#captain boomerang fan fiction

[jaxxsoxxn]

Boomer is surprisingly agile.

It's not a new thought for Barry, who's sitting in one of many boring JL meetings. Hal, sitting on his right, is chatting silently with a few of his fellow Green Lanterns, who decided that they wanted to be briefed into the mission, while Booster, who came only for the man, is sitting on his left and trying his best not to look miserable. And failing.

Batman's answering the seventh question asked by Plastic Man and by now, Barry's brain is going so fast that he fears he'll jolt and run through the place just to be occupied by something, anything! Yet he stays still and lazily lets himself get lost in his thoughts about the Rouge.

Digger wasn't big on stretching, above the basics, always kinda grimacing when he mentioned or out right asked him if he did Yoga. Normally, before he got his hands on the Speed Gauntlet, it didn't show half as much - normal people just didn't have the means to create enough space that this type of movement needed. Boomer, on the other hand, was natural enough with the Speed Force, that not only he made it look easy, but he also made it look so good.

His body almost moved naturally, twisting and sliding through the air like he was born for it. Few of the people closer to him, that knew about their relationship, asked about it - what's his routine, how can he do that or, usually only asked by other speedsters, how much does he know?

Which was his personal favorite, because how do you say to them that "he knows so much and nothing at all."? He can instinctively know where you'll end up before you know that while speeding, but he has no idea what exactly Speed Force is, he knows about phasing and about how you do it, he has no idea if you can run normally. He's the smartest idiot you've ever met, and he's so adorable while talking about it all, that Flash listens through his stupidest hypotheses.

He'd actually fight the Gotham's Condiment King and his goddamn old mayo shooter just to see Boomer stretch. He wonders if that'd make him even more agile or would it do nothing, since it'd be easier than his normal stuff. Can Digger do splits? Fuck, that'd be a view - he usually wasn't big on exercising or doing anything alike near him. Shame was how Harley called it teasingly, but they both knew by the way his red cheeks would give it away, that she's saying the truth.

Is there a deal to be made here? If he could get him to exercise near him like that...

Fuck maybe he didn't even need to make it a deal, maybe if he'd just say that he doubts it's a possibility for the man, he'd do it just to prove him wrong? Or maybe being sweet was the better option, if he'd get his lover comfortable enough, maybe he could help and what wouldn't he give to lay his hands on those thick thighs and-

"Flash!" a hand landed in front of him, on the table, shocking him from his thoughts. He grimaced when he noticed whose hand was it.

Slowly, he looked up at Batman, ignoring Hal's snickering on his side and the amused stare Diana tried to hide.

"Yes..?" he said, trying his best not to show how he wanted to just run, get away and jump his lover the second he was let go.

Bruce, with a heavy sigh, looked at him with enough disappointment to make him wiggle in his seat. After a few seconds of this torture, he looked up briefly and just gave up.

"Okay, this briefing was... worse than usual. At the end of this week, I'll send you the message with a new date for it, since it's not anything needing our attention immediately... You all are excused." his voice was stoic, but slightly tired, and before Flash could feel bad about it, he sent him a thankful look and bolted. Hal and his friends be damned, he will catch up with them later.

Right now he had to catch up on something else with his dear Rouge.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #boomerflash #flash x captain boomerang #flasherang #flasharang #fan fiction #writing #bad writing #lowkey spicy #but its mostly flash drooling while bat tries to brief these idiots #he is failing #“hey why is he just kinda jumping from one subject to another so quickly?” SHUTSHUTSHUTSHUTSHUT #thats how thinking works trust

[ktlurry]

CAIN - 7. Infinity

A helicopter hovers over a landing pad of a mysterious compound hidden in the mountains of an island far from the mainlands. Lawton (the passenger on board) looks out of the opened chopper door. On the ground he sees a barrage of ninjas lined up behind a single woman wearing Red. It's Lady Shiva waiting for the chopper to land so she can greet the marksman.

Lawton: Where are we, Spider?

Lawton asks as he gives Shiva a blank stare. Never seeing her in his life, while also never being at this facility, Lawton is a little uneasy about his rescue from the insane asylum now.

Black Spider: Welcome, Mr. Deadshot, to Infinity Island! Home to the League of Assassins. You're gonna love it here I'm sure. 

As the helicopter finally lands Shiva walks up to the doors with her hands behind her back. Lawton hesitates before undoing his seatbelt and then exits the chopper.

Lady Shiva: Welcome to Infinity Island, Mr. Lawton. I am the head martial arts master here that goes by Lady Shiva.

