Code Name Punchline: Rick Flag x Reader

Sparring - Rick Flag x Reader

In order to be on the Suicide Squad, you had to stay in shape.

It made sense, then, that most of the members gathered together every Thursday in the Belle Reve gym, to work out - Flag, Y/N, Harley, Boomerang, and Blackguard, some of the most feared antiheroes the world had known.

"Who do you think would win in a fight?" Harley asked thoughtfully, sipping chocolate milk through a crazy straw and lifting a weight. "Y/N, or Rick? Flag, or Punchline-"

"That's enough, Harley," Rick interrupted, cheeks turning red. "And, uh... I don't know. Y/N's pretty tough, but I'm... you know."

"You're what, mate?" asked Boomerang. "If you ask me, you'd go down like a tree-"

"Good thing I didn't ask, Boomer. And aren't you slightly biased?"

"Oh, in what way?"

Rick shrugged.

"I don't know. Y/N. Seems like you've always had kind of a thing for her."

"She's my friend. My friend, who would kick your sorry ass, by the way."

"What're we talking about?" you asked, carrying a dumbbell. Rick swallowed.

"We were just discussing who would win in a fight, love," Boomerang informed you, and Rick glared at him. "For what it's worth... I think it's you."

"Yeah, me too," added Harley. Blackguard nodded. Rick's mouth dropped open.

"Are you kiddin' me? Really?"

"Don't take it personal, Flag," Harley assured him. "You're good and all, but... Y/N's light on her feet. You punch real good, but you ain't fast."

Rick swallowed.

"Y'know," said Boomerang, coyly, "There is a way to settle this little matter of ours-"

"No," Rick insisted. "No, no, no-"

"Are you chicken, Flag? Come on, fight her-"

"Boomerang," you muttered, out of the corner of your mouth. "Boomer, what the hell are you doing-"

"Just tryna see if he'll go for it-"

"Sure," Rick said, out of nowhere. "Sure, yeah. I'll fight you."

Rick stood up, towering over you and extending a hand. You follow him into the ring, ducking under the rope.

"Flag, I'm not sure this is a good idea-"

"Plant your feet," Rick instructs you, and you scowl.

"Flag, half my talent is about not planting my feet - I'm a ballerina, remember? I'm supposed to be light on my feet."

"Yeah, and that works fine if you want to run from every fight - but if you want to land a punch, you can't do it that way-"

"This is so boring!" Blackguard shouted, and you sighed.

"He's right, Flag. Either fight me - or don't."

Without warning, Rick dove toward you, and you spun out of the way, leaping onto his back and choking him between your thighs.

"Yield, Flag-"

"No," he choked out, freeing himself from your grasp and pinning you to the floor.

Rick winked at you, securing your wrists above your head, and you huffed, struggling under him.

"See this?" he said to the others. "I told you-"

You freed one of your hands, punching him in the face and escaping his grasp. Quickly, you twisted his arm behind his back, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Yield, Flag."

"N-no-"

"Yield, Flag."

He nodded.

"Say it."

"I yield," Rick grumbled. "I yield."

You smirked at him, exiting the ring. You raised your hands, and both Blackguard and Harley high-fived you. Boomerang leaned in-

"Knew you could."