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[ the enchantress ]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. Long streaks of what looked to be configured droplets of an unknown black substance were located around every pillar and wall.

At the sound of that distinctive metal clinking, you looked down at the ground, finding hundreds of bullet shells littering the floor. The gold ammo clinked under your boots, and you shared an uneasy glance with Floyd when he looked over his shoulder at you.

You ignored the undeniable figures that were either lying on the floor or were plastered against the white-tiled columns. From what you could see with a single glance before forcing your eyes away, there were both civilians and soldiers alike. 

"Your sister better be worth it," Deadshot muttered to Rick, who glanced over for only a moment.

"Man, I thought love was bullshit. Dead serious," the colonel confessed in a murmur. "Companionship, happiness, whatever. I mean, I get that, but actual love? I rated that with UFOs. Lot of believers, no proof." The pair shared a look for only a moment before they both glanced away. "My sister means the world to me."

"Do what you gotta do," Floyd nodded. "I got your back."

Suddenly, at the sound of voices, Flag and Deadshot looked behind them to find you and Harley. The latter was gagging, a streak of black coating both her tongue and finger, and you were too busy snickering to yourself to notice the eyes of a certain soldier.

"You- owe me-..." Harley covered her mouth as her cheeks puffed out, her eyes widening as she held back the vomit threatening to spill. "Five bucks."

"I was joking when I dared you to eat it," you chuckled, wiping a hand over one of the black gunk structures around the subway. "I mean, this shit is ancient. Probably not to be consumed."

"Maybe they should give it a label or somethin'," Harley shrugged, swiping a finger through her mouth to gather the sticky material in her mouth before grinning at you. You mockingly gagged, looking away when you found her teeth lined with what resembled to be black tar. 

"Maybe I should sign you up for a UFO search society," Floyd spoke through Rick's haze of watching you with a soft hue in his eyes, casting a side-long glance at him. "Love is starting to look pretty believable on your side."

About ten minutes later, you were finally through the subway and entering another sector which held a staircase that would lead you to the witch. 

You had began walking with Floyd when you both slowly merged with Diablo, who had been wandering alone.

"You gonna fight with us?" Deadshot questioned.

"What if I lose control?" the tattooed man asked.

"Then maybe we'll have a chance," you answered.

Yourself and the group turned a corner and you blinked rapidly at the sight of the white, pulsing beam come directly into view. Reaching over your shoulder, you took hold of your axe.

You were quiet, as were the others, as you made your way past the stone pillars. With every passing empty slot between the columns, you could see that you were getting closer to the witch, or Rick's sister.

You pressed yourself against one of the limestone monuments, bumping shoulders with Harley who glued to your side.

"Hey, everyone can see all this trippy magical stuff, right?" she mumbled in wonder as she peaked over your shoulder.

"Yeah. Why?" Rick questioned with a confused squint. 

"I'm off my meds," she shrugged with a smile.

Floyd poked his head out to catch a glimpse of the witch, watching her for a moment as she waved her hands, streaks of the aqua-blue magic twirling from her fingertips.

"So that's your sister, huh?" he asked.

Rick glanced away with a low confirmation, "Yeah."

"Well, you need to handle this shit, alright? Get up there, ruffle up her hair or some shit, tell her, 'Knock this shit off, little sis.'"

"I do not think that'd be wise," Flag denied with a shake of his head. "I'm gonna draw out the big one. My boys will detonate the bomb underneath him."

Floyd shared a look with you and the others, and you tried to tune out Harkness' voice as he tried to ask Katana out on a date. In response, she simply glared up at him behind her mask and that was answer enough.

"I've been waiting for you all night."

"Holy shit," you groaned softly upon hearing the deep voice emitting from the witch.

"Step out of the shadows. I won't bite," she grinned.

Harley glanced at you, and as you went to silently question her due to the thoughtful look gracing her face, she shrugged with a hum and walked out from behind the pillar.

"What the hell?" Deadshot muttered.

"Grab her," Rick demanded in a whisper, and you were quick to oblige, grasping her wrist in your hand and pulling her back to her original spot, tightly linking your arms with her own.

