupils constrict as expected when you shine a light on them. Moderately happy that he’s not concussed you allow him to sleep as you clean him up, disturbing him only to remove his coats and boots.

By the time you’re done patching him up, it's late into the night. You don’t really want to leave him alone… because he might steal something, not because you’re worried about him. But because you’re exhausted. Resolving to leave him alone for a few hours, you pack up your kit and head to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water and some painkillers.

When you return, he’s awake, barely. Bleary reddened eyes watch you in silence as you place the glass and pills on your coffee table.

“Can you talk?” You ask.

“Oh yeeeeeaaahhhhh.” His speech seems worse now than when he’d arrived. “Ripperrrr.”

He must have really got his shit rocked. Or gotten really pissed before getting his shit rocked. You wait for him to say something more, to thank you for taking him in and fixing him up. He sits there watching you back, threading his tongue between the new gap in his teeth. As more and more time passes it becomes increasingly apparent that he has nothing to say to you. Ungrateful bastard.

Although it shouldn’t surprise you, really. Years ago, when you’d been an item, you’d patched him up plenty of times, bailed him out of prison, even gotten into fights for him, and he’d never thanked you then, either. It was always someone else’s fault, someone else’s burden. He was a martyr, and you’d believed him, every time. Right up until you’d caught him red handed, fist full of stolen cash in the middle of Central City National Bank’s vault. Although every fibre of your being wanted to hear him out, to forgive him, and take him home, you knew then and there that there was no coming back from this moment.

He knew who you were and the things you stood for, and he’s barefaced lied to you, going behind your back, living a double life as a criminal.

Shaking with anger, humiliation, and heartache, you did your best to shut him out as you hauled his ass down to the CCPD, swearing never to look back. And you didn’t; you never looked up his record, never googled his name, never asked your mutual friends about him. However, that didn’t stop you from hoping for a card in the mail every holiday, or scrolling through your camera roll with a tub of cookie dough whenever you thought about him too much or turning down every offer at a date with literally one else.

He'd been everything to you then. Now he was a crumpled mess, laying broken and battered on your couch.

“Who did this to you?” You ask, maybe because you want to hear his excuse, or maybe because you really want to know who is responsible.

“Why? You gonna arrest 'em?” Between the swollen face and the way he keeps lolling his tongue around, it's difficult to make out an emotion until he follows up with what is clearly intended as bitter sarcasm: “Myyyy hero!”

You have mixed emotions. You almost want to be proud of him for not immediately giving you a name and for feeding you a story about some guy who totally started it, but really, you knew it wasn’t that. He’d probably deserved it, probably been caught with his hands in the proverbial cookie jar by a hero bigger and stronger than you, with less emotional attachment. Or maybe he’s just intentionally being a dick, still mad at you for putting him behind bars.

“I don’t arrest people, George.” You take a deep breath, determined to sound professional. “But if needs be, I will turn them in to the police.”

“Don’t ya know; Snitches get stitches.” The more he refuses to tell you, the hotter your blood runs.

How dare he turn up here, asking for your help, then refuse to let you do your job. You’d had every right to turn him away, but you hadn’t. The least he could do was tell you why he’d darkened your doorway.

“You were a mess. You are a mess, and you know it, or else you wouldn’t have come here.” Your composure is slipping, each word growing louder and more agitated than the last. You care far more than you should, and you know it, that is the problem. “Whoever did this to you must be held accountable for their actions.”

“’Must be held accountable for their actions’, blah, blah, blah. Do they teach ya all that fancy talk at crime fighting 101 or whatever it is you do?” All the colour drains from his face as he watches your reaction, the way your face twists with anger. Instant regret. “Alright, alright, am sorry. That was uncalled for. I just… can we talk about it in the mornin’?”

“Will you still be here in the morning?”

Caught in a half lie, George falls silent, turning his head to avoid your gaze. All that red-hot rage leaves your body, replaced with a similar emptiness that settles in your chest. You’d barely gotten him out of your system when he’d turned up, and now he was practically gone already. It was for the best, really. No use mending bridges and making up with him; it would do neither of your reputations any good.

“Right. I’m going to bed. Goodnight George.” You’re gone before he can respond.

The creak of footsteps against hardwood flooring stirs you from half-sleep. For a thief, he’s awful at keeping quiet. The smart thing to do would be to check on him. He was probably halfway out of a window with his pockets full of valuables, but whatever he’d taken would be a small price to pay to not have to look at him one more time.

Light from the hallway peeped into the room, not bright enough to blind you, but enough to put you on alert to the door opening. Confused and on edge, you dart up, finding George stood at the end of the bed. He’d removed his shirt and jeans, exposing some minor cuts and bruises that you’d missed, and leaving him in nothing but his briefs. A sorry sight for sore eyes.

“Forgot how uncomfortable the couch is.” He informs you nonchalantly.

“You picked it, ‘didn’t wanna pay more than $50 on a doghouse’.” You did you best to imitate his accent, earning you a laugh. The sound was strange, you hadn’t realised you’d forgotten it until you heard it again.

“Can I?” he gestures to you, to the bed.

“How bashed up is your head? Hell no.” You pull the sheets tighter around yourself.

