𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

chapter 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

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𝐓𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. Just as Griggs had said, why would the government be employing you to go on some mission for their national security visors? Surely this would be suicide. 

You sighed, almost getting comfortable in the wheelchair as they pushed you pas the numerous tents, overhanging's and trucks of the military. 

Yeah. This was getting weird.

With a confused squint of your brows, you heard an uncanny growl to your right and although it was painful, you turned your head to the side, eyes widening at the sight of-

"Killer Croc?" you questioned. 

Your voice had found its way into his slotted ears and although he was growling, he offered a curt nod in greeting. You and the crocodile go way back, having been some of the most notorious villains that stemmed from animalistic tendencies. Something to bond over.

You took note of the three other people strapped to a wheelchair like yourself, but hadn't enough time to actually see who they were when an ensemble of men came forward.

"Alpha, Bravo team, on me."

Him. Rick Flag.

That colonel prick from the demonstration. Standing high and mighty, somehow pretentious in the fact that he was Waller's shadow. 

"What the hell, Flag?" you heard the man at his side mutter as he stared at Croc, before his eyes flitted to you. 

Although you were restrained and incredibly exhausted, you still managed a sultry smirk which caused him to clear his throat and glance away. 

"Unlock 'em," Flag ordered with a scowl.

You glared at the approaching man as he bent down in front of you, releasing the leather straps containing your hands and legs. You were almost compelled to kick him straight in the face but you controlled yourself. First impressions are necessary. 

You stood up, cracking the sores in your back as your gaze landed on the only woman. 

"Harley fucking Quinn," you murmured in disbelief, smiling slightly when she turned around and let out an ear-splitting gasp, before squealing like she had just won a prize big as she rushed towards you.

"My main town clown!" she giggled as she fell into your arms, her grip deathly tight around your neck although you shrugged it off, knowing she had quite an aggressive approach of affection. "Hi, boys! Harley Quinn. How do you do?" the woman greeted with a wave.

You hated the way the soldiers stared at you and the others, all with cold eyes and barely-hidden sneers. Sighing, you thumped your feet against the ground, a bored hum escaping your lips which caused Rick to look over at you. You were able to get a look at the other two present; Deadshot, an infamous hitman and another you didn't quite recognized. You liked the tattoos though.