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[ the big reveal ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. She was a huffing mess, and you nearly turned around to check on her, but thought against it, given your earlier encounter.

You watched as Flag and GQ muttered lowly to one another, before the latter and a few other soldiers raced out the back door, which you assumed led to the roof.

Rick turned around just as you and the other villains walked further inside, quickly holding his hand up and speaking, "Wait here." Upon being met with skeptical looks, he continued, "I don't wanna give this dude a heart attack. Okay?"

"Aw, he's embarrassed of us!" Harley cooed.

"Hey, Flag!" Deadshot called, the man in question turning around. "This dude better cure cancer after all this shit."

He nodded wordlessly, and glanced at you, awaiting a collection of nasty words you always seemed to have up your sleeve just for him, but instead, you simply watched him with those unnerving snake-like eyes that had him turning back around and walking through the doorway when he entered the proper code.

He walked down the rickety flight of stairs with a yell, "You ready? Let's go."

God, you're gonna pissed... All of them are gonna be pissed, he thought to himself when the woman of the hour stood up. 

"You wouldn't have made it without them," Amanda Waller smirked.

"We got lucky. I don't do luck. I do planning and precision," he stated, walking towards her as she cleaned up her temporary office space.

"Admit it, Rick. I was right."

"Yeah, I told you to get on the damn truck," the colonel brushed off. "Why'd you stay?"

"I was studying your sister," she remarked, stepping backwards to gesture to the series of small screens on compiled to broadcast a joined frame. "She takes an average person; a yoga mum, an elderly retiree, and she turns them into a soldier who can take a headshot and still fight." She smiled with a shake of her head. "It's an instant army. How'd she do it, Flag? How'd she game the system with you watching her every move?"

Rick didn't answer, instead shuffling about on his feet before finally replying in a soft tone, "I'll accept the consequences."

"I am your consequence."

"You might need to be careful," a voice advised, and the pair turned, finding Floyd wandering down the steps. "They think we're rescuing Nelson Mandela."

"I can take care of myself," Waller shrugged off, glancing at her team, "Shut it down, wipe the drives."

Deadshot approached Rick, who was busy adhering to Amanda's order, making work of one of the computers.

"Uh, hey, man. I know you can't hear me cause you're trapped in your temple of soldierly self-righteousness, but a two-faced dude like you wouldn't survive a second on the street."

"Oh, says the guy who shoots people for money," Flag rebuked.

"My cards is on the table, man," Floyd said. 

"It gone done, didn't it?"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out through the room and Deadshot and Rick looked over, watching as Waller walked forward with her gun aimed towards each of her team members, their limp bodies falling a moment later.

"Damn," Floyd breathed out. "That is just a mean lady."

"Yeah. You get used to it," Flag murmured.

"And I'm the bad guy?" the hitman questioned, glancing at the colonel before waltzing towards the staircase. As he passed by the woman, he was quick to mutter, "That's gangsta."

She merely glanced at him from the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to Flag. "What? They weren't cleared for any of this. Any of it."

"Hey, I'm not judging," he diffused. "I've buried a lot of mistakes, too.

Back in the foyer, you had glanced up when Floyd finally came back from the room, and you were quick to question him about who you had saved.

"Try not to get mad at him," was all he said.

Him? As in Flag? What the fuck did he do now?

Looking up when the door opened again, you couldn't help but allow a sense of - you don't even want to say it - overwhelm your posture when you saw Rick enter the room. 

But the person behind him caused it all to come rushing back.

"No way," Harley muttered, walking towards Waller and the colonel. 

You stood up, looking over at Deadshot who subtly shook his head at you in warning whilst the other villains made a half-circle around the pair. 

"Let's go home," Rick said.

"Yeah, let's go home," Boomerang echoed. "That sounds good. You guys wanna go home? Hmm? Or you wanna go back to prison?"

"I'm not going back to prison," Harley stated.

"What I'm sayin' is, we kill the pair of 'em now before they kill us."

Katana made a move for the man, the grazing of her sword against its scabbard reaching your ears before Waller placed an arm across her in warning. 

"I got this," she said softly, moving her gaze back towards yourself and the other villains. "You all made it this far. Don't get high-spirited on me and ruin a good thing."

Your eyes closed in a momentary lapse when Waller raised her hand, revealing a small phone with the clear, daunting image of the group's ID photos.

K.C growled upon seeing the image, and Amanda was met with withering glares from the team. However, she shrugged it off and walked forward between the crocodile and Harley, with Flag following behind her.

He glanced over you in passing and wasn't surprised to find your dark stare trained on his moving form.

Didn't mean he wasn't upset by it.

"I like her," K.C stated.

Harley glanced at him with a dark expression whilst you merely sighed softly. You were so pissed off at Flag, and the fact that he didn't even tell you or the others the real person you were hanging your necks out for to save. 

Maybe he knew that you weren't going to agree.

