The Kid of the Suicide Squad. (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

After a short laugh and a deadly glare from the blushing Daikon Black, they entered the building, owned by Oswald Cobblepot, better known as the Penguin. After getting a guard to let them in, they went up to Penguin, who was eating some fish. Soon he noticed them, and sees Deadshot there.

Penguin: Lawton? Oh, I never pegged Deadshot for a team player.

Deadshot: Oh, things are tough all over, sir.

Penguin: That's a good one. Ha, ha. This man is the best assassin I've ever seen. And I only work with the best.

Deadshot: I aim to please, Mr. Cobblepot. I was told you can get us into Arkham?

Penguin: I can indeed. I've made arrangements to sneak you into the crazy farm. Follow them to...

Penguin stops when he sees Harley behind Deadshot.

Penguin: You. Clown!

He pulls out umbrella gun and points it at Harley.

Harley: You're not still mad about that truck, are you, Pengy?

The other guards point their guns at them.

Daikon/Killer Frost: Wah-wah.

Harley: It feels like you are.

Penguin: You cost me money, funny girl. Her and her looney boyfriend nicked my truck of cigarettes and drove it into the river. Just for a laugh!

Harley: Does it matter that Mr. J and I aren't together anymore?

Penguin: Nobody steals from me and walks away. It's bad business, love.

Deadshot: You're right, you should kill her. Hell, I'll kill her for you.

Harley: Aw, come on.

Daikon: Can't we just get over with this shit? I'm getting very impatient here.

Penguin: Ooh. Waller didn't told me you're bringing a child here. Who are you?

Daikon: Daikon Katayama, Mr. Cobblepot. If you don't like to say my last name, just call me Black instead.

Penguin's eyes widen in shock and realization. He heard of a kid that was put in Arkham Asylum and has since made several acts of violence against other inmates.

Penguin: Wait a second. I've heard of you. You were the kid that was put in Arkham Asylum not to long ago, and has since made several scenes of violence. Such as breaking Bane's spine and ripping an inmates arm and leg off with only your teeth.

Daikon: *shrugs childishly* Well, do I care about them? Hell no. *smirks and chuckles*

Penguin sees the smirk on his face and immediately shudders at the resemblance between the child and the Joker. It's like a miniature version of him is in front of him, minus the pale skin, green hair, and red lips.

Daikon: Now can we get on with this? This is just wasting our time.

Penguin: A-Ah, yes. Here's the files. Memories the contents.

Deadshot grabs the files as Penguin continues.

Penguin: You can grab some shuteye in the rooms above. You deploy tomorrow night under the cover of darkness...and then I never want to see any of you on my turf again. Now get the hell out of here!

They walk away as Deadshot looks down at Daikon.

Deadshot: You have some guts scaring the Penguin back there, kid.

Daikon: Hmp. After years of abuse, I lost the feelings of sadness and fear. I got use to it.

Deadshot couldn't help but feel sorry for Daikon. As a father, he was made that this kid was hurt the people whose job is to protect him and care for him. The years of abuse must've caught up to him, becoming who he is know.