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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤. Entering the foyer, Harley had already walked forward, and you wondered just what the hell had left the soldiers and the squad with wide eyes. 

"You're back!" she beamed, waving at you. "Did you take Flag out for a blowie?"

"Excuse me?"

"Jesus!"

"I know why I'm offended, but why are you offended?" you questioned, causing Rick to sputter out and shake his head. 

"Enough!" he demanded, gathering his thoughts. "We still have a dozen more levels we need to scale. There's a route through this office sector. Let's go."

The mixed group followed the order, travelling through the wide hallway which soon joined into the entire open level. The lights were dim and scattered, leaving the room still relatively dark, except for the desk lamps. 

"Flag, they're all around you."

That was enough to get you stopping, her urgent voice somehow loud even though the cautionary warning was meant to be a low whisper. 

"Hold," the colonel ordered, holding up his fist.

"Use extreme caution."

"I don't like this, Flag," Deadshot murmured. 

"I don't like it either," Rick admitted, glancing around the room.

Floyd reached down, taking ahold of the signature white mask, quickly slotting it over his head. Harley smirked, glancing at him. 

"Pussy."

"I will knock your ass out," he threatened immediately. "I do not care that you're a girl."

You looked upwards with a furrow of your brows upon hearing the sound of that ancient language, the words flittering above in the overhanging roofs.

Suddenly, dozens of the humanoids dropped from the roof, and you sprung backwards as one of them landed in front of you. Yourself and the others began to urgently shoot, given as two soldiers had just been killed in a split second of shock. 

You vaulted forward, hiking your hand against the creature's shoulder and using the momentum to propel yourself, running along the glass wall for a few steps before swinging around and clocking the gun against its head, pressing the trigger. 

It dropped to the floor a moment later, and you spun around, taking out your other gun in the process, and aimed them both at two incoming humanoids. 

"They're after Flag again!" Floyd shouted, mainly at you, given your closer radius to the colonel. 

"Son of a bitch! Get off me!" Rick barked at the swarm of creature's holding his arms down. 

"Circle up! Circle around him!"

Harley joined your side as the pair of you sprinted towards Flag. Deadshot and Killer Croc held down Flag's arms, the man straining against him whilst you, Harley, Harkness and Katana stationed yourselves in front of him. 

"Let me fight!" he shouted.

"You die, we die!" Deadshot exclaimed.

Gunshots rang out through the large, open room, and soon, you allowed your shoulders to relax, tension spilling from your muscles upon seeing the creature's dead and unmoving, whilst most of the soldiers stood up. 

"I'm gonna have to start writing this shit down," you stated.

"Very thin ice, Viper," Flag bristled.

"Very thin score, Rick," you retorted. "What was that, my second time? Surely, we could go more. Maybe start aiming for the tens and over? -"

"Clear! Everyone move out!" Rick ordered, in desperate need to shut you up. He casted a dark look at you, and you merely pretended to tick off a tally with a tilt of your head.

Harley was a grinning mess as she giggled at the chaos, before following after you as you made your way into one of the corridors alongside the others.

However, the moment you stepped out into the open, a group of the alienated humans marched along one of the hanging walkways. Bullets soon followed, and you ducked behind K.C. The crocodile bent down, and whilst he was happy to play your shield, you were on shooting duty. Your aim was true, and a pair of the creatures dropped dead due to your guns. 

Deadshot glanced behind him after firing a round of bullets, and his eyes locked onto the form of Diablo, the man watching the fight from his spot by the glass. 

With an annoyed grunt, he spun around and pinned the shorter man to the wall. "Where you been, homie?"

"This ain't my fight!" he gruffly shouted.

"You know what? You don't stand for shit. "You ain't about shit!" Floyd spat out, pushing him against the glass.

"Don't touch me, man!" Diablo warned.

"Don't touch you?" he echoed, before repeatedly tapping the man's head. "What you gonna do? I'm touching you! I'm touching you!"

"Don't touch me!"

"Do something. Do something!"

"You wanna see something?" Diablo questioned.

"Oh, yeah, I wanna see-."

"You wanna see something?!"

"Yes, I wanna see something!"

Not a moment later, Diablo shoved Floyd back, and stepped forward towards the railing with a determined huff. Lifting his hands, his glare was dark and piercing, eyes soon flinting against the orange flames emitting from his hands. 

K.C grabbed your shoulder, pushing the both of you back once he saw the fire. Your lips parted as a shocked gasp escaped you, rearing back at the heat. 

The entire walkway was on fire, and numerous bodies of the humanoid aliens fell to the ground below, their bodies alight. Diablo panted as he lowered his hands, his skin untouched and callous, and with a hollow breath, he looked over at Deadshot.

"I was just trying to get you there," he tried, holding his arm out in defense. "Phil Jackson. We good, right?"

Harley giggled and wrapped her arms around Diablo, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. "I knew you'd come through," she grinned.

"That shit crazy," Floyd gawked.

"Really went back on your own warning there, didn't you?" you blinked, eager to step away from the tattooed man and slinking back inside.

"I don't listen to my own advice," he shrugged nonchalantly, although his eyes betrayed his true feelings of shock at the display beforehand as he followed you.

One of the soldiers had bombed a large hole in the wall, which revealed a series of stair flights. Of course, the person that had to be saved chose the highest floor in the building. 

