don't forget to leave comments!

___________

"That's a cool outfit," Harley called out to Tara and she froze as she harnessed the last piece on her slim figure. Her black skin tight leotard fit her fit body, a cape cascading past her knee high boots to the ground. Her all black outfit seemed to fit her thinking that her soul was black as well.

She technically wasn't a villain or a superhero. She really didn't know why she had a costume, she had to thank Dick Grayson, an old friend for giving her the apparel.

"Thanks, I bought it at Bloomingdales on sale." Tara told her sarcastically. It had been awhile since someone had begun to piss her off and she really didn't like the dumb blonde.

She felt like being sarcastic was okay, as long as jokes weren't involved, she was good.

"Awesome!" Harley giggled. "I'm glad there's anotha girl here, ya know? Too much dick and not enough girl power!"

"Sure," Tara rolled her eyes, pushing past Harley and walked towards Floyd, the only one she was familiar with. She'd rather choose the cute assassin rather than the unexpected psycho in heels.

"Hey, beauty."

"Hey yourself," she smiled shyly at Floyd, "cool gadget." She pointed to the gear in his hands, that would help him kill his victims.

"What? Won't fit anymore?" Harley asked Floyd as she followed the other girl. "Too much junk in the trunk?"

"Nah." Floyd turned to her, holding the mask to his chest as if holding onto his past he wished he could have back. "Every time I put this on, somebody dies."

"And?" Harley asked as if what he said had offended her.

"I like putting it on." Floyd's eyes wandered from the blonde to the girl beside him, waiting for a reaction: he got none. Tara's mind wandered for a moment, realising that she was some sort of superhero, maybe.

"Goody." Harley lifted her eyebrows in excitement, her grasp firm on her hammer. "Somethin' tells me a whole lotta people are about to die."

"Yeah. It's us." El Diablo cut in, he felt like she was insane to think it was okay to kill, he had changed and thought all life was precious. "We're being led to our deaths."

"Speak for yourself mate." Boomerang spoke up, turning to El Diablo. "Hey, what's that crop on your face? Does it wash off?"

"Hey, if you like a girl, can you light her cigarette with your pinkie? Because that would be real classy." Harley piped up, grinning at the shorter male.

"Hey, y'all might wanna leave old boy alone. He could torch this whole joint." Floyd spoke up. "Ain't right, ese?"

"Ain't got nothing to worry about from me. I'm cool, homie." He told them, he was certain of that. He wasn't going to go all crazy, like last time.

"Just like golden girl over here," Harley called out and Tara froze, turning to the blonde. "She's like Miss I've-Done-Nothing-Wrong."

"Obviously I've done something to be here," Tara told her with a heated glare. She felt the gazes of the other delinquents trained on her and she felt uncomfortable. She didn't want her story to be known, everyone didn't like Floyd already because they knew of his ability, she didn't want a target on her back.

"Leave her alone, Harley." Floyd pointed his gun at Harley and she gasped.

"Don't point ya gun at me, mista."

Floyd looked surprised, realising he was holding a weapon. "Sorry, bad habit."

Harley grinned at him, "I'll leave her alone... for now, Prince Charmin'."

"Thanks," Tara told the older man, "but next time, I can handle myself."

"I know that, gorgeous but I felt like I'm a bit more menacing then you."

Tara squinted up at him, "are you making fun of my height?"

"Sure thing, short stack."

Tara felt her face heat up in embarrassment. "Says the tall beanstalk." She grumbled, pushing past him to find Rick walking towards the group. In his hand was an iPad, and immediately everyone shut up to listen to the young man.

"Behold the voice of god."

"For those of you who don't know me officially. . . My Name is Amanda Waller..i

There's an active terrorist event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT- 1 and get them to safety.

"I'm sorry. For those of us who don't speak good guy, what is HVT- 1?" Floyd raised his hand in question, how the hell were they supposed to know?

"The only person that matters in the city ...the one person you can't kill. Complete the mission, you get time off your prison sentence. Fail the mission, you die." Tara rolled her eyes, thanks a lot Amanda, thought you had my back. "Anything happens to Colonel Flag .... I'll kill every single one of you. Remember, I'm watching... I see everything.

"There's your pep talk." Rick announced to Floyd, shutting off the iPad with a smirk.

"Compared to your shit, she killed it." The smirk Rick had was quickly dropped in annoyance. "So that's it? What, we some kind of Suicide Squad?"

"I'll notify your next of kin." Rick told him and Tara felt the tension thick in the air, turning to see Floyd's face fall slightly. 

_________________

SORRY FOR THE WAIT Y'ALL.

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS.

Who's your fav DC character? 

Mine's probably Damian Wayne or Raven tehe.