i recently watched this amazing movie & loved every second of it so i thought, why not make an imagine book for the characters?
i write the reader as a girl
>> lowercase intended
(A/N: THE SCENES WONT BE EXACTLY THE SAME AS SUICIDE SQUAD)
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imagine: being apart of the suicide squad and being the most powerful, insane member making everyone afraid of you.
you had been locked up now for a long time, you didn't know the exact time due to you having no actual way of telling what date it was. you didn't even know if your birthday or christmas had passed. the reason you were locked away in this boring hell hole was because of the stupid bat who had managed to catch you during one of your many robberies. you had put up a good fight, due to you being an amazing fighter, having very fast reflexes and being immortal of course.
you didn't know what had happened to you, you were taken away by some doctors when you were young and they injected you with many different substances, but you were too young to know what they were actually doing so you let them get on with it. now, 20 years later, you have supernatural strength, and supernatural senses, along with the fact that you cannot be killed... ever. the substances also messed up your mental health, making you crazy, insane. you rarely had any feelings and when you did, it was mostly anger.
unfortunately, the bat managed to knock you out with a bullet to the head. and that's why you are where you are today. you had been locked away in a cell that held only a bed and a barricaded window. you spent your days laughing at your own thoughts and jokes, along with annoying the guards to the point where they had to come in and put you to sleep for you to stop.
you woke up one morning, to the same blank walls. at first, it bothered you, you wanted to be out in the world. but after a couple of months you got used to it, even though you still wouldn't deny that you'd like a change of scenery. you sat cross legged on your bed that was really just an uncomfortable mattress, some nights you'd sleep on the floor thinking it was actually more comfortable. you looked around the room, looking for some sort of entertainment which was a routine but you never did actually find something. your head snapped towards the door once you heard the keys being turned, signalling someone was about to come in.
this left you feeling confused, people never came into the cell unless it was to shut you up. you looked at the intruder to notice it was one of the guards, with a woman you had never seen before behind him.
"you must be y/n, the insane immortal?" she asked, in a rude tone.
"is that my name out there? in the actual world? if so, then yes, it is i" you giggled, spinning around the room.
"i have no time for your games, you and the other lunatics in this place are joining forces to defeat someone i can't. you need to come with us right away" she told you, looking at you in disgust.
"hey, no need to be rude lady, i never did shit to you so just calm it down a little yeah? or i might accidentally slit your throat" you threatened.
this caused the guard to grab you roughly by the arms and drag you out of the room and onto a chair which had wheels on the bottom, he then proceeded to strap your arms to the chair arms and your body to the seat.
"aww, and here i was thinking you trusted me" you fake pouted, letting out a loud laugh afterwards.
the guard ignored your comment and wheeled you away to god knows where.
//
you were outside, making you smile slightly at the smell of fresh air. something you hadn't been able to feel or smell for a while. you were surrounded by lots of people with guns, guards and of course the other inmates. you had never seen half of them before, let alone spoken to them. the ones you had seen were deadshot, diablo & harley. you were all stood in a line, listening to the woman who had spoken to you rudely earlier tell you about how you were all going to go out and defeat a powerful villain together.
"what's in it for us? i mean it must be important for you to get all us to defeat whoever this person is and i refuse to do it for free" you told rick, the leader of your group.
the others nodding in agreement, all wanting something in return.
"you all get ten years taken off your prison sentence" he told you briefly.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the useless reward.
"still doesn't mean i'm going to get out before i die" you mumbled, kicking stones with your rugged shoes.
"hey, don't worry, you already look like you're near your deathbed anyways.. not long now" you heard boomerang joke, with a smirk making your blood boil.
you sped over to the aussie, giving him a cold glare as you knocked him to the floor with a punch and straddled him.
"listen here bastard, you should know that you don't fucking mess with me! i can end your life and do my nails at the same time so don't even try" you hissed, your hands wrapped roughly around his throat.
he nodded frantically, trying to get your hands away from his throat. you smiled, happy he had agreed and jumped up, skipping back to your previous spot with a huge smile on your face, like nothing happened.
"so when are we going?" you asked rick whilst the others looked at you in fear and disbelief.
//
you walked down the streets of midway city with a smile on your face. you was happy to have all your things back including: your guns, your lucky knife & your outfit which consisted of a white tank top, a black leather jacket, some black ripped skinny jeans and black boots.
you were loving it so much that you didn't even notice a deranged looking creature creep up behind you and stabbing you with what looked like some kind of sword. you moaned in pain as the others were quick to attack the stranger, shooting it until it was dead. you winced, lifting your top up to look at the injury.
"oh my god, you're going to die! quick apply pressure to it whilst i find a first aid kit" rick told you, beginning to rush off to get the kit.
"didn't you forget that i was immortal? which also means i heal pretty fast" you told him, already noticing the wound start to fade.
the others looked at you wide eyed with open mouths which made you release a set of giggles.
"what? never seen an immortal before?" you teased, rubbing the area where the cut used to be.
"she's one scary woman" you heard someone whisper behind you making you smirk.
"now come on guys, we have some crazy people to kill! don't want to keep them waiting, they might think we're standing them up" you smiled, walking down the street with the rest following you.
"i'm beginning to think she's crazier than you harley" you heard deadshot laugh making you turn around with narrowed eyes.
"don't call me crazy.. unstable maybe, insane.. absolutely but not crazy! and if i ever hear any of you idiots calling me crazy, including you rick.. i will happily stab you to death and enjoy every second of it! remember, i am immortal, meaning the bomb won't do anything to me, i'll be back to my normal self within ten minutes" you laughed crazily.
this made them all freeze at the realisation that you could kill them all if you wanted, nobody could do anything to stop you. and from that moment on, nobody said shit about you again.
