That same night, rather than go straight back to the motel. Y/N and Rose decided to take their shitty little car on a little drive around. Chugging beers and drunk driving, the true American way. Y/N used some cheap screwdrivers, tape and some aged gum to actually fix the radio in the car. Flicking through radio stations that had the right type of music was a little hard for Y/N to find, but in the end he found it. 

https://youtu.be/kYEahSpFZHI

(This is the song playing over the radio) 

Y/N drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, bobbing his head to the beat of the rock cover of "Livin' La Vida Loca" blaring from the car stereo. Beside him, Rose Wilson leaned back in her seat, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I can't believe you're into this," she said, nodding her head to the music.

Y/N shrugged. "What can I say? It's catchy."

Rose laughed, and for a moment, the two mercenaries forgot about their troubles. For a moment, they weren't held hostage by the government with bombs in their head. They were just two "friends", parked outside some abandoned building. Listening to cover of a song from Shrek, and drinking cheap water downed beer. Was else could you ask for? 

Y/N reached for a bottle, using part of the door to open it while putting the bottle cap in his pocket. It caused Rose to raise an eyebrow but she just shrugged it off. "So, what's the deal with you and Deathstroke?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, he's your father and all, but from what's been floating around the grapevine. You two haven't even spotted in the car country for like four years". 

Rose's expression darkened, taking a small sip from her own beet and looking out the window. "It's complicated," she said.

"Complicated how?" Y/N asked as he two drank, the beer was cheap. But after a few bottles they'd hopefully start feeling the buzz. 

"Well, for one thing, I'm not sure he's really my father. I mean, he raised me, trained me, but whenever he tries to be dad of the year. All he takes about is his legacy, what he wants for me, not what I want. I've never felt connected to him" Rose confessed, lowering the windows and throwing a bottle out with it smashing on the ground.

Y/N nodded. "I get that. Family can be complicated. But you don't have to let him define who you are."

"I know," Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not just about him. It's about what I've become. A killer. A mercenary. Is that really who I am?"

Y/N sighed. "I used to ask myself that same question. But then I realized that it's not about who we are. It's about what we do. And we do what we do to survive."

Rose leaned her head against the window, staring out at the passing scenery. "But at what cost?" she murmured.

"At the cost of our souls, sometimes," Y/N replied, his voice soft. "But you know what they say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Rose chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we're both headed there, huh?"

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe. But at least we'll be in good company."

The two fell into silence again, the music still blaring from the stereo. As they drove, Y/N couldn't help but think about his own journey to become a mercenary. It hadn't been easy, but it had been necessary. After all, he had bills to pay, and his skills as a fighter were in high demand.

"So, what about you?" Rose asked, interrupting his thoughts. "What led you to this life?"

Y/N sighed. "It's a little, complicated" Y/N said as his own expression darkened. "I won't say much, I'm gonna need some stronger shit for that" he said, motioning to the beer and the few remaining bottles they had left. "But I never had much growing up, hell, my only toy was a transformer with no fucking head" he scoffed, grip around the beer bottle tightening. "So I always wanted more, and when dear old dad smashed mom's head in with the oven door. I saw it as my chance to get more. Joined up with a crew, pulled some small jobs-"

Rose giggled and raised an eyebrow, cutting him off. "Really? You don't seem like a team player to me."

Y/N snorted. "Yeah, well, I've learned to fake it. But the truth is, I'm a lone wolf. Always have been, always will be." 

"Even with me and the rest?" Rose asked, a hint of hurt in her voice.

Y/N shook his head. "Maybe, we'll have to see. Peacemaker? I'll be surprised if I don't use that helmet of his to smash his face in. But you Rose, nah. Maybe we'll get along. Maybe we won't. But at least I know you'll shoot me in the front, rather than shoot in the back"

Rose smiled, and Y/N felt a warmth in his chest that he couldn't quite explain. 

"So, what's next for you, after we kill these fucking Butterflies?" she asked.

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know.I keep doing what I'm doing, I guess. Taking down bad guys, making a living. Taking credit cards and slashing throats" he smiled, reminiscing about just a job he had taken a few weeks back. Y/N swirled his beer, watchman the liquid rotate and spin around. Trying to get whatever taste this cheap shit had to come to the top. 

