The Suicide Squad - Strange Voodoo

Madame Marie Lavaeu

(LUCY POV)

It had been days now that I was stuck in this weird, suburban home. I can't even stress how strange it is to be in the predicament I'm in.

They announced a quarantine so strict over the news that I'd probably be arrested if I left my captors home. On top of that, my captor wasn't even home. And the cherry on top? I was actually...enjoying it here?

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'd like this a lot more if I was in the comfort of my own home but something about being waited on constantly made me relish this. I just couldn't shake this whole thing.

It felt like the world was ending the way I was taken out of the blue, thrown in a random room, escaped, and fell into the clutches of the bad guys. Well, supposed bad guys.

The Joker was the worst! And yet I wasn't hurt. Instead I got pizza, ice cream, tv, and lots of leniency to move around. My mind was constantly on Zoey on the rest, still probably stuck in that room. I don't even know how anyone could survive in those conditions for long.

What the hell was even going on? I had to find out. I had to do something.

While I had access to mostly everything, there was just one room I couldn't get near. And, of course, I would be most attracted to the multitude of signs threatening death if I even approached. I was convinced the doorknob would shock me to death if I so much as touched it.

But I took that chance today. In the early, dark hours of the morning, I walked to the threatening door and I grabbed the knob with sheer reluctance. No shock. No pain.

I twisted it and it opened...

And what I found inside? I wasn't ready for...

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(Normal POV)

"How long do we keep walking?" Deadshot asked as he panted.

Harley giggled. "Too much junk in the trunk?"

"Hey, not even." Deadshot replied.

"Where even are we?" Ivy asked as she looked around.

"Keep walking." Flagg sighed. "It's like dealing with a bunch of kids, goddamn."

Harley noticed a familiar sign at a distance and squinted her eyes.

Monarch Playing Card Company.

She felt her heart sink as she read those familiar words. Were they really this close to...?

She felt a sense of satisfaction. Judging by the direction they were walking, she knew for sure they'd be encountering a very destroyed Ace Chemicals, and damn if she didn't want to see Joker's face when he saw it completely destroyed, thanks to her.

As they neared the chemical plant, Harley's excitement was difficult to contain. She had a large grin on her face and developed a spring in her step. Ivy noticed this and smirked, wondering what she was up to.

"So, since you're all asking, we're walking to Gotham Harbor, but obviously taking the long route." Flagg explaining, stopping them in their tracks. "Here's the breakdown, and I'm pretty sure the likes of the Riddler and Penguin have figured this shit out."

Edward & Oswald narrowed their eyes and awaited Flagg's next words.

"This new danger our city faces is bigger than all of us." Flagg announced. He brought out an iPad and displayed the photo of an older woman resembling what you'd typically picture as a witch. "This is Madame Laveau, Marie Laveau to be exact. She's into voodoo dolls, herbs, and a lot of other weird shit. We're still trying to factor in the microchips but that may not be as important a detail as this hag."

"Are you serious?" Ivy asked in utter disbelief.

"As a fucking heart attack." Flagg stated.

"Well, shit, I don't know about y'all but I ain't killing no woman." Deadshot shook his head.

"Oh, that's not a problem," Harley spoke up, "we got a killer clown here who happens to be an equal opportunity killer." She spoke of Joker, who laughed out loud.

"Oh, you know me so well, my dear." Joker laughed, and Harley rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to punch him in the face.

"Alright," Flagg rolled his eyes, "let's keep moving. We gotta take cover for a bit, relax and recoup."

The group kept walking and once again, Harley was itching to walk faster and get closer to the tattered remains of her former place of origin. Both hers and Jokers. To her, the Ace Chemical plant served as a painful reminder of who she had chosen to be as influenced by a manipulative asshole. Much like her, the chemical plant was personal to him as well. Joker was born here. And though his evil tendencies weren't exactly born here, they were encouraged and thrived because of this one place.

This one place that no longer existed, or so Harley thought.

So you could imagine her surprise when the chemical plant was within their line of sight, and beautifully remodeled.

"Oops!" Joker spoke in a whisper as he walked up behind Harley, his hand slithering around her, "Seems you may not know me well enough."