“Oh, come on, ya said it yourself am a mess, an’ that lumpy old thing ain’t exactly helping.” The way he waves his arms around must hurt, must be agitating his wounds, and pulling his bandages loose, but the movements are so familiar, so quintessentially him, that you can’t help but smile. Clearly knowing he’s found a weak spot, he comes closer, dropping to his knees, elbows on the bed, head cradled in his hands as he bats exaggeratedly large eyes at you. “Technically, it’s our bed anyway, so… Please?”

“Fine.” He’s pulling the sheets back before you’ve even finished. Wriggling his ass against the mattress, batting the pillows into place, too late to take it back now.

“Is that my pillow?” He asks, pointing to your side of the bed.

Originally, you’d taken it because the smell reminded you of him, but it had been such a long time. It no longer smelled of him, and you could claim that you don’t remember. “Not anymore.”

“’Fine.’” He mimics you for the second time that night, probably payback for your atrocious attempt at Australian earlier.

Awkward silence befalls the room. It’s not as bad as it had been downstairs, not as hostile, but the tension is still thick. When you’d patched him up earlier, the air had been pungent with blood and steriliser. Now though, he filled the bed with a familiar spicy musk that made you more comfortable than you’d anticipated. You wondered if you’ll wash the sheets right after he’s gone, or if you’ll be swapping the pillows around once more.

You risk a peek at him, curious if he still the same up-close, all scruff and rough and homey. His green eyes are already staring back at you. Caught out, you refuse to shy away, allowing him to watch you watch him. He’s leaner now, and you note a few tattoos you don’t recognise across his upper arm and chest.

As the minutes pass, the tension simmers. It’s almost peaceful, being so close again. It all feels so intimate, so easy, at least until he says the dumbest thing you’ve heard all day.

“What happened to us, aye?”

“What happened? You lied to me, for basically all of our relationship. You humiliated me.” Once it started coming out, it didn’t stop. Unconsciously, you sit up straight, keeping your distance as you continue to rant. “You can’t just talk your way back in here and pretend like it didn’t happen. I trusted you, and you made a fool out of me.”

“Hold on now, it’s not like that.” He remains calm, still laying back in the bed, amused by your sudden outburst. His laid-back attitude had been so charming when you’d fallen for him. Now it pissed you off.

“Then what is it like, George?” His brows don’t furrow until you reach the end of the sentence.

“Stop it.” He finally sits up, hunched to ensure eye contact. “Stop calling me that!”

Even during the worst spells of your relationship, he’s never eyed you so intensely, not in this context, at least. Back then, it might have scared you, but now you were relieved to see some real emotion from him, even if he’s picking at a scab you don’t want touched. You know exactly what he’s getting at, but you don’t want to address it, so you repeat your earlier question. “What is it like?”

“You’ve never called me George before today.” He rebuffs your question again, zeroing in on his own issue. He’d never liked his birthname, so you’d never used it—not until you’d needed a way to distance yourself from him.

“George never broke my heart.” Your voice is a whisper but he’s close enough to hear it. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he mulls over your words. Every second is like torture until you put a stop to it. You grab his pillow from the bed as you stand. “This was a mistake. Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Please don’t.” Calloused fingers wrap around your arm, not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to keep their grip as you’re tugged back onto the bed. “I’m sorry for what I did, for all of it—the fights, the stealin’. And I’m sorry I didn’t say sorry sooner.”

Those same strong fingers drag along your arms, attempting to offer comfort. Unable to muster the resolve to fight it, you let him pull you deeper onto the bed, encasing you in an embrace that is both unwelcome and wanted.

“Do you think there’s a way we can fix us?” He asks, voice cracked. He draws closer, nestling into the nook of your neck as he awaits your response.

You’ve laid awake in this very spot missing him for such a long time. Praying that one day, this exact moment might happen, but there are things you have to be certain of first. “Are you just saying all this to get laid?”

There is hesitation that briefly fills you with dread before he replies carefully. “No.”

“Will you give it all up?” You cup his cheeks, pulling him up until you’re face to face, where you can watch his reaction. You’re both so close, so ready to fold, but you can’t give up your morals, so maybe you can convince him to change. “The whole rogue thing? Will you quit?”

“Darlin’… Loving you has nothing to do with -”

You interrupt him with a kiss, a desperate attempt to change his mind before he commits to his statement. He tastes like copper and malt. Blood and beer. It reminds you of every kiss you’d shared before now. You shove your tongue inside his mouth, craving more, and he shudders in response.

When you pull away, he watches you with a dazed expression, scabbed lips pulled into a dreamy smile.

“That was ace.” Your foreheads press together, and he closes his eyes, thinking, preserving, you’re not sure, but his smile gradually falters. “But would ya do that in front of the bonze?”

“I would.” It’s an instant response, but once it leaves your mouth you know there’s a stipulation. “If you reformed.”

“We’re just goin’ around in bloody circles.” He releases you, hands thrown in the air as he falling back against the bed with a frustrated grunt. A giggle escapes your lips at the sight, but once he’s settled, you start to miss the warmth of his body with a force you hadn’t felt since the night of your breakup.

Unwilling to let the moment go just yet, you encroach his side of the bed, resting your head on his chest. He signals his approval by stroking his hand against your back.

“We’re supposed to be enemies, you know?” You’re talking to him but don’t have the strength to move in a way that allows you to look at his face. “I should hate you, why can’t I hate you?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious why.” He gives your shoulder a playful nudge. “Am just lovable.”

He laughs at his joke, wholeheartedly. You laugh, humouring his attempt to lighten the mood.

