Suicide Squad with a Twist

Chapter 12

The Joker and Harley's copter had started to gain speed now leaving Midway City and heading towards Gotham. They were nearing their club and Harley was sleeping soundly cuddled up beside The Joker. He, however didn't get a wink. His eyes were focused on the back of the aircraft where Batman had entered. He couldn't sleep knowing another enemy could come flying in here and bring both their asses back to Arkham, or worse, Belle Reve!

A gruff, cold voice interrupted his worrying thoughts. "Boss, we're almost there." Frost said plain and simple. The Joker nodded flicking his eyes back to Harley in his arms wrapping her hands around his chest. He gently tucked a strand of platinum hair behind her ear. Smiling softly he looked back to Frost. At least he didn't see that! He chuckled grinning leaning back against the metal wall.

The squad

The gang were nearing the location Waller was reported last. Deadshot was walking beside Rick reloading and swapping guns. Every now and then Flag looked down at the mini map on his phone. Batman had disappeared into the night after they left the bar, not that anyone really cared anyways. Captain Boomerang presumed he was tracking down Waller or The Clowns, but that was only a guess.

The red beeping dot on the map was coming closer as they neared the large swirling tornado of trash. Deadshot chuckled "Of course she had to be dragged off here!" He said as they stopped outside the subway entrance. "Ok-" Rick started turning around to face the team "-Waller is being held by The Witch over there." He motioned towards the large building with the flying trash "There's a bomb in the flooded subway that we can use to take down her brother, so I'm sending a team down there." He explained picking out soldiers from the group. Killer Croc stepped forward "I'm going. That's my home down there, your just the tourists." He said in a deep voice taking his jacket off. Rick nodded stepping aside as the reptilian man walked into the shelter heading for the stairs. "Radio us when your in position, we'll try and push him above the bomb and then you detonate." He said to one of the soldiers following Croc. The soldier nodded leaving Flag outside with the rest of the gang.

"Come on, it won't take them long to get to the bomb.." He stated leading the group to the destroyed building. Deadshot stayed behind Rick. He had to admit, he missed Harley. He kept saying The Joker wasn't good for her, but she never listened. She would always answer back with 'But I love him and he loves me'. To be honest it was getting a bit old now. But this time, The Clown Prince of Crime actually proved such a thing...He actually tried to win Harley back after the whole car in water bet. Floyd still couldn't believe it. He heard stories about The Joker hitting Harley and even using her as a personal stripper at his club, never would he have thought the green haired clown actually felt love!

His mind-racing thoughts were interrupted by a thick Australian accent. "Ay mate! I bet ol'Croccy ain't gonna make it to the bomb." Boomer chuckled flipping a boomerang in his hand. Lawton raised a brow in question "Why do you say that?" He asked looking at him in the corner of his eye. The Aussie laughed "Cause he brought no oxygen gear with'em!" He grinned looking up at Deadshot who rolled his eyes sighing. "What?" Captain Boomerang asked narrowing his eyes. "Nothing...Come on Flag is there!" The marksman exclaimed jogging up to the awaiting soldier. They were all standing behind pillars. Enchantress and her brother were situated on the opposite side of the building.

"Ok, they radioed me. A few enemies have attacked but Waylon is nearing the bomb. We will have to distract the brother until he's in the corner." Flag commanded looking at each member. Deadshot nodded equipping a gun with Boomer taking out some boomerangs.

"You won't get him in the corner with those..." Interrupted a stern deep voice from the shadows. Everyone turned their heads and weapons to no other than Batman. His injuries were given attention and his limp was less obvious. "What would you suggest then?" Rick questioned lowering his gun. El Diablo stepped forward before Batman could answer "I could try." He proposed. Flag shrugged and stepped aside as the tattooed mans hands started to catch fire. Deadshot leant forward whispering in his ear "Light'em up." He chuckled giving him a soft smile.