Fuck that. He doesn't know you.

Heading up through the side door where GQ had originally walked up, followed by Flag and Waller, you made your way up the stairs with the other villains trailing behind you.

The moment you entered the roof, you were quick to cough due to the hues of smoke slipping into your lungs. The building across from you was alight with flames, and in front of it, was one of the helicopters. 

You found Flag amongst the many soldiers and decided to stand near his side, leaving the others behind. Wordlessly, you stationed yourself beside him, with enough room between the both of you where you could strike your axe into his neck if you felt the sudden urge.

The colonel glanced over at you from the corner of his eye whilst you simply turned your head to him in response. It was silent between you both as you stared at one another, and before you could question him, the cautious voice of GQ carried to your ears. 

However, his words were nothing but muffled as you tilted your head slightly as you analyzed the helicopter that was supposedly meant to take you home. 

Home meaning Belle Reve.

"Boss, they're not talking to me," GQ's urgent tone sounded, causing your gaze to snap to his. 

Realization suddenly dawned on Rick's face when you looked over at him again.

"Our bird's been jacked." Deadshot tilted his head slightly in confusion and you flinched when Rick suddenly shouted with his gun trained forward, "Light it up!"

Just as the soldiers shot their guns, rapid firing emitted from the back of the helicopter as it finally turned adjacent. A large man sat behind a large machine gun which had major rounds, the ammo trailing emitting a bright red light.

Without a second thought, you vaulted to the side... taking Rick with you in the process. He grunted as he crashed to the ground and you landed on top of him with a scuff, your arm banging against the big cargo box that you were now using for coverage.

"What the hell?!" he shouted, sitting upwards which only caused you to sink further onto your knees in between his pant-clad legs. "What was that for?"

"Use your fucking brain for one second!" you shouted, and due to your rage, you had lifted yourself much too high, your head gracing over the roof of the box. 

Immediately, Rick grabbed your shoulders and pulled you forward, and you yelped in confusion and annoyance as your body crashed against his own once more. 

"How about you try not to lose yours?" he exclaimed in explanation at the sudden act.

"I saved your life again!"

"Well, the favor's been returned!"

"Hell no! I still have, like, two more to cash in!"

Due to your bickering, you had yet to realize that the men who had hijacked the helicopter was none other than the Clown himself and his henchmen.

"Harley!"

You heard Floyd's call over the ranging gunfire and looking over your shoulder, your eyes widened when you saw said woman.

Harley smiled her red-stained lips with glee as she pushed herself away from her hiding spot alongside Deadshot as she walked up the ramp.

"Kill her!" Waller shouted from the opposite side of your hidden post, and you were quick to glance at Rick.

"Stop!" you shouted, grasping at his hand when you saw him try to use the device on his wrist. 

He fought off your attempts, and continuously pressed his finger against Harley's pin, however the same red-boxed warning denied the action.

"Her nanite's disarmed!" he yelled over his shoulder to respond to Waller.

Harley shrugged off her jacket and leaped off the building, her pasty white fingers latching onto the thick roping the Joker had hung off of the side of the helicopter.

She was successful, swinging in the air before the rope handled her weight and stayed relatively still. The helicopter rose into the air and you quickly kicked yourself off of Rick's frame, rushing out onto the decking as you watched the girl sway in the air.

She blew a series of kisses, her giggles somehow overpowering the sounds of the militaria noises around you.

Her eyes caught onto your own and you blinked suddenly at her called-out confession, "I'm gonna miss ya, sugar!

The breaths that escaped you were heavy and shallow, based on both the adrenaline of such a sudden battle and the fact that Harley was gone.

"Deadshot!" Waller exclaimed, and the man turned around, watching as she marched towards him. "Shoot that woman right now!"

"She ain't do shit to me," Floyd denied.

"You're a hitman, right? I got a contract. Kill Harley Quinn. Do it for your freedom and your kid."

"No!" you cried, moving forward by only an inch before those familiar camo-covered arms wrapped around you in a close effort to keep you down.

Or maybe, just maybe, Rick had encased you tightly against his chest to console you in what would be deemed a cautionary hold.

"Now she dead," Deadshot muttered in agreement with Waller's offering, walking towards the cargo box and standing his gun up on it with its support base.

You waited, your futile attempts at removing yourself from the admonishing embrace of the colonel as you watched Harley twirl along the rope.

The echo of the gunshot had you blinking rapidly, and you snapped your gaze to Harley, only to find her falling limp against the cable, her head drawn downcast.

Your mouth parted slightly, and Flag's hold on you loosened slightly, however you didn't find yourself shrugging yourself out of his arms.

But then, you nearly rubbed your eyes in confusion, thinking a thousand coincidences at once when you saw Harley Quinn suddenly pull herself upwards with a mischievous grin.

Deadshot looked away from his render, holding his gun to his chest as he stepped towards Waller.

"I missed."