When the laughter dries up, you lay together in silence yet again, so many pauses, both of you so uncertain how to move forward. The beat of his heart thumping beneath your ears is the only sound you can make out.

“I just gotta pull one last job.” He cuts through the quiet.

“What is it?” You make the effort to angle your head upwards, but he halts you by placing his hand on the top of your head.

“Can’t tell ya.” He taps his fingers against your head the way he would a table, one fingertip at a time. It’s a nervous tick he’d picked up a long time ago. “Nothin’ personal, just don’t want ya tryna’ stop me.”

Could you call yourself a hero if you let him do whatever he was planning? If you didn’t take preventative measures, or hold him responsible for yet another crime?

“Digger, please don’t make me regret this.”

When you wake the next morning, the space beside you is empty and cold. The wrinkled outline of his body in the sheets serve as the only proof that anyone had been there the night before. No noises rung through the flat, no footsteps, no echo from the TV, no running water. Fighting through morning fuzziness you stumble out of your bedroom, searching for your missing bedfellow, only to find an open window and an empty wallet.

#captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang imagine #george digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang #digger harkness x reader #digger harkness #ssktjl #suicide squad kill the justice league #gilverrwrites

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ladyvillainous · 1 year

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Midway City: Swirling Ring of Trash in the Sky

Description

Follows the events of the 2016 movie after the Joker’s interference

Midway City Part 3 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times. Spoilers!

Word Count: 6680

It was a sombre group that made its way back down to the lobby of the building, in yet another crazy turn of events Harley was gone and so was her Puddin’. As Fade had predicted the Joker had come for his queen, no one and nothing was going to get in his way. Lawton had surprisingly come through for his new friends, refusing to kill the woman even as she flew away from them. Fade was grateful but it hadn’t been enough to save her from Waller’s wrath, the fact that the woman’s chopper went down minutes later was poetic justice, but just meant that this never-ending nightmare of a mission wasn’t over.

Fade wasn’t even aware of the tears rolling silently down her cheeks, she only knew that her heart was broken over the loss of her oldest friend.

Digger wrapped an arm around her shoulder keeping her close as they made their way out onto the street, she was grateful for the warmth and the comfort. The man had pulled her to her feet and forced her to keep putting one foot in front of the other, without it she felt she might keel over at any moment.

The rainfall mirrored her misery beautifully, the water falling on her face to wash away her grief leaving an open wound gaping in her chest. She was so lost to it that she didn’t hear Digger quietly saying her name or notice that he was pointing to something a short distance from them until she heard a voice calling out “Hey guys’ I’m back! Did you miss me? I missed you all so much”

Eyes snapping round to the source Fade broke away from Digger, bolting towards the soaking wet and shivering blonde perched atop the black car. Jumping up onto the hood as Harley slid down the windshield into her waiting arms, each woman clutching the other to her.

Fade relieved to find her friend still alive, Harley seeking comfort against the sting of loss.

Rick paused wanting to give them a moment, but they needed to keep moving, catching his eye and nodding at him over Harley’s shoulder Fade pulled back, the women breaking apart with a quiet sniff and reddened eyes. Digger reached out a hand to help Fade down, not trusting her footing in her current state, rewrapping a protective arm around her once more as Lawton pulled Harley into his arms and set her gently on the ground “We’re glad you could make it”

Digger offered the woman a small smile as he attracted her attention “Hey craziness” tossing her the bat he’d snagged from the roof.

Fade held out her hand to the woman Harley lacing her fingers through hers, falling into step with the pair of them, as a trio they wended their ungainly way along the street following the course Rick laid out for them.

***

Fade wasn’t sure how long it took to find the downed chopper, but she was feeling far more herself by the time it came into sight, though a lot wetter than usual. Digger was no longer wrapped around her but had checked she was ok before he moved off, now walking with Diablo and Croc a short distance ahead. Her friend had merely raised an eyebrow when he’d left them alone, but not asked any questions. She was intrigued to understand what was going on, if anything, between her friend and the big Aussie, but it was all too painful to think about when she’d just lost the love of her life. Fade was grateful for her silence on the subject, she wouldn’t know how to answer her questions anyway. She couldn’t deny she found the man attractive, and he’d made it clear he thought she was too, but what intrigued her was that while his personality was abrasive on the surface, there seemed to be something more underneath. He was definitely a puzzle, but one she would have to figure out another time, right now her friend needed her.

Harley hadn’t said anything about what had transpired after she left them on the roof, but Fade knew that just meant she was still processing it. Just from the simple fact that the woman wasn’t gambling about like a bunny on crack told Fade she was hurting, especially as she hadn’t let go of her hand since they’d left the building behind. Fade kept her silence too, letting Harley deal with it in her own way but squeezing her hand gently from time to time to remind her that she was there, an answering squeeze telling her that she was doing the right thing.

They hung back as Rick and Alpha team inspected the chopper with Lawton, declaring Waller missing and moving out once again. Once again Lawton and Rick seemed to be disagreeing about their next course of action, though she felt he had a point this time. Heading directly to the source of the swirling ring of trash in the sky did seem blatantly idiotic, but they were also out of options.

The rain bucketing down out of the sky was obscuring visibility and generally making things more miserable than they needed to be, thankfully the rain itself wasn’t icy but being drenched to the skin wasn’t a pleasant experience. Faces screwed up against the driving rain no one noticed that Lawton wasn’t with them until the binder hit the car next to Rick, the clearly incensed man shouting at him to tell them all the truth.

