The Suicide Squad - Strange Voodoo

Joker and...Ivy?

"Everyone alright?" Flagg asked as his head throbbed. His vision was severely blurred and he knew his arm was broken. He tried moving it and the pain shooting through his arm was enough to tell him it would be needing medical attention.

"Y-yeah..." Boomerang muttered with a groan, sitting up slowly.

"Shit..yeah...my ankles either sprained or broken but I'll pull through." Deadshot responded. "Shit...it's a good thing Waller decided to go back to the base to monitor the movement with everyone else."

Flagg looked back and saw a figure lying still on the ground. He walked back slowly towards it, there was dust and ash everywhere. He could barely make out who it was until he got closer, groaning in pain with every step he took. Shit, his arm took quite a hit.

As he moved closer, his eyes widened.

"Shit. Harley? Harley?" He asked as he moved closer. The blonde was laying facedown in the rubble, not moving. Flagg tried to lean down but his arm was keeping him from doing so.

"Shit, GUYS! It's Harley!" Flagg yelled out to the others.

Boomerang and Deadshot appeared next to the Flagg, looking down at Harley. "Shit.." Boomerang slowly leaned down, pulling Harley in his arms and checking for a pulse. He sighed in relief. "We got a pulse, but she's out cold."

"Musta hit her head." Flagg muttered.

"That's fine, maybe it'll jumpstart her brain or something." Deadshot rolled his eyes.

"I heard that, y-you fucking...asshole." A low mutter came out of Harley's lips and Boomerang looked down with a bright smile. 

"There she is, you okay, Sheila?" He asked.

"Nice try, boomer. My name is Harleen, not Sheila." Harley muttered, putting her hand on her throbbing head to apply pressure.

"Eh, it's because back in Australia, we.... never mind." Boomerang sighed and helped support Harley as she stood up.

"All good?" Flagg asked Harley, making eye contact with her. She couldn't support herself but she let Boomerang wrap her arm around him for support. She nodded. 

"Yeah...what happened? Why's it feel like my head was assaulted with pots and pans?" She asked in pain.

"The armored vehicles happened. It exploded." Flagg sighed.

Harley looked a bit shocked at Flagg. "Oh, you're right. It's all coming back to me..so, what now? That's it?"

"It's never it, Harley, it never is. This is just the beginning. We just figured out ONE aspect of this shit: when someone makes contact with it, it explodes." He sighed.

"But..I don't think that's it. Remember, how did the cops find out what was inside without touching it or getting into one?" Harley asked.

Flagg looked at Harley like she had just disproved all math equations that had ever been introduced to human-kind. Was Deadshot right? Did the explosion really cause Harley to hit her head that hard and make her a little smarter and less ditsy?

The blonde was an intelligent woman, when she wanted to be. But now wasn't the time to question any of that. Flagg knew Harley was onto something. Why was this armored vehicle explosive to the touch but the initial hadn't been? Was it a change of tactic from the unknown creator? Was it intentional? Was it a tool from them to trick the enemy?

The questions swimming in Flagg's head made the world around him spin in this endless spiral. He fell on his knees desperately trying to piece together this puzzle but no matter what angle he looked at it from, he was at a loss.