Lawton's eyes widen slightly as if he just had a thought.

Lawton: Like the Lady Shiva? The assassin's assassin? I heard rumors about you.

Shiva then turns around facing the compound.

Lady Shiva: Have you? Then you know what I am capable of and how serious I am. But we aren't here to talk about my past. Follow me into the dojo. We have much to discuss.

Lady Shiva begins toward the compound stairs as Lawton and Black Spider follow behind her. The compound resembles a modern dojo right at the base of a huge, inactive volcano. Inside the compound are several rooms where ninja assassins train different martial arts and fighting styles. One room had two ninjas practicing with katanas. In another room, they were practicing deadly pressure points on practice dummies. In another room, they were shooting automatic rifles at targets.

Lawton: This is quite the club you have here, Miss Shiva.

Lady Shiva: Yes. The League of Assassins is a bellicose group of the world's deadliest killers. You would fit quite well among us, Lawton.

Lawton then smirks and mutters under his breath.

Lawton: Hmm. I probably would.

As the group approaches a room locked with a keypad that requires a scan retinal to unlock. Shiva looks straight into the lens of the module as it unlocks the door and opens automatically. Inside the room sits two ninjas as well as a familiar face. 

Captain Boomerang: Aye, Lawton! Bout time you got out of the loony bin, mate.

Captain Boomerang sits on the side of a long table with his feet up. Lawton and Black Spider then enter the room and take a place at the table. Shiva instead prefers to remain standing.

Lawton: How did you make it out all of that mayhem in Gotham, Boomer?

Boomerang sits up straight at the table.

Captain Boomerang: Got myself right out of there as soon as it got hot. It's a shame what happened to the Russian though.

Lawton: Yea well he should've listened to Waller.

Lawton then places his hand on the back of his neck and rubs the scar caused by the bomb Amanda Waller planted inside to keep the convicts obedient.

Lawton: Speaking of which is yours still active?

Captain Boomerang grins hard as he starts to chuckle a little bit.

Captain Boomerang: Hehe I'm free as a bird, mate.

A confused look goes across Lawtons face.

Lawton: How?

Black Spider then places his feet on the table and leans back into his chair as he interrupts the conversation.

Black Spider: With a little ninja magic as I like to call it.

Lady Shiva who is staring outside of a window looking down upon an open courtyard where a multitude of assassins are training intensely then interrupts the conversation herself.

Lady Shiva: We deactivated the bomb and tracker in his neck to insure that Waller wouldn't interfere any kore in our operation, and we can do the same for you.

Lady Shiva then turns around and looks across the table at Lawton with her hands behind her back.

Lady Shiva: But you have to agree upon something first.

Lawton leans back in his chair as if he is not surprised at that last part.

Lawton: There's always a but.

Lady Shiva: You must abandon your loyalty to Amanda Waller and join us in the League of Assassins alongside your friend here, and assist in acquiring the girl.

Lawton: Wait. You're the client that hired Waller and had us go through that bullshit? What is so special about this girl?

Lady Shiva: Can't you tell? She is a trained assassin. She would be perfect for the league.

Lawton leans forward from his chair.

Lawton: So this is just a recruitment mission? No. There has to be something more to this. Risking a talented group of mercenaries and criminals all for one girl just doesn't seem like a logical approach. Anatoli knew the girl and sought revenge. What did she do?

Lady Shiva then turns to look at Lawton straight into his eyes as if he had spoken out of turn. She then paces around the table with her arms still folded behind her back.

Lady Shiva: If you must know, Her name is Cassandra Cain, the daughter of David Cain. David Cain is a former member of the league of assassins before he abandoned us for his own selfish vendetta. She was trained at birth to be the perfect assassin. With the ability to read people's micro-movements, she can predict any fighter's actions before they even make it. Apparently, she has fled from her father's guidance, and now I must have her.

Lawton then squints his eyes at Shiva not really sure if she is telling him the full truth, but for now, he'll just go along with it.

Lawton: Hmmm so the world's greatest weapon, huh? It's gonna be a lot harder to track her down now that she knows we're onto her. Plus the bat gang is gonna have her under their scope for sure.

Lady Shiva returns back to the window to stare out.

Lady Shiva: I wouldn't worry too much about any of that. I already have someone looking into it as we speak.

Lawton then relaxes in his chair and looks and Boomerang who is still kicked up, laying back in his chair.

