❝ LOVE DOESN'T ALWAYS RAGE LIKE A FIRE, IT CAN COOL LIKE STILL WATER. ❞
in which chandler kemp is shown that not every war is worth the battles.
FULL SUMMARY INSIDE
SUICIDE SQUAD
RICK FLAG
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THE city was covered in debris, scraps of buildings, chunks of cars and corpses. Everything had turned into a chaotic frenzy with the storm raging in the heart of Midtown. Flag stood at the front, his face steely, ready for the battle ahead. There was no other time he had been so at peace and so terrified during the middle of a battle.
Chandler stood at the back beside Harley. She smacked her gum loudly in a way that kept Chandler on edge.
"Heya, Angel. Ya finally sacked 'em?" Harley asked, making the young woman blush bright. Harley grinned at her reaction, her question resolved as she turned back to the sight before them. "Good, I was hopin' you'd do so before I had ta go back ta Hell," she explained with a shrug.
At Harley's words, Chandler stopped, her thoughts reeling. The world coming back into focus as she realized she was working with society's most wanted villains. Once this mission was over, she'd probably over ever see them in the news. Chandler had become rather fond of most of them.
Harley Quinn still being a real girl's girl at heart. Deadshot a sweetheart. Boomerang was probably at least a romantic drunk underneath all the vulgarity. Killer Croc seemed simple enough. And Diablo, well, she already knew the man beneath the mask.
She smiled to herself, although it was sad. She promised herself when this battle was over, the men and women she fought in arms with would have her respect. She would visit them if they wanted her to and she would act no differently then she did at the present.
The squad had finally arrived a good distance from the building to where Boomerang could launch one of his boomerangs into the chaos to see some of the damage that waited for them.
"We think that thing's a weapon," Flag explained as the boomerang hovered over the broadened scene. "Here. Lower," he asked, Boomerang expanding the picture so they could see another creature similar to the Enchantress.
"We gotta take out the big one," Deadshot stated as it looked into the camera and broke it. Boomerang threw his phone on the ground in annoyance as they continued.
"I left a big ass demo charge down there in the subway. There's a flooded tunnel... Leads right under that building," Flag explained to Deadshot mostly. "SEALs, that can recover the charge, swim underneath that thing's feet. We get in its face and distract the hell out of that son of a bitch, so the swimmers can blow the bomb." He paused a moment, glancing at his team. "That's how we take it out."
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THEY arrived at the building the Enchantress had to hold herself in. The SEALs prepared their weapons, Killer Croc standing behind them to help.
Before Flag was ready to say move out, he walked over to Chandler, her fingers flexed before she drummed them in sequence around the hilt of her gun. She looked up at Flag and he stopped a moment, looking into her dark eyes. They were so calm, the most since he'd first met her. She was calm, the drumming wasn't out of nervousness but habit. Her hands didn't shake, they stayed as steady as a rock.
"Since Katana's saying her goodbyes, maybe we should too," Flag whispered to her.
Everyone but Harley turned their eyes away as if they hadn't heard anything. Harley, on the other hand, wanted to know what was happening, their love like a drama she'd never be able to see after all of this happened. She needed to soak it in so she could remember it later when she was on the edge of boredom.
"No," she told him, stoic.
"Chandler," he whispered, his voice low and tired. He had come to hate fighting her.
"I don't say goodbye, no matter what you think is going to happen. Even if I'm there, lying on my back bleeding out. You'll be there, and maybe I'll be gone for awhile but I know I'll see you again," she whispered, her hands clenched tightly as she said it.
Flag stared at her and nodded even if he didn't agree with it.
Chandler didn't bother to worry herself about his emotions, her calves flexed and she ignored what Rick had continued to say. Her lips were on his in a second, pulling him to her by the lapels of his collar. Rick Flag stood in shock, his hands by his side and his eyes wide open. A slight twitch of his fingers and a flutter of his eyes and he pulled her closer. They stood for a moment, just saying a goodbye in different terms and everyone was watching.
When they parted, Harley was tempted to clap but seeing they were headed to their deaths she stopped herself. She didn't want to taint this memory in case only one-party survived.
Flag took a moment, words exchanged between the two red-faced sweethearts. Chandler whispered a small, odd, 'catch you on the flip side' that made Rick laugh under his breath.
"It's probably time to go," Chandler pointed out. FLag nodded turning to the villains who tried to look innocent.
"Let's do this."
They filed out of the hall an into a bloodbath of soldiers and strange pieces of dark matter protruding from the pillars of the subway. Deadshot and Flag stormed the front while Harley chattered Chandler's ear off in the back. She wasn't listening though, as she eavesdropped in on the men's conversation.
Deadshot understood the main points of the current dilemma. "You must've really loved her," Deadshot stated, looking around at the carnage. Flag nodded at his stupidity, but he knew it would have ended like this either way.
"Man, I thought love was bullshit," Flag told Deadshot, he laughed a bit when Deadshot looked his way stuttering a 'dead serious'. IN the matter of time they had been together, Deadshot had turned into a man Flag could trust in a strange way. "Desire, mutual benefit, whatever. I mean, I get that, it's what I had with June.
"But actual love?" he asked, astounded at the fact he would come to it soon. Plunged feet first into the deep end. "I rated that with UFOs. Lot of believers, no proof." He paused, looking Deadshot in the eye. "And then I met Chandler. I still like June, it's not like I can completely eradicate her from my life, she's still a person who is trapped inside that monster, but I can't believe I've dragged it all the way through Hell and back for this fight."
Deadshot gave him a hard gaze. "Do what you gotta do."
Chandler, at the back, smiled to herself as she heard Rick talk about her. Although June was pushed in there, she understood what he meant. She didn't expect him to just throw her to the curb when they kissed in the subway. There needed to be a time for healing and then a time for them. Just them. In bliss. No wars to be fought, no struggled to overcome, and in a truly blissful world, no Amanda Waller barking up her ass.
