Devoted to Destruction ❖ SUICIDE SQUAD

Devoted to Destruction ❖ SUICIDE SQUAD

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MJ (on hiatus) By grandeiisms Completed

"I can smell your fear, Edwards. So I'll give you - and ONLY YOU - my ʀᴇᴀʟ answer to that stupid question Flag asked me back at Belle Reve. The only reason that I'm here is to ᴡʀᴇᴀᴋ. ʜᴀᴠᴏᴄ. Everybody I know is either dead or prayin' that I'll change." She chuckled. "Yeah, maybe one day. But tomorrow I'll be back at it, just like that. Know why? Cause for me, bad habits die hard. That's how it is with me. I live fast, I die hard. So I'm gonna tell you somethin'. And you better fuckin' remember it." She leaned in close to his face, her eyes suddenly snakelike. "ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ YOU'LL ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ."


Athena Crossbones, aka Disaster, is completely crazy, sarcastic, and always creates destruction wherever she goes. She's a lone wolf with a forgotten past, and doesn't work well with people. And her powers are uncontrollably dangerous, making her the ideal metahuman for Waller's Task Force X. 

Athena expects to be able to roam free and kill everyone who stops her, especially after six years in solitary confinement. But it's not just the threat of her own death that stops her. 

Oh, and did I mention that she's got a witch in her head?

ʙʟᴜʀʙ ɪs ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ "ᴡʀᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴏᴄ" ʙʏ sᴋʏʟᴀʀ ɢʀᴇʏ
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So you wanna play with magic boy you should know who your fallin for baby do you dare to do this
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excuse mae? Mae I have some coffee at table 5? me and my gramea would like some homemaed cookies to. thank you, Mae we met again sometime *country voice*
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