The Suicide Squad - Strange Voodoo

The Flow of things

The rest of the car ride back was quiet. It wasn't anything new, of course, Frost knew when he was expected to talk and when he was expected to shut up.  He knew his boss all too well, having been under his employ from the very start. He was one of the lucky few who had survived ordeal after ordeal, one onslaught after another. He may as well considered himself to be the luckiest man in the world, both dealing with a madman like the Joker day in and day out AND being involved in nearly ALL of the crime boss's tainted dealings.

Even now, as he had fetched his boss's very specific pizza order, he was wondering when things would start going awry. His boss was complicated, and often chose to deal with things spontaneously.

The Joker, as meticulous as he was, didn't have a plan. Not a single one. He winged it.

One time, Frost recalls a newly appointed goon asking The Joker if he chose to map out a score or if he went at it at random. Of course, Joker, being a man who didn't like questions, strung the man up by his toes and sprayed his loins with Joker venom, after which he explained that his methods quite resembled what he had done to his new employee. So, a little lesson for Frost at the expense of another, much stupider man.

And this is how Frost came to know the Joker. It was through the shortcomings of the other goons; the stupid, the reckless, the careless, and mostly clueless goons who couldn't figure out until they actually died that the Joker was not a man who cared to answer questions or reveal his strategies.

That's why Frost very rarely asked what the plan ever was. He just went with the flow of things.

They pulled up to a dilapidated, two story home. It was pretty ordinary and extremely average, the perfect guise for the clown prince. As Frost put it in park, he noticed, for the first time, that the Joker seemed a little apprehensive. It almost sent a shiver down Frost's spine. The demons of Gotham's criminal underworld were terrified of the man sitting next to him, and yet, for a split second as Joker grabbed the box of pizza, he seemed a little more human.

Frost didn't dare continue with the thought though as he hopped out of the SUV and walked behind his boss as well. The front door was opened immediately as Joker's foot hit the porch. The goon standing at the door greeted both Joker and Frost with the utmost respect, not daring look at either in the eye. Joker walked nonchalantly passed him and straight to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and reached inside to get a bottle of water.

This scene nearly nauseated him, living like an average Joe in a worn out home, with a not-so-grand kitchen and a fridge that could only keep so much food. Deep inside it brought warm, fond memories, but the thoughts were quickly swept under the rug every time they threatened to overtake him. The voices in his head didn't allow him to revert to those 'fond' memories.

He turned immediately towards a brown door right next to the stove. Turning the handle, he opened it wide and walked down the stairs.

He took slow steps, one at a time. And with each step he took, he willed the nerves away and flashed a gigantic, wide, creepy grin at the person sitting up on the mattress, hugging her knees.

"Ah, you're awake." He said, causing her to gasp. She quickly turned to face him and all the color was drained from her face.

She was frightened as the man walked closer and closer, causing her to back up until her back hit the wall. She hugged her knees tighter, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes.

"O-oh my god..." She shuddered.

"Close." He said, putting the pizza box gently next to her along with the water. "I'm no God, but certainly his favorite." He grinned as he stood before her.