Captain Boomerang: Look, Lawton, these guys got it all figured out. They are the real deal! Got assassins all over the world in places you wouldn't even think to look, mate. Plus we can be free men again and won't have to listen to Waller's whining ever again.

Lawton looks back over at Lady Shiva and then glances toward Black Spider, who also seems comfortable and unworried. Lawton knows Waller won't like this, but what does he care? He gets to be among a large army of the world's top assassins, and then he remembers one thing.

Lawton: Alright I'll join your little ninja group here, but I have one request before I can do anything for you.

Shiva turns to look over at Lawton across the room. Black Spide looks toward Lawton himself curious of what his request would be.

Lawton: A friend of mine who was in the cell to the left of me at the Asylum. He's been trying to get in on Task Force X for a while, but Waller never gave him a chance for some reason. He's a big deal! Real gritty, but tactical mercenary from South America. The only guy I know in all of Gotham to actually cripple the Bat. He'll want in.

Black Spider looks over at Lady Shiva to await her response. It is unlikely that she would listen to such a ridiculous request normally, but she is interested in the part where he "crippled the bat". Shiva then moves toward the table.

Lady Shiva: Who is this mercenary.

Lawton then grins.

Lawton: He goes by Bane. Real powerhouse if you ask me.

Shiva has never heard of a Bane. She's been around the world hunting assassins and mercenaries before her time on Infinity Island, and not once came across the name. It piques her interest. She feels she must know this Bane. She looks over at Spider and nods her head. Immediately Black Spider gets up out of his seat and bows to Shiva.

Black Spider: One big, bad Bane coming right up, sensei!

Spider then leaves the room on his way back toward the chopper. Shiva then makes her way toward the door herself. Before exiting she looks back at Lawton.

Lawton: Follow me to remove that device from your neck. Once we retrieve your friend, you two will wait till my agent on the field has the girl. I'm sure the bat and his people will intervene in her retrieval, and maybe even Waller once she finds out that you haven't shown up after your escape. You two will then assist the agent and bring Cassandra to me alive.

Shiva then exits the room. Lawton gets up out of the seat, but before he makes his way to the door, Captain Boomerang whistles for his attention briefly.

Captain Boomerang: Don't worry, mate. It's gonna sting a little at first, but it'll be totally worth it in the end.

Lawton then walks toward the door as he replies back.

Lawton: Just stick to the plan, Boomer.

As Lawton exits out of the room to follow Lady Shiva, Boomerang stays in his seat to relax some more with a giant smile o his face.

Captain Boomerang: Just like always, captain. Just like always.

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[finniestoncrane]

I'm here for a blind date I'm genderfluid (afab if you're wondering. I apparently give off Boy Vibes™)

I love dinosaurs (some of my favorites include Archaeopteryx, Australovenator, and Baryonyx, Minmi, Oviraptor, and Yi qi) comic books (mostly Suicide Squad but you already know that by now), and I'm trying to get into cars because I want to be an automechanic, since my grades weren't good enough for paleontology and I suck at art. College wasn't right for me and being an automechanic is probably like... A trade school thing, right? I also like Transformers. I got a mullet at one point, but it grew out a bit lol. I'm kinda clumsy, which is pretty evident since my glasses keep breaking lol. Not like I can afford new ones so I guess I'm using duck tape and super glue to keep the frames in... 2 pieces I guess. I guess it's just duck tape keeping the ear things on. I really got into old monster movies in Middle School because of a book called the encyclopedia of monsters. From like... The really old ones like The Blob That Ate Everything to the ones from to the slightly more recent ones but they're still decades old, like the Alien Franchise. Not too big of a fan of regular (?) horror movies. Technically I haven't seen most of the alien movies, but I really liked Alien VS Predator so I think that counts enough. I know I've already told you this but I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole of wilderness survival and eventually wound up finding a channel about boomerangs and the occasional Australian wildlife video (there's one titled Kangaroo Maggots. He finds a kangaroo corpse at the side of the road and maggots are inside of it. Really fucking gross. 0/10. Do not recommend if you hate maggots. Don't know why I watched that specific video honestly, but all the rest are good). Which lead me to another channel about Australian animals. I'm American and idk how tf I got from how to cook a cactus to watching a video on dingoes. I play a lot of simulator games. Like... If you look at my steam library it's like... 99% simulator games, the Batman: Arkham Series, and then a hunting game for some reason. And even then I think that's a hunting simulator come to think about it. Don't know why I like Simulator Games, I just do. Wait... Does the Arkham series count as simulator games? Like... Are they technically Batman simulators. I love reptiles and rats, but I fucking hate spiders. Need an Australian Man™ to help me if a spider is near lol. You know wow I'm talking about here I tend to get overexcited when myself or others are talking about stuff I'm interested in. I go on long tangents about stuff I like. I'm kind of a nerd when it comes to my semi-niche interests. I do enjoy listening to people go on their own tangents about things they like too though.

