𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 {Mᴜʟᴛɪ-ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs} (COMPLETED)

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒉 (Winx Club x male!Deadshot!reader)

Okay, so I really don't know how this is going to turn out. I never thought I'd write something with Suicide Squad but here I am. Please note and take into account that I haven't watched it in a while or the new one. This is purely based on what I remember.

The Winx will be using Harmonix.

Also, this was requested by Puppet198463.

🌱Dreary_October🌱
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Bloom's POV:

"I don't know about this Bloom," Stella murmured, staring at the white board that had pictures pinned of 'Task Force X'.

"I agree. These people haven't done anything to us and we can't prove that the recent attacks on fairies on Earth are caused by them." Ayesha explained.

"And, let's not forget that the Trix are the ones who gave us this tip." Techna added.

"I know," I sighed, looking away from the board to face my best friends,"But what choice do we have? We can't pin this on the Trix and these people are worse than them."

"Okay," Musa stood up,"Let's say we go to Earth and corner these people, than what?"

"We'll just ask them about the attacks and won't fight them unless we have to." I answered.

"We'll be in and out." I said.

"Okay, and if it isn't them?" Flora questioned.

"Than we'll come back here and face the Trix."

(Two Days Later)

(Earth/Gothum)

Y/n's POV:

I whistled a tune, loading my sniper as I positioned myself on the rooftop, Harley at my side.

"Are ya sure we're on the right buildin', junior?" She questioned, blowing a bubble as she wiped down her pistol.

I sighed, positioning my rifle at the entrance of the club two yards away, before I faced the blonde psycho.

"Yes and stop calling me junior. It's Y/n." I reminded her.

I grabbed her pistol form her hands, unloading it before giving it back.

"You could've shot yourself, pyshco." I muttered, looking through the scope.

"Never knew he had a son." She mumbled, putting her pistol in the holster on her belt.

I shrugged,"There's a lot of things you don't know about my dad, Harlene."

"Harley." She corrected.

"Harlene."

"Are ya sure that bastard is even here?"

"Trust me," I scowled,"Mr Yang never misses Friday nights at this brothel."

"If ya say so."

I looked at her,"Why do you doubt me?"

"I'm not. I just like pressing ya buttons." She cackled.

"I've noticed."

I looked back through the scope, smirking as the door opened and out stepped the grease ball, with a women on each side of him.

I held my finger over the trigger, making sure my aim was right, before I pushed it, sending the bullet right through My Yang's head.

The two women screamed as his blood splattered on the door behind them, his body dropping to the ground. His men began looking around the area.