What was left of Alpha squad and the task force gathered curiously, even Fade finally locating some interest in this evening’s events.

She watched Rick closely the man looked ready to snap, more defeated than she’d ever seen him before, stepping towards him his gaze snapped up to hers. The concern etched on her features finally breaking through to him, nodding he cleared his throat, a long overdue explanation finally forthcoming.

“Three days ago, a non-human entity appeared in the subway station. Waller sent me and a woman with incredible abilities… a witch. See nobody could get near this thing but the witch could” Fade frowned, the man looked on the verge of tears but she didn’t understand why, he had a personal stake in this that was yet to be revealed, that much was clear to her “Needless to say…” he continued “The whole thing was a bad idea, that’s how she escaped from Waller” He gritted his teeth glaring at Lawton levelling him with a ferocious look, sneering at the man “So now you know”

Fade looked at Lawton the man nodding along as Rick spoke eyes on the floor, finally lifting his head to declare “You can just kill me right now…” looking round he pointed to the building next to them, Fade glancing up to see it was some kind of trendy wine bar “But I’m going to have a drink”

He strode away without a another look in the soldier’s direction, Rick shouting after him, almost pleading with him “Deadshot I need your help!”

“No sir” Deadshot called back, pausing on the threshold to look back at him “You need a miracle”

Entering the bar, he disappeared from view, Fade looking to the others for their reaction.

Harley curtsied deeply and flounced into the bar after the assassin, Digger shot Rick a contemptuous smile before following, Diablo pulling Croc along with him as he too left.

The remaining members of Alpha squad shook their heads and continued along their path, they were soldiers after all and this was their mission, whatever their personal beliefs might be. Rick looked to Katana hoping for some support, but she wouldn’t or couldn’t meet his eyes, turning and heading into the bar after the criminals, a move Fade would have never expected. Leaving her alone in the rain with her former CO, Rick looked to Fade eyes dropping to the floor defeated. He’d been treating her poorly all evening, whatever his motivations might have been, he didn’t expect any support from her.

She sighed heavily, stepping forward to place a hand on his shoulder, the man’s head snapped up hope flaring in his eyes only to be extinguished a moment later as she too walked away.

Entering the bar, she found Harley playing bartender, pouring shots of whatever she’d laid her hands on first and handing them round. Lawton and Digger were propping up the middle section of the bar, Diablo at the far end, Croc taking up residence in one of the booths nearby. Pulling herself up onto the bar Fade swung her legs over placing her feet on the bartender’s side, she could see everyone from there and reach the good liquor on the top shelf.

Waving away the shot glass Harley held out to her, she instead reached up and grabbed down a bottle of single malt, cracking the top off and swigging directly from the bottle. It burned on the way down but in a pleasant way that reminded her she was still alive and helped shake off the chill of the rain permeating her very bones.

Even Katana accepted a shot from the pretty psychopath pouring drinks, but she refused to toast to honour among thieves as declared by Lawton, stating she wasn’t a thief and walking away from them, Fade sniggering at her reaction.

Lawton didn’t take it personally though he mocked her lightly, clinking his shot against Harley’s blue umbrella’d concoction and Digger’s can of beer before downing his shot.

As had been her way most of the evening Fade found herself zoning out, occasionally swigging from the bottle in her hand, half aware of the conversation but not really paying attention. Lawton was holding court for the most part, but then Diablo spoke up. He’d been the quietest out of them all so far, hanging back not wanting to get involved but based on what they’d seen back in the building he was also the most powerful amongst them. Judging by what he was telling them about his past and the groups reaction to it, he probably had the one of the most tragic backstories too due to misuse of the same powers, it certainly explained his reluctance to use them.

Fade couldn’t help but see the irony, she was sat in a room full of thieves and murders, herself included, even Katana couldn’t say her hands were clean whatever her reasons may have been. Yet none of them were comfortable with the thought of hurting women and children, she didn’t doubt some of them had killed women, when required, they’d probably even justified it to themselves as a necessary evil but the thought of killing an innocent bothered them all.

Fade eyed Croc as Diablo spoke, he was the only one she wasn’t sure of in that regard considering the man or beast, whatever he identified as, was a self-confessed cannibal. Perhaps he too drew the line at kids but then again he might consider them a delicacy.

It was Digger’s quiet question that brought her focus back to Diablo “and the kids?”

Harley the one to respond her voice shaking “He killed them” the horrified look on Digger’s face surprised Fade but because his eyes were watery too betraying the big Aussie’s bleeding heart for all to see. Scooting sideways along the bar slightly she leant forward reaching over to place a hand on his shoulder, offering and the same comfort he’d given her this evening. He looked up at her, blinked a couple of times and pulled her hand from his shoulder to hold it tightly in his own. Fade was distracted but looked up when Harley shouted at Diablo, his own eyes tearing as he thought of his family, confessing his sins to the rest of them. The blonde continued to have a go at him though the volume of her voice dropped, Lawton attempting to get her to leave him be, but she ignored him. Fade frowned Harley had a sharp tongue at times but this wasn’t her, this was her grief talking, her mouth running away with her before her brain could catch up.

It was Digger that was the one to silence her “Why is it always a knife fight every single time you open your mouth” he demanded coldly, glaring at her across the bar Harley’s eyes widening at the challenge, but refusing to back down considering the way he was talking to her.