"Why are you here?" the Enchantress wondered. "Because the soldier led you? And all for Waller. Why do you serve those who cage you? I am your ally. And I know what you want. Exactly what you want..."

You felt dizzy, a feeling of numbness encasing your body. Beside you, a hitched gasp escaped Harley and her hold on you tightened slightly.

You entered the house with a soft smile, your head tilting at the sound of two harmonious spills of laughter; one was childlike and feminine, whilst the other was deep and rough.

You placed your handbag on the table beside the door, your keys clinking softly against the ceramic glass plate where you stored such things.

Your footsteps were light, and although your heels clicked against the white hardwood floors that were sanded down for aesthetics, the pair still didn't seem to hear you as you entered the living room.

There, sat Evie. 

She was giggling at another one of the terrible jokes the man beside her always said, before she dived back into the puzzle before her. It was displaying a picture of one of her favorite shows and she was determined to finish it, even though she had been trying for a week straight.

"Y/N!" she suddenly beamed upon finding you at the entryway and the puzzle was quickly abandoned as she stood up and raced towards you.

Her little arms found homage at your lower waist, and you leaned down with a laugh, stroking her soft stranded hair and patting her back.

"How was your day?" you asked, brushing a hand over her back.

"It was good! I'm nearly finished the puzzle!" Evie exclaimed in excitement, gesturing to the activity behind her. "He's been a real big help, but I had to teach about all the characters. He thought that Bloom and River were together! Yuck!"

You chuckled at her overly dramatic display about her hatred for the wrongly paired couples before rushing back to the puzzle where she plopped down in front of it.

As he turned around, you smiled at the man you could call your husband. 

Clark grinned upon the sight of you, and you tilted your head slightly as he stood up from his spot on the floor, slowly walking towards you.

Wordlessly, with only a soft tilt of his lips to accompany his handsome face, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and your own immediately twined around his neck. Your fingers lifted, grazing through his dark curls, tugging gently until you repeated the action.

You watched Evie over his shoulder, the girl now just turned ten, waving at you from her spot on the floor before going back to continue her puzzle. 

Suddenly, a new feeling overcame the pads of your fingers. Instead of those brown ringlets you liked to spread apart as he laid his head on your shoulder, the hair became short and buzzed. You found yourself brushing your palm along his head, before something overcame you to lean back and find another in Clark's original place.

Rick smiled at you, his lips gracing over your cheeks before finding his favorite spot at your lips, the sequence causing a heartwarming smile to break out across your face.

Leaning back, the words were a gentle whisper that caressed your mouth.

"Welcome home, baby."

Rick watched you for a moment, confused at the sight of pure ditziness overcome your face until he felt a paralyzing feeling of fantasy overcome him...

Rick's eyes fluttered open, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he felt the familiar warm sheets of his bed. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and before he could place his hand over it in hopes of calming it, soft fingers glided over it instead.

"Baby, baby, it's okay," a voice called. It was soft and although it was slightly muffled, he could hear it; sweet like honey to his ears. "It was just a bad dream."

Shifting to lie on his back, Rick felt his heart hammer and it wasn't from fear. But from the sight before him.

You.

You were perched up on your elbow, leaning forward to brush your hand over his chest where you felt the continuous thrumming. Your hair was tousled from bed and your brows were furrowed in concern. For him.

Soft lips repeated those reassuring words, and Rick watched as you brushed a hand over his cheek to try and soothe him.

"... Y/N...?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," you nodded, a soft, amused chuckle rushing from your nose as you tilted your head. "I'm here. It's just you and me."

Rick didn't believe you were here. This couldn't be real. It couldn't. 

It wasn't.

Rick's eyes fluttered, that beautiful fantasy escaping him and forever being enforced in his mind as a fake memory.

His gaze immediately settled on you, watching as a quiet gasp escaped your lips when you resurfaced. You seemed intent on finding him and with a single stretch of your neck, you did.

The exchange between your eyes was nothing and everything.

"He married me." 

Harley's words pull you way from Flag, before the moving figure of Diablo caught your attention.

"It's not real," he stated gruffly.

"I killed the Bat," Floyd muttered indignantly. 

