GONER { SUICIDE SQUAD }

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"Question," his deep rasp voice jagged my mind like a dagger. The steamy smell of chemicals running through my body, giving me chills. I turn to him, my eyes setting onto the crazy man. The man I have fallen inlove with. The man who loves to see me suffer.

"Would you die for Me?" I stare at him, imaging me being shot for him. "Yes." I say, lost in his trance. He breaks the stare and looks up, his hand resting on my cheek. "That's too easy.." I tilted my head slightly, my hands starting to feel warm. "Would you," he paused, thinking.

"Would you live for Me?" I was confused by his question and tone, but I also was not. "Hm?" I swallowed. "Yes." His nails softly scratching my cheek. "Careful," He started. "Do not say this oath, thoughtlessly." I nodded slightly, his left hand covering my mouth. The smiling tattoo now replacing my own.
"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." He lightly drops his hand, softly playing with my bottom lip. "Do you want this?" I nodded. "I Do,"
"Say it. Say it. Say it. Pretty pretty pretty.." I smirked a small bit, not caring how close we are. "Please." His hand left my lips, and he smiled.

"Your so good." He said, his hands turning into fists. He starts to chuckle, his toothy grin making an appearance. "Baby, if you really want me.. be with me. Join Me! Let us be one. Harley Quinn and Mister J. Unstobable!" He yells, insanely laughing at himself and me. "Pay your price," he grins, backing away from me.
I look down to the chemical baths. I love him. I want to be with him. I want to be unstoppable. I want to be wanted.

I turned to him, a split second I could see disappointment. I let my arms flop as I fall backwards. My body felt light, not even the fall felt nerve racking like it normally would. Black surrounds my vision as I hit the fire hot mixture, and for the first time, I felt great. Really, really great.

"Harley. Harley. Harley," the voices chanted in my mind. A laughter was heard, maniattic and an unforgiving tone.

"HARLEY!" I shot up from the gravel ground. Looking up, Deadshot had his hand out. I took it and got up. "What happened?" Cliche to ask, but I thought we were still in prison.

"Evil, we're going home. Your espresso machine is ready," he chuckles. I giggled. "Yay!" I clapped my hands and jumped a little.

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"That witch got you bad, Harl. You nearly died." I looked to the new guard - my new guard. His name is Quinsey. I like him! He has raven black hair with blue tips on the top.

He is one of you.. Together you could finish the job..

Goosebumps arise onto my arms and I coughed. "Yeah, but ya wanna know what else got Me? Tha voices, they got Me, did ya know." I said, cackling my laugh. "Yes, Harley. You tell me that. Every time." He turned his back to me and started to walk away.

"Hey Quinsey, where ya headin?" He chuckled. "Griggs office. Wanted a report or something. Be back around noon. Don't escape." I cackled and licked the bar as he walked away. "Ill be here for awhile, don't ya worry mistah Quinsey ol' pal." I backed into the center of my cage. I looked at the ropes I made, and I climbed onto them. I was going back to before a few months ago. When I thought Joker would come for me. When I was more insane.

Who ever told you that, Puddin?

The voice chuckled, and a stray tear left my cheek. That voice changed into mistah J. I swung and swung for the comfort I knew would never come, until I tangled myself into knots, upside down. Closing my eyes, I let the sounds of insanity be my music.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original DC characters. I do own, however, Jesty Quinn and Quinsey. This is a slow updating book.
ATTENTION: THIS IS A SLOW UPDATE BOOK AS I NOT HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO REGULAR UPDATE.

If I pass deadline of a month I'll update whatever I got. Thank you for your patience.