Fade didn’t exactly blame him, but she extracted her hand from his immediately, not that he noticed. Letting her go without sparing her a glance as he continued, a nasty edge to his voice “You know outside you’re amazing but inside… you’re ugly”

Harley bit back straight away declaring in a whisper “We all are… We all are” her voicing rising as she repeated her words driving her point home.

Digger opened his mouth to argue some more but Fade cut him off testily, a look of loathing on her face as she defended her friend “That’s enough”

The Aussie raised an eyebrow at her shocked by the look of blatant hostility on her face, a nasty snarl gracing his own as he opened his mouth once more, eyes flashing with anger locked on hers.

The sound of the door opening attracted everyone’s attention, whatever retort Digger was going to make dying on his tongue as they watched Rick enter the bar.

Fade watched him walk across the room settling on the stool between Diablo and Lawton unsurprised, he wouldn’t have just walked away from them, they were assets and his responsibility, it would be his ass on the line if he just let them walk away.

It was Harley that addressed him first, shaking her head at him “We don’t want you here”

Rick looked up to her face and then around to the rest, the truth of her words reflected back to him everywhere he looked, even by Fade.

“Did you get to the part in that binder where I was sleeping with her?” Rick admitted his attention on Lawton. No one else had seen the binder but no one reacted to the new information, it made sense when you thought about it now she had the last piece of the puzzle, but the hypocrisy of it was what pissed her off.

“Unbelievable!” She muttered swinging herself from the bar and dropping down to the floor, adding “I need some air” for whoever might be paying attention to her.

Striding from the bar into the street she was relieved to find it had stopped raining at last, she never intended to go far but she needed a moment alone. Eyeing Alpha Squad who had apparently returned to wait for their CO she turned, disappearing into the small alleyway that ran between the bar and the next building, dropping down onto her haunches her back against the wall.

Shaking her head, she fumed quietly to herself at the man’s gall, the way he’d been talking to her all night grated on her. He’d been treating them all as freaks and degenerates, but yet whole time he’d been sleeping with someone just like them. Acting like he was somehow above them, but the whole time he was no better, a murderer for his country rather than money but a murderer, nonetheless.

The sound of hurried footsteps pulled Fade back into the present suddenly aware that she was somewhat exposed and on her own, which given the current situation could be potentially hazardous to her health.

Standing and peering out into the street she was astonished to see Digger march swiftly past “Hey Digger!” she called out as he moved out of her eyeline. Backtracking he arrived back at the entrance to the alleyway moments later, an apprehensive look on his face considering they’d been on the precipice of an argument when Rick had entered the bar.

Fade shrugged waving her hand indicating she’d moved on instead cocking an eyebrow at him “You trying get your head blown off? You know Flag won’t hesitate right? He proved that earlier if you remember”

Digger nodded at her acknowledging the wordless dismissal of their almost disagreement with a small grateful smile, explaining “Flag said we were free to go”

Fade hummed in response “Seems unlikely?”

Digger laid a hand on his chest over his heart, the other palm up in front of him “Swear on me mums’ life. Smashed the gadget that makes our heads pop right in front of us and everything”

She scoffed eyebrows flying up to her hairline in shock “Well shit. Didn’t know he had it in him, the explosive is still embedded in your neck though” she pointed out.

He nodded with a smile “I know a guy back at central city” frowning slightly he appeared to be considering his next words, finally opening his mouth his decision made “Fancy comin along for the ride?”

That took Fade aback, it was quite possibly the last thing she expected him to say, “You want me to come with you?” she clarified, wondering if she misheard.

He shrugged “Why not?” downplaying the request he continued “Someone with your skill set could come in handy in my line of work”

Fade smirked at him “Oh I see it’s my skill set you want to take advantage of… nothing else”

Chuckling he stepped into the alleyway away from the interested eyes of Alpha squad, crowding her to the wall “If there’s more on offer Darl, I won’ be saying no”

“You want to get up close and personal, do you?” Fade teased as he grinned down at her “How close were you thinking?”

Stepping firmly into her personal space he placed a hand on the wall either side of her head leaning down his lips a beath away from hers “Reckon this is a pretty decent start alright”

Pausing he waited for her to decide, he’d made it clear what he wanted but she needed to decide for herself. It was only a few seconds that they stared at one another, but it felt like an eternity until Fade leant forward connecting their lips her hands flying up to wrap around his shoulders pulling him to her and pressing her body against his tightly.

She felt him smile into the kiss, pushing her back against the wall, crushing her between the brick and his bulk, arms dropping to wrap around her, holding her tightly as their mouths moved in sync.

His lips were insistent on hers demanding the surrender she was only too willing to give with the way his hands were exploring her body. When one large hand slipped underneath her jacket, she gasped his hands cold on the warm skin of her back.

Chuckling at her reaction he slid his other hand under the jacket as well sighing he used her as a hand warmer, Fade squirming under his touch. Slipping his tongue into her mouth while she was distracted the kiss turned heated in a heartbeat. Plundering her mouth, he tangled his tongue with hers enthralled with her taste undercut with the whiskey she’d been drinking moments earlier.

Fade knew she needed to stop him, she was rapidly getting punch drunk on his kisses, if she allowed this to continued much longer, she suspected she’d agree to anything he might suggest.