"Nah, homie. You don't want that."

"What? I want that," Harley mumbled.

"She trying to play games with you, man," Diablo cautioned. "It's not real!"

"He's right," Flag spoke up, and you looked away in denial when you found his cold stare directed at you. "It's not real."

"How long have you been able to see?" the Enchantress questioned when Diablo walked down the steps and out into the open, with you and the others following.

"My whole life," he answered with a lift of his chin, before looking back at you and the group. "You can't have them. These are my people right here."

"But it is our time," she tried. "The sun is setting, and the magic rises. The metahumans are a sign of change."

"Lady..." Deadshot called, pointing towards her. "You are evil! "

The Enchantress stared at him for a moment before speaking out in a different language. You were confused for a moment, wondering what type of demand or wish she commanded, but from the way she turned to her side and beckoned the large metal figure, Incubus, in the corner, you had a pretty good idea.

"Brother. Make them bow to me."

"Oh, wow," Floyd muttered when he emerged from the corridors of the station.

"Uh-oh," Harley mumbled.

"Who's this?" Harkness squeaked.

"It's gonna be bad!" Rick yelled.

"We should run," you advised with a definitive nod of your head.

Just as Flag began shooting, Incubus lifted his hands and a stream of intertwined metal and fire shot out from his palms. You ducked just in time, feeling a slither of the metal brush your hairline. 

You leaped towards one of the statues that were displayed on large stone blocks, dragging Harley with you when she was too dazed to move. 

You found yourself beside Floyd, Diablo and Rick, the latter placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes raking over your figure in search of a wound.

Realizing that you were unharmed, he began talking into his comms, his tone urgent and rushed, "GQ, come in. We're in position." There was no response and the colonel sighed in annoyance, lowering his arm and gesturing towards the opposite end of the building. "We gotta get him in that corner. That's where the bomb will be."

"I'll do it!" Diablo exclaimed. "I'll get him there."

You watched as Harkness fell to the floor after tossing one of his boomerangs at Incubus. The creature shoved his foot against one of the wooden seats of the station and pushed it forward, pushing Harkness towards the wall. With a smirk, he raised his hand, revealing the swelling of power in his palm.

Suddenly, Katana leaped from the other side and slashed her sword down upon his wrist. His hand fell away, molten lava spilling from the inner crevice. 

He groaned in pain, stepping back slightly to inspect the wound, however, a pulsing orange light encased the spot and within a second, a new hand had formed.

"I lost one family!" Diablo stated, glancing between you and the others. "I ain't gonna lose another one."

"Don't be reckless," you warned with a shake of your head. "We can figure something out, we can make a plan."

"I got this," he denied, nodding at you. "Let me show you what I really am."

"Diablo, wait!"

Your warning was ignored as he rushed forward. His voice was rough and the words were called out in a shout as he raised his palms forward to face Incubus, "Over here!"

Pure, orange fire spread from his fingertips, and the roars of agony from the Enchantress' brother were loud amongst the howls of the flames.

Suddenly, Incubus stepped through the fire and delivered a swift kick to Diablo's chest, knocking him backwards. His body crashed into an office block and you were quick to take his place alongside the others. 

You vaulted forward, slamming your axe through his leg whilst he was distracted by fighting off Deadshot's bullets. The appendage slid against the floor and Incubus was forced to fall forward, his eyes following the movement of his leg as it came to a decaying halt.

He turned towards you and punched your stomach, an agonized groan escaping you as you felt a sickening puncture in your ribs. He had also knocked Harkness and Harley to the side in his efforts to get rid of you.

Diablo looked up upon the exclaims of pain coming from his friends, and before he stood up, his eyes latched onto a series of laminated pictures stuck to the glass. There were two children, a girl and a boy, on each photo, causing a burning rage to fire up in his chest. 

Whoever worked here in this little office on the side of the station, had a feeling. Just like him.

With a yell, fire consumed Diablo's entire body and as you looked away from Harkness who was watching you in worry as he inspected the pain you were feeling in your upper body, your eyes latched onto the figure.

In Diablo's place was a skeleton figure, the bones enraptured with a dark inferno.

"It's on, bitch."