The trek was long, and your lungs were burning. You hated working out. Behind you, Harley breathed out, placing a hand on the metal railing as she breathed out, "I gotta work on my cardio."

"I want to try that Pilates thing," you murmured in response, stopping for a moment to gather your breath before continuing. 

You didn't realize the woman had remained still, her eyes cast downwards as she stared at the abyss below. 

You turned around, calling her name, the group casting you glances but continuing their walk as you stepped down to the flight before. 

Her name had barely left your lips before she was aiming a gun at you. A surprised exclaim escaped you as you held your hands up, Harley staring at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Relax, Harls. It's just me," you said. 

She was silent for a moment, lips parting before she spoke, "You ever been in love?"

The question had you blinking, arms lowering slightly as you let out a shaky breath. The memory hit you. Hard.

Clark's eyes were on you as you sighed softly. He let you call him that now. No more capes and masks, and powers to intrude on your personal life. 

He was just Clark to you.

And you were just Y/N to him.

A label? Eh, you couldn't quite pick one just yet. Sure, you had slept together, but he had yet to take you out on a real date. Something about security. Quietness. 

It's not like your identity was a secret. Everybody in Gotham and Metropolis knew you as the Viper, but your actual name had flitted in just as many tabloids and cases. People connected the dots.

"What's on your mind?" you asked, glancing back at him over your shoulder. 

He smiled at you, although it was tinged with forlornment and sadness, you brushed it off. Clark always looked at you like that. Like he could lose you in a second.

"Where do you see us?" he wondered, flying over to you.

He had decided to take you out for an evening fly, trashing his civilian clothes and replacing it with his blue and red uniform. Clark explained that if the citizens of the city saw you in your Viper suit, rumors would definitely stir. So instead, you found yourself in a simple, everyday outfit. 

"What do you mean?" you frowned, standing up from your spot, arms crossing over your chest. 

Clark walked towards you, slowly and quietly, however his soft and soothing smile calmed your nerves. 

"You know what I mean," he mumbled, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. 

You hummed in thought, tapping your chin and he chuckled upon the mocking look in your eyes. "Do you want me to feed into your delusions?"

"Yes, please," he confirmed with a nod.

"Well... How about the American dream?" you prompted. "White picket fence, stunning two-story house."

"I'm listening," Clark smirked at your returning form. You sidled up to his side, fingers gracing over his shoulders and your arms soon finding homage around his neck.

"2.5 kids-." He chuckled. "- And some ugly little dog that doesn't shut up. But we still love it."

"You've been thinking about this," Clark lightly teased, his chiseled jaw cast downwards so he could watch you.

"I have not," you denied in mock outrage, eliciting yet another gruff laugh from the man before you. 

But in all seriousness... perhaps you had thought about such a thing. A life with Clark.

"What's on your mind?" he whispered.

"Maybe I'm really thinking about it, Superman," you confessed. 

The revelation was short and spoken in the softest whisper you could muster, but Clark still heard it. Damn that superhuman crap. 

His eyes softened, brow furrowing and those wonderful lines curving around his lips which drew into a smile. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought it about as well, Viper."

"No," you answered, shaking your head. "Never."

"Bullshit," she mumbled.

"You don't live the life I've had, and still be able to fall asleep without screaming out after a nightmare if you fall in love, Harley," you sighed, shrugging a shoulder.

Her chuckle was airy, and she lowered her hand, fastening the gun at her hip. "Another textbook sociopath."

"I'll leave that to you," you smiled, turning around and retracing your steps upward. She followed behind you, and Floyd turned his head around in the mass of soldiers as you shouldered your way through them. 

However, before you could make it to his side, a piece of rubble had your ankle bending in the most awkward position yet, and a surprised yelp escaping you. 

"Woah, watch it."

Can I catch a break?

Rick's arms were secure and steadfast around your waist, easing you upwards as you fussed in his hold.

"You alright?" he asked, glancing at your face.

"I'm fine," you huffed out, grabbing his hand and wrenching it off of you. His sigh was clipped and dripped with annoyance, and you looked over your shoulder with a pointed glare, the man rolling his eyes in turn.

You found your spot beside Deadshot, the hitman glancing over at your sudden presence. 

"Here she is. And looking so angry," he muttered with a dark smile.

"I still wanna kill him," you bluntly stated, pointing over at Rick. 

"I would not have guessed."

You dryly chuckled, "Knew you had a funny bone underneath all that leather."

"Sarcastic, and for what?"

You rolled your eyes, coughing slightly. The smoke from the fire Diablo had emitted was wafting through the corridor and finding home in your lungs.

"What?" you questioned suddenly, frowning darkly at Deadshot who continuously looked between yourself and whoever it was behind you. 

"He's looking at me like he wants to rip my insides out," Floyd smirked. "But you... Damn sugar, you caught yourself a colonel."

"Oh my God, you're back on my hit list," you groaned, fastening your pace in hopes of tagging K.C.

"You know it's true, dollface!" he snickered. 

The only response he was granted was the striking of your middle finger, and an amused whistle flew past his full lips, shaking his head in entertainment. 

Don't look back. 

Glancing behind your shoulder, you hated to admit that Floyd was right.