Placing a firm hand on his chest she pushed him away from her, stifling her own whine at the loss of contact, the world rushing to them the stillness of the night buzzing in her ears as loud as the pounding of her heart.

Digger blinked rapidly appearing a little dazed himself, recovering himself enough to grin down at her “That a yes love?”

With a deep and somewhat regretful sigh she shook her head, stepping out of his arms as his face fell “You’re really going back?”

She paused at the entrance to the alleyway “I made Flag a promise, besides I can’t leave Harley”

He nodded disappointment and resignation on his face “Shame. You and me coulda had some fun. Reckon I coulda shown you a real good time” He leered at her, his roguish charm coming as easily as breathing.

Chuckling she nodded, but not willing to say goodbye completely “Maybe you still will sometime” a grin spreading across his face when he realised, she wasn’t saying no, just not now “See you around Digger”

“Later Darl” he called after her as she exited the alleyway leaving him behind.

Returning to the bar, sad that Digger was gone but not believing for one second that it would be the last she’d ever see of him, she reached for the door just as it opened from the other side. Lawton nearly knocking her on her ass as he exited the building “You running too?” she quipped, but the man shook his head “Nah we’re gonna get this shit done”

Fade smiled when Harley appeared behind him moments later a answering wide smile on her face and a determined look in her eye.

Rick exited next, stilling when he saw Fade surprised “You’re still here?” he asked disbelieving, despite her presence in front of him.

She shrugged “Couldn’t leave Harley could I”

“I can take care of myself” the blonde countered at once slightly put out.

“Oh, I know that” Fade retorted turning to look at her as the others filed out of the building behind Rick “I was more concerned about how many of the others you’d get killed in the process” She added sweetly, motioning to them with an incline of her head, Rick snorting and then quickly covering his laughter as the woman scowled at him.

Regrouping with Alpha Squad who were actually pleased Rick had managed to talk them round, they left Rick standing awkwardly in front of Fade, a hand scratching at the back of his neck betraying his unease.

“Look Suz..” he started but she cut him off not needed the apology “It’s Fade now… and don’t worry about it”

Rick smiled tightly but nodded relieved he was getting off so easily, he should have known better.

“You know I don’t judge” she winked at him turning to join the others.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He called out hurrying after her and falling into step at her side, the group moving out with a nod of his head.

“So you’ve got a bit of a taste for the bad ones now” Fade continued, causally checking over her guns and reloading them as they walked “I don’t blame you, heart wants what the heart wants” She added slapping a fresh magazine into place with a reassuring click. Turning to look at him with a grin spreading slowly across her face she added “Then again we could be talking about something slightly further south of your heart” she dropped her gaze pointedly to his groin with an accompanying wink to finish off her point that had him barking out a loud laugh, several of Alpha squad looking around startled by the noise.

Stifling the noise quickly he grinned at her, more the man she knew right now than he’d been all night “I haven’t missed you” he declared.

Chuckling she nudged his shoulder with hers “Yeah, you have. Now come on let’s get this kamikaze mission underway”

Lawton snorted at her comment looking over his shoulder at her to ask, “In a hurry to die or something?”

Fade shrugged “I’m wet, cold, tired and let’s be honest, more than a little bored of traipsing around this damn city. If I die, well at least I know hell will be warmer than this” she finished with a smirk on her face, in no doubt where she’d end up if this mission ended badly for her.

Chuckling Lawton called over his shoulder “Meet you down there?”

“You’re on” she called back, turning to Harley as she fell back from the others to talk to her

“Where’s Boomer?” she enquired, looking over her shoulder as if the man would magically appear at her words.

Slotting her now reloaded weapons back into her holsters Fade explained with a small pang of disappointment, not that she blamed him “He took off”

Harley watched her friends face closely, spotting the flicker of emotion, a small smile springing onto her face in response, it had been a long time since she’d seen Fade interested in anyone. Even though he was gone she considered it progress “That’s a shame” she murmured still smiling even though Fade was now rolling her eyes at her tone.

“What’s a shame?”

Looking around sharply, at the familiar but unexpected voice Fade smiled in welcome, shaking her head. Harley merely shooting him a knowing glance as joined them, finishing his beer and tossing the can over his shoulder.

“You came back?” Lawton called out, acknowledging the return of the Aussie with a note of surprise in his voice.

“Yeah well, the crazy bitch is trying to destroy the world” Digger hollered back “So I figured I was screwed either way, might as well go down swinging”

Fade snickered as Rick tensed as his words “Hey that’s his girlfriend you’re talking about” she admonished him, earning a glare from the soldier “Could you not?”

“There’s no accounting for taste” interjected Lawton the disgust in his voice evident.

“Hey!” Rick reared up defending his love “June’s a good woman”

Lawton snorted at his misunderstanding “Hey I got no dispute it’s her taste I’m questioning, she went slumming with the likes of you”

“He’s got a point” Fade laughed out loud, grinning good humouredly.

“Shut up” Rick growled but couldn’t seem to prevent the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

***

Getting to the swirling vortex of death hadn’t been a problem strangely, with no sign of any more of the bubble headed creatures that used to be people. Rick informed them when asked that Enchantress’ brother Incubus feeds on a person’s lifeforce, suggesting that with the city evacuated he might be snacking on their own army. Fade scrunched up her nose in disgust at the thought, though it did mean less bad guys overall it also meant the big guy was likely to be hungry by the time they got there. Despite having scuttled away as soon as he was free to do so, now Digger was back with them, he was actively participating. Producing some sort of surveillance boomerang when they were discussing how to best find out what was going on in the station without putting anyone in danger, up until that point the best suggestion was for Fade to go have a look, something she wasn’t too thrilled about.