It's also quite apparent I have a thing for weird and/or disgusting fictional men ( my taste in women is better I swear. (Will fall for any tall woman who even looks in my direction. Which isn't saying much cuz I'm 4'10¾") )

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: hi please come in and distract this idiot, quickly, quicker, HURRY 💚

"Hi, uh-huh, welcome to the Vill-Inn. Can I just... sit you down as quickly as possible? If your date asks any of us if we want to see his big, curvy weapon one more time, we are going to escort him from the premises. Good luck!"

The moment you sit down at your table, after being rushed over by the waitstaff, you're met with a wide and mischievous grin, a signature smile from a man you recognise.

"I go by many names. Captain Boomerang, George, Digger. But you can call me daddy, if you like."

You screw your face up a bit, trying to pretend like that line didn't get you, and he's quick to try and win you over.

"I'm joking, love! Lighten up, it's a blind date, it's supposed to be fun!"

At least he's quick to... not apologise for his jokes, but to try and recover from them. And he's also surprisingly interested in you, and in getting to know you. Although, you fear it's just so he can make more risque jokes.

"Ah, mechanics. So... you're good with your hands then? You wear one of them little overall things? With anything underneath?"

The loud laugh he lets out at the end of his remarks are so endearing though, they make his lewd comments almost charming. Which you're unsurprised by, given your specific taste in men. He's perfectly strange and definitely a little bit gross, just how you like them.

He comments on your glasses, mentioning that you seem like someone who is a creative problem solver. A comment that feels like a proper compliment, not just a segue into another flirtatious remark. And it feels like he's dialing down on that the more he gets to know you. he talks to you about horror films for twenty minutes without saying anything lewd or crude. It's almost like it's a defense mechanism he uses to keep a distance, to maintain his facade.

In fact, he barely says anything at all when you're telling him about your preference for classic horror, and what video games you're interested in. Almost like he's enjoying learning about you. Almost like he can forego his usual ridiculously brazen behaviour around you. And you're more than happy to return the favour when he gets excited about boomerangs. Your fault for mentioning them.

"Yeah, you can learn a lot from a video online about surviving in the outback, but if you're ever looking for private tutoring, I'm your man."

He winks with this statement, but you can tell there's sincerity behind the offer. The fact that you're willing to listen politely, and that you seem interested in him when he's talking about subjects that are so personal to him, makes him feel very at home around you. And you're warming up to him, to the point where you can make some jokes too. I mean, no harm in joking about inviting him round to your place to get rid of some scary spiders, since he's Australian Outback Extroardinaire.

"Listen, for you, I can let myself be more of a hero than anti-hero for a change. Show me the little buggers and I'll have your house spider free in no time."

He winks again, and you're so fond of it that you can't help but imagine a life of being winked at across tables. A strange, happily ever after.

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[pixie-mask]

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Current Obsession: Captain Boomerang 😂. Got into the Kill the Justice League version of him and now looking at the comic version. Also Adam from Hazbin Hotel.

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[loverhymeswith]

What a Wicked Game | Four

[Rick Flag x OC]

Word Count: 2,970 words

Warnings: Mentions of guns, blood, minor injuries

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Playlist

Two Years Ago

Angel

Angel doesn’t consider herself to be an unfair judge of character, but as far as first impressions go, she’s pretty sure she hates Colonel Rick Flag. It’s only been an hour and already she’s tallied up a long list of things that make her wish she could break out of this collar and show him just why she ended up in Belle Reve in the first place.

His bossiness and disapproving looks, she can deal with. This ridiculous leather suit, several sizes too big, she can live without. But when he gives the order for the doctor to insert a nano-bomb into the back of her neck – the horrific way he and Waller plan to keep her in line - she sees red. Imagines all the ways she’s going to hurt him until he’s begging for mercy.

Angel isn’t prone to revenge, but she promises herself that one day, Rick Flag is going to pay for this.

She’s barely been in Belle Reve for twelve hours when she finds herself being escorted out of the prison gates by a cluster of heavily armed guards. It’s a little overkill if you ask her. Do they really think she’s going to make a run for it?

