dark red.

• intro

A/N: starting out in amandas POV btw :)
song above is what I think would be Y/N's anthem, like harley's being super freak and such so start the song when it says to start it :)
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"A national hero dies..and here you are- sat like the cat that ate the canary." Tolliver spoke, leaning back as he sipped from his drink.
Amanda smirked, "I've eaten a lot of canaries then." She then cut into her steak, taking a singular bite before looking back up to Tolliver, "I've found them. The worst of the worst."
Tolliver looked directly at Amanda, "..There are rumors Amanda. Some of 'em have.. er..abilities?"
She ran her hand against her ear before nodding slowly, "The rumors are right." She then sighed, running her hands over a now pushed forward binder, "You wanna know the problem with a meta human is?"
Tolliver nodded, "What?"
"The human part. We got lucky with Superman. He shared our values...but the next Superman might not."
"You're playing with fire Amanda-"
Amanda quickly snapped back, "I'm fighting fire WITH fire."
Tolliver sighed, "You really gonna pitch us this Task Force X project again?"
She nodded. "Yes. And this time, you're going to listen." She then flipped open the binder, displaying information on Floyd Lawton.
"Floyd Lawton, aka Deadshot. Daughter, ex-wife. World's most wanted hitman..but everyone has a weakness. His weakness? An 11 year old honor student in Gotham. So..we watched her and waited."
"-And you caught him?"
Amanda shook her head, "Nono. I just gave an anonymous tip to the right man in Gotham. Then the pieces began to settle. The perfect orchestration of a symphony."
"..So where'd you put him?"
"Let's say I put him in a hole- and then threw away the hole." Amanda then flipped to the next page, the paper displaying everything on Harleen Quinzel. "Harley Quinn. Before she ran off to join the circus- she was a psychiatrist at Arkham. Assigned to the clown himself. And..when she thought she was curing him..she was really just falling in love with him. Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong. Anyway..she became the queen to the king of Gotham. And..god help who disrespected his queen."
"How'd you get her..?"
"Another kind tip to the man of the shadows within Gotham. Apparently her weakness is water. She's in the same hole as Deadshot though." She then flipped to the next page, this paper now displaying Digger Harkness. "And then..there's the Aussie. Digger Harkness..or as the tabloids call him- Captain Boomerang. Robbed every bank in Australia at-least once, so he came to America for a fresh set. Doesn't work well with others though, and eventually tangoed with a meta human and lived to tell about it." She flipped the page again, pointing down, "Have you heard about our pyrokinetic homeboy?"
"How the fuck did'ju catch him?"
"We didn't. He surrendered. A gangbanger thought he was the king of the world..till he lost his queen. Known as El Diablo. Check out this footage of a security riot. Incinerated half the yard." She displayed her phone now, Tolliver leaning in and noticing the footage. Santana was in the middle, and eventually let loose. Everyone was charred, as he laughed and pointed into the camera, challenging the guards. Amanda then flipped to the next page, pocketing her phone, "Ooh. Here's my favorite right now. Y/N Y/L/N."
Tolliver looked at the papers surrounding Y/N. "It's..all redacted?"
"Mhm. All we know was that she was in the military. Eventually she came to America and silently ran the hitman scene without ever being noticed till a few months back. She was caught. God knows why..or how. But she was. She's surprisingly good though. Some footage of her was released a few months back. Took down a full unit of heavily trained guards just to get her payment."
"How the hell do you think you'll be able to control her?"
"Because. Explosive implants more or less are a useful item to win the obedience of scumbags." Amanda then flipped to the next page, looking down at Killer Croc's face.
"What the hell is that?"
"His name is Waylon Jones..evolution took a big step backwards with him. They call him Killer Croc. He looked like a monster, so they treated him like a monster. Eventually he became a monster. Got chased out of Gotham by the bat. Looked for sanctuary."
"Did he find it?"
"Somewhat. Stuck in the same hole as Harley, Deadshot, Y/N, and our Aussie friend. But I've saved the best for last."
"What?"
She then flipped to the final page. June Moone. "Intelligent, curious and heavily interested in ancient cultures. Wandered into the wrong cave on a expedition in Peru. Opened the bottle and boom. The Enchantress."
"The fuck..?"
"Rumor is..she's got a heart. Only thing that can damage her."
"Did anyone ever find it?"
"Mhm."
"Where is it?"
"In my pocket." Amanda then set a suitcase onto the table, using her finger to unlock it and display it to Tolliver. A black and green aura-filled heart laid inside.
"What the fuck..?"
"She's vulnerable without it."
"You..you wanna put national security into the hands of criminals?" He sighed, "These are villains, Amanda. What makes you think you can control these assholes?"
"Getting people to act against their own self interests for the national security of the United States is what I do for a living. You take the finest special forces officer this nation has ever produced and put him in charge of a team of people who'll do anything for freedom and boom. Sort of a choreographed dance, no?"
"I.."
"In a world of flying men and monsters, this is the only way to protect our country. What if the next Superman decided to fly down, and rip the roof off the white house and..grab the president persay. Drop him millions of feet and not even be prosecuted because we don't even know how to put him in handcuffs?"
"I'll set up a meeting then, Amanda."
"Good. I'll set up the squad."