She was impressed when he revealed he’d made it himself, not taking offense at her amazement he just smiled at her “I might talk rough love, but I’m not as stupid as people think”

Shooting him a quick smile they followed the others to the closest subway entrance, with the intention of retrieving the demo charge that Enchantress had come so close to blowing up Rick with earlier, but found the tunnel flooded.

Luckily for them it turned out that GQ and the remaining three members of Alpha squad were Navy seals before they joined ARGUS, I quick call back to base and their scuba gear was on the way, the four of them dashing off to the rendezvous point.

Now all they had to do was sit and wait, which was easier said than done, everyone was running on adrenaline by this point amped up and ready to go but instead they could only busy themselves with checking their gear. Fade handed Harley one of her spare Mags the blonde popping out the bullets one by one transferring them to her six shooter. She went to tuck the rest of the magazine into her bra but Fade just frowned at her and snatched it away, slipping it back into her vest securely with a shake of her head. It wasn’t as bad as tucking a loaded handgun into the waistband of your trousers, but it wasn’t exactly sensible either.

Fade checked over her guns repeatedly thumbing the safety on and off, ensuring it wouldn’t jam and then reloading. It was a nervous habit she’d developed over time, something she didn’t even notice anymore but the near constant clicking of her weapons had Rick chuckling, the sound drawing her attention. Snorting with amusement as she realised what she’d been doing, the woman checked over the guns one last time and holstered them with a smirk, but now she had nothing to occupy her hands or her brain.

Watching the others instead, she found they all had their own rituals, Rick and Lawton checking over their guns as she had been, though slightly less obsessively. Digger sharpening the already razer sharp edge of a Boomerang with a small whet stone and Katana talking to the smoking sword in her hands in hushed rapid Japanese, the emotion clear in her voice.

Fade already knew Katana’s backstory, but it was no less sad hearing Rick explain it to everyone else, somehow it hit different today. They might be nothing but a bunch of morally and ethically grey criminals, but none of them had to be here each of them had chosen to take on this fight, to protect something or someone. A quiet had settled over them that bordered on uncomfortable, each lost in their own thoughts. It was Digger that broke first, unable to bear the tension he made a snarky remark, as was his way “Yeah well… you know what they say about the crazy ones”

Fade chuckled looking up at the man to find he was staring at her, a strange look on his face that she couldn’t place, but she offered him a smile that he returned as Harley called “Huh?” making them all laugh quietly.

“Good to go” GQ called into the entrance they were clustered around, Rick responding back with an affirmative, motioning for the group to follow him with a clipped “Let’s move”

Entering the main hall of the train station through the devastated subway beneath they were able to witness first-hand the damage Incubus could cause. Dead bodies and ammunition casings littered the floor, while more of the black spikey substance they’d seen earlier hung from walls and the ceiling.

Moving quickly but quietly up the stairs, they darted behind the stone pillars surrounding the open area usually full of commuters, but today only containing Enchantress and her weapon.

The light show they could see outside was emanating directly from her like glowing smoke it was mesmerizing to watch her body undulating ceaselessly as they watched enthralled.

“Hey, everyone can see all this trippy magic stuff, right?” Harley murmured quietly, a nervous edge to her voice.

Lawton nodded as Rick asked, “Yeah why?”

Harley smiled at him relieved but still not entirely convinced, explaining “I’m off my meds” something that had Fade stifling a snort of laughter.

The sound of Enchantress’ voice calling out to them was strangely unnerving, despite speaking softly her voice not raised, each of them could hear her as clearly as if she was stood next to them.

“I’ve been waiting for you all night. Step out of the shadows I won’t bite”

Fade raised an eyebrow, did the witch seriously think anyone of them would fall for that, the next second biting back a yelp of surprise as Harley deemed it a perfectly reasonable request and trotted off towards her.

"Harley!” she hissed, lunging for her almost out of cover, but Digger wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her back, holding her against him as Lawton did the same to Harley.

She stopped struggling to get to her crazy friend settling for shooting her an aggravated look that just had Harley shrugging.

“Why are you here?” the witch continued undeterred “Because the soldier led you? and all for Waller. Why do you serve those who cage you? I Am your ally and I know what you want, exactly what you want”

Fade shook her head as a strange buzzing sounded in her ears her entire body prickling all over but not unpleasantly. Closing her eyes, she felt a warm breeze on her face the warmth of the sun on her skin, a feeling of peace in her soul with only the sound of the sea surrounding her. Confused she blinked, opening her eyes to see the endless expanse of the glittering blue ocean before her, leaning back and twisting she realised she was stood on the deck of a massive sailboat, completely alone. The quiet comforting rather than fear inducing as she’d been trained to expect, she leant into the feeling, turning back to the water, and gazing over the wide expanse with a deeply satisfied sigh.

The sound of bare feet padding across the wooden boards drew her attention, but she didn’t turn, a pair of strong arms wrapping around her from behind, warm lips caressing the skin of her neck “So where to next Darl?”

