Harley's POV
My eyes fluttered open. It looks like I was in a bar that had been rented out or even abandoned. I stood up from the floor and everyone was sitting at the bar stools.
"What happened?"
"You passed out from the bomb explosion. Then I carried you out. And now we're here."
I winked at Floyd.
"So. Lady. You gonna make us drinks or what? Let's celebrate from finishing the first mission."
"Celebrate? Christopher died."
"We'll do it in his honor." Deadshot nodded.
I walked behind the bar. "Watcha having?"
"Beer." Waylon stood as I passed him a beer.
"Whiskey."
Floyd pointed to his shot glass. "What am I, Twelve?"
I gave him a bigger glass.
"How 'bout you, hot stuff?" I asked.
"Water." Diablo replied.
"That's a good idea, honey." My heels clicked as I walked up to him and gave him his water.
"I really thought the lighter thing was gonna work. You see-" George began to explain his technique.
"No. Diablo is not a baby." I said.
"Awe do you want me to burp you?" He said in a baby voice.
"Ha..I love these guys." I pointed to George forcing a hug to Diablo.
"All this 'superhero' fighting is starting to sink in." I said.
"Don't forget. We're the bad guys."
"Let's do something fun." I said.
"I don't think we should be playing around."
"Come on. Got anything better to do?" I grabbed my bat.
Song: 'Sugar, We're Going Down' by Fall Out Boy
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The Suicide Squad
Fanfiction*WARNING* This story is under construction. Any weird quirks you come across, I'm working on it to improve the quality of the story for you readers. Just updated chapter #1 Villians are forced to turn into haunted heroes... All starting with Harley...