Even it wasn’t for the bomb in her brain, where exactly would she go? They’re in the middle of the Louisiana swamps, and while the horrible collar as finally been removed, it’s been replaced by a pair of equally restrictive bracelets.

Waiting outside the prison is a huge black helicopter, it’s blades already whirling, ready for take-off. She squints against the wind, strands of hair whipping free from her braid. Can’t hear a word Flag is saying, but his hand gestures are clear enough.

Get your ass inside.

Onboard the chopper, Angel stands by his side, feeling like it’s her first day at school as he address the assortment of criminals already strapped in and ready to go.

“Alright, listen up squad. We’ve got a new member joining us today. Say hello to Angel Peterson.” He motions for her to find a seat. “Angel, meet your new family…”

Before Flag can offer any further introductions, a tall man in a red leather suit shouts over the noise of the chopper’s blades. “Hey, I know who you are. You’re the Angel of Death.”

Angel stiffens. She’s never cared for that title, a stupid pun that somehow followed to her Blackgate and beyond. The media does love a horror story.

Ignoring the red-suited man and the other pairs of eyes watching her, she takes a seat at the far end of the chopper, strapping herself in just before it takes off. For the most part she has no idea who her fellow inmates are. Hasn’t yet had the pleasure of their company. The woman next to her, however, needs no introduction.

“Ooh honey, you’re the closest thing we get to a celebrity round these parts.” Harley Quinn claps her manicured hands together in delight. “Pleased to meet ya.”

Angel gives the Joker’s girlfriend an uneasy smile. Having spent the last few years in Gotham she knows exactly who Harley Quinn is. Doesn’t know whether she should be scared or in awe of the colourful convict, though.

She’s trying to think of something to say to the Queen of Crime, when the red-suited man peers around Harley, giving Angel another once over. He lets out a low whistle when his eyes land on the power-dampening bracelets around her wrists.

“Damn. Didn’t know you were a Meta.”

“Leave her alone, Floyd.” Harley elbows him playfully before whispering conspiratorially to Angel. “Just ignore Deadshot, he’s only jealous. Love your hair by the way. Can you do mine?” She reaches out and tugs Angel’s braid.

Taking no notice of the commotion Angel’s arrival has caused, Flag continues to address the team. “Angel here is – was – a nurse. So, for the purposes of this mission, she will be your medic. Anyone gets injured, she’ll be patching you up.”

“Oh, give over Flag.” An Australian accent calls out from the other end of the chopper. “Waller didn’t send us a medic. She sent us another bloody murderer.”

“Shut up, Boomerang.” Harley and Flag snap in unison.

Angel’s eyes land on the rugged man diagonally opposite. He’s dressed in a long leather coat and sporting an array of shimmering silver boomerangs. Noticing her stare, he flashes a grin revealing a single gold tooth.

“You do know we’re called the Suicide Squad, right?” The Australian continues, oblivious to the glares of his comrades. “Why would they send us a medic when we’re just the bloody collateral.”

“You want to bleed to death out there Boomerang, be my guest. But if anyone feels like not dying today…” Flag waves a hand in Angel’s direction, considering the matter settled.

Angel shrinks back into her seat, feeling the weight of the squad’s eyes on her. She’s never felt comfortable being the centre of attention. Prefers to fade into the background. After the circus of her trial, she’s had enough lime-light to last her a lifetime. Perhaps subconsciously this is why she’s chosen a seat next to Harley.

“Is it true, you can stop a man’s heart with your pinkie?” asks Harley, who is now gazing at her, fascinatedly.

“Quit it Harley,” Flag hollers, not even giving Angel chance to think about replying. “Now y’all know the mission, but I’ll repeat myself for Angel’s benefit.”

Flag proceeds to explain their goal. It’s supposed to be a simple extraction of information. In and out. Something to do with a rogue nation holding a US spy political prisoner. Waller wants to find out what the prisoner has told his captors. Presumably so she can do damage control. The key, Flag reiterates, is leaving no trace.

And apparently that’s where Angel comes in.

“We’ll be splitting into two teams. Harley, Boomerang, Deadshot, you’re the distraction. Intel suggests the prisoner’s being held in the basement of the compound. Draw out their defence and keep ‘em busy so we can get inside.”

“My speciality.” Harley nudges Angel, grinning proudly.

Unease flickers across Flag’s stern features. He’s obviously well accustomed to Harley’s particular brand of distraction. “Deadshot, I’m trusting you to keep these two in line.”

Deadshot offers him a mock salute.