The familiar cadence of Digger’s accent broke her from the trance, shocked that he would appear in what she guessed to be her most deep-seated desire. Jerking forward as she awoke from the witches’ spell, Digger’s arm still caging her dragged her back, his face buried in her hair as he muttered to himself with his eyes closed.

Looking to the others they all seemed to be locked within the spell, dazed expressions across their faces only Diablo was fighting, his face screwed up against the onslaught. A pained shout ripped from him as his eyes snapped open “Can’t change what I did and neither can you!”

Breathing hard he looked around, seeing only Fade awake and staring at him, she could only guess what the shaking and angry man had been shown. Pointing at Digger and Katana he turned to Lawton, Rick and Harley “Wake them up”

Twisting in Digger’s strong grip she fisted her hands in his jacket the best she could do in the confined space, shaking him roughly “Wake up!” he didn’t react, continuing to murmur to himself. Fade felt almost guilty waking him, his expression was so peaceful she didn’t want to tear him away from whatever he was seeing, but that wasn’t something she could allow him right now.

Reaching up she gripped his chin harshly and shouted again, louder this time but still nothing. Frowning unsure what to try, a wicked thought stole across her tired brain, if this didn’t work nothing would.

“Oh my god Harley! Put your shirt back on and stop kissing Katana” she all but screamed in his face.

Jerking awake so quickly it was almost comical Digger’s gaze cast wildly around, finally coming to rest on her upturned and grinning face. She expected a harsh rebuke or a furious complaint for tricking him, but he just gazed at her confusion clouding his eyes, hands bunching into the fabric of her jacket at her waist, seemingly unwilling to let her go.

“Digger?” She whispered gently, hand coming to rest over his chest, his heart beating wildly and erratically under her palm as he calmed slowly.

“You looked lovely in that dress” was his quiet response, Fade’s mouth falling open in surprise at his words “What dress?”

Her words and shocked expression seemed to clear the lingering traces of the spell from the man, shaking his head he let go of her abruptly, stepping back quickly and then around her. A pink tinge climbing his cheeks as he followed Diablo down the stairs into battle.

***

Groaning Fade sat up too quickly the tiles appearing to jump up and smack her in the face as she almost collapsed back down onto them. The last thing she remembered before everything went dark was being lifted up in the air, every nerve ending screaming her body taut and rigid feeling as though she was being ripped apart.

“Woah there love, steady now”

A familiar voice broke through the fog, warm hands propping her up against something just as warm but hard like the floor she was sat on.

“Feels like I got hit by a truck? What the fuck happened?” She muttered rubbing her face, peeling open her eyes and blinking rapidly up into Digger’s concerned face, confirming that she was leaning against his chest, propped up between his legs.

“She did something to ya darl. Stopped ya phasing or some shit, and then chucked you across the room” he explained, Fade nodding along it sounded familiar she just couldn’t remember it happening.

Looking slowly round Fade took in the darkened room, the earlier light show absent, chaos and devastation all around them “Did we win?” she murmured eyes straying to the panicked desperate witch surrounded by the others, Rick towering over her with her heart in his hand.

Moments later a devastated Rick crushed the heart he held in his hands falling to his knees and sobbing unashamedly, for the second time tonight Fade’s supposedly non-existent heart broke. She wanted to go to him, but her legs felt disconnected from her body, instead she leant into Diggers warm embrace, a single tear falling for her friend.

The man was surprisingly comforting though he’d had plenty of practise already this evening, making quiet shushing sounds to sooth her as she cried, she wasn’t sure why he was being so gentle with her but was too tired to question it.

A commotion by the steps drew their attention back to their fallen foe, only to see Rick rush forward with a surprised sob, pulling his lost love into his arms.

It took a moment for Fade to stop crying relief, making her tears fall even harder but it gave her enough time for her head to clear. Wondering how she had come to be tucked between Digger’s legs, in a far corner of the training station surrounded by debris, she frowned up into his tired face. “Did I land on you?” the only conclusion she could draw from their positioning.

“Sorta” he confirmed with a small wince rolling his shoulders, his aching joints cracking with the movement.

“What do you mean sorta?” she muttered still trying to make sense of what was going on

“He caught you babes” Harley announced, having bounced over to check on her now that June was once again up and about, lost love restored.

“You caught me?” Fade peered up into Digger’s face surprised.

Grabbing her friend under the arms Harley attempted to haul her to her feet, she was surprisingly strong, but Fade had to help her, pulling her shaking legs under her as Harley responded to her question matter of factly.

“Well, he cushioned your fall more than anything else, but otherwise I reckon you’d be splattered across the floor about now”

Standing upright on legs that still felt like jelly Fade raised an eyebrow at the Captain commenting “That was surprisingly selfless of you”

He barked out a laugh “What can I say sweetness I’m a nice guy”

“Yeah, I’m not buying it” Fade snorted a grin on her face as she held out a hand to help him up.

Miming an arrow to the heart he clutched at his chest “I’m wounded Darl”

“No, you’re not” she shook her head at him waving her hand in his face “Come on gimme your hand”

Reaching for her they were all surprised when Digger’s hand passed straight through hers.

Frowning Harley watched her for a moment as Fade stared at her own hands, watching herself fade in and out but without control.

“You ok babes you’re kinda flickering” she murmured taking a small step back from her, as though she was a bomb that might go off at any moment, instead holding a handout to help Digger clamber to his feet.

“Well, that’s irritating” she muttered still staring at her hands “Hope it goes away”

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