FAST-FORWARD A FEW DAYS, WHERE THE SQUAD IS NOW BEING GATHERED. NOW IN Y/NS POV. START MUSIC AROUND HERE.

"Get up." Griggs shouted, banging on the door. I jolted awake, looking at the door and raising my fists. No more of this stupid treatment.
The door slammed open and 2 guards stepped in the room, immediately tazing me. I fell to the floor, slightly convulsing as they removed the prongs. Griggs stood over me, giving that evil toothy grin of his before I was lifted up and put onto a wheelchair, fully strapped in.
They wheeled me down the echoing and eery halls of Belle Reve. Eventually I was brought up to a small extended room, where a few doctors were shuffling around. They brought me up to the desk they were at as one of the female doctors grabbed a needle.
"Hey..hey, hon? You hear me right?" I looked over, giving her a grin hoping it'd work. She ignored me though, placing the needle to my neck, "Put that shit in me and I'll have this shit looking like the Fourth of July." She continued, the implant arming and now fully in the base of my head. They wheeled me forward again, bringing me out to a enclosed area. I looked around as a few others looked too. Harley fucking Quinn. In the flesh. I was sort of a fan of her- mainly because she had been putting up with Joker her whole adult life. Deadshot, Killer Croc, Captain Boomerang and El Diablo were there too. I walked over to my area, picking up my bag as I looked inside. My suit. Oh how I missed my suit. Annoying thing was- no privacy. I exchanged a quick look with a guy. Around 6'2. Brown hair, I think? He was semi attractive. Not like I could even go up to him without him screaming and running away. I slipped off my shirt as everyone was preoccupied with Harley. I put on my suit afterward, slipping on my jacket. As I turned around, the man quickly looked away. He..wasn't staring at Harley? Odd. She's beautiful.
"What's your name?" Harley asked over to me, smiling.
"Y/N." I managed a grin as I picked up my carbine and pistols, holstering them both.
Harley stepped over to me, "What'cha thinkin'..Can tell you have your mind on something sweetheart."
I turned, being fully ready as some of the other members exchanged a few words, "I'm a..big fan. Love your work. Preferably if you were away from Joker."
Harley's facial expression was hard to read, "Oh." She then smiled a moment, hugging me. Was this the first time someone idolized her? "Thank you.."
She then let go as the man who I previously exchanged looks with walked to the front of us all now, looking.  "This is your god." He held out a tablet now, the face of a middle-aged woman appearing.
"I'm Amanda Waller." She spoke over the tablet now, "The injection you got was a explosive implant. If you disobey my orders, your head is blown off. Your mission is to infiltrate the center of Gotham City Hall and shut down whatever is exactly going on there. Good?"
The others all nodded as I sighed, "Is that supposed to be a motivational speech?"
"It's the only speech you're getting." The man ended the call. He then straightened his posture, "My name's Rick Flag. I'll be your well..leader for the time being. If you follow through on the orders, you'll get 10 years off your sentence."
I looked to Deadshot, the two of us exchanging a "what in the actual fuck" look. "..Only 10 years?" I finally let go, now staring at Rick.
Rick furrowed his eyebrows as he looked to me, "Shouldn't have done it in the first place."
"..Shouldn't have done it? Christ." I rolled my eyes as he grinned.
"Anyways. Follow me. We'll be on a plane to Gotham. Grab anything you need, we ain't coming back for a while."
The others exchanged a few looks as Flag walked out the gate, getting into the plane. Dead-shot walked beside me as we all made our way to the plane. "So, what do you think this is for?" I looked at him,
"Something weird..why else would they take out a bunch of convicted criminals?"
I grinned, "You got that right." We both sat down in the plane now, leaning back. "Why do you think they brought the Colonel in?"
"Somehow to keep us in check. Innocent war-boy to make us feel bad for." He chuckled.
Harley sat down, looking to us, "Who're you two?" She gave a gentle smile.
"Y/N."
Deadshot added on, "Floyd."
Harley held out her hand, "Harley Quinn."
I shook her hand as Dead-shot gave an acknowledging nod. "What'd you do?" I looked at Harley fully now.
"Batsy' caught me off guard. Threw me in a cell with electrified bars."
"..You kidding me?"
She shook her head, "Nope."
I didn't know how to react. Harley genuinely didn't seem too bad. Jokers influence ruined her though. But really? Electrified bars? "Batman caught me off guard too. In an alley-way. On Christmas Eve. When I was out with my daughter." Dead-shot spoke, taking up the silence. But even that was annoying. Using Floyd's daughter as leverage. What a fucking coward.
"Fuck Batman." I blurted out, obviously annoyed with his behavior in both stories.
Harley smiled, "Fuck Batman."