Rose nodded. "Yeah, about the same" she whispered, listening to the music. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Allowing the music to play, as the world around them played out. What lights were on in the carpark flickering off and on. Y/N looked up at one of them, exhaling through his nose, part of him enjoying the silence. But another part of him wanted to continue the conversation. 

After a few minutes, Rose spoke up again. "You know, sometimes I wonder if we're doing the right thing. I mean, we're not exactly saving the world, are we? It's like you said, we take slit throats and take credit cards" she repeated, her voice sounding slightly disappointed. 

Y/N chuckled. "No, we're not. But we're doing what we can to make a difference. And besides, we're not exactly the Justice League. We're mercenaries. We get paid to do a job, and we do it" Y/N replied, taking a sip from his beer. "It's not much, but it's honest work" he smirked. 

"Did you just quote a meme?" she asked turning her head to face him with a smile."But what if we could do more?" Rose pressed. "What if we could use our skills to make a real difference in the world?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about going legit? You wanna be on a damn lunch box for Christ sake?"

Rose shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. It's just a thought."

Y/N thought about that for a moment. The idea of becoming a hero had never really occurred to him before. When was the last time you saw a superhero bash someones head in with a frying pan and light a whole warehouse ablaze? He never really wanted to be a hero, never wanted to be someone kids could look up to with a bright smile and feel hope in their hearts. Y/N just wanted to survive, and so far, he had done just that. 

"I don't know," he said finally. "Heroes don't exactly get paid millions to put  a bullet between a corrupt mayor's eyes".

Rose grinned. "No, they do it because it's right" she answered. 

They fell into silence again, the music still blaring from the stereo. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility. Maybe there was more to life than just surviving. Maybe they could make a real difference in the world.

As they pulled up to their destination, Y/N turned off the car and turned to Rose. "You know what? If you wanna do that? I supposed it's not a bad dream, go for it Rose Wilson". 

Rose lightly giggled. "Calm yourself X Marks the Spot" she said, cracking open her own beer and letting the cheap alcohol flow into her lips. "I never said I wanted to through it" she corrected as she went to grab another beer. "These skills dad forced on me, just thought about putting them to good use" she smiled. Wasn't set in the stone, but the idea of trying to be a hero did cross Rose's mind from time to time. She couldn't lie to herself when she said that sometimes she enjoyed looking at her bank account and seeing the many, many zeroes. But sometimes, it didn't feel gratifying. 

The rock cover of "Livin' La Vida Loca" still ringing in his ears, Y/N put the pedal down, both looked to each other as they made their way back to the motel. It was late, if the diner was anything to go by, they'd need their rest to deal with the team and the fuck ups that would come with them. Y/N threw off his top, Rose ducked herself in for the night. Snuggling up in the blanket which would defiantly look disgusting under a UV light. 

"I meant what I said you know" Rose reminded, placing her final beer down. Y/N turned to her, eyebrow raised slightly confused. "You try anything I'll slit your dick off" she smiled, laying her head down on the pillow. 

"Got nothing to worry about on my end" Y/N said as he went to his own bed. He pulled the switch on the lamp, shutting it off and closing his eyes allowing sleep to wash over him, and the nightmares that would come with it. But as Y/N's mind staled down, he knew one thing. At least he and Rose were better terms now. 

End Credits Scene 

Both Y/N and Rose were in the car, both throwing their empty beer bottles out. Rose thought of something, and turned to her fellow mercenary. 

"So where does it come from?" she asked. 

"Where does what come from?"

"The whole blind thing?" she raised an eyebrow, passing him a beer. 

"Oh that, well-" before Y/N could begin, the cover of Livin' La Vida Loca began to play over the radio. "Oh fuck yes, this is my jam"

Author's Note

There we go, I apologise for how short this chapter was. I just couldn't find a way to implement Y/N into this episode as it's really a Peacemaker focused one. So I thought I'd use it to build on the friendship between Y/N and Rose. Really tried my best to make it work, but sadly nothing I tried really worked out all too well. Anyway I think this is fine, not the best, not the worst. Tell me what you thought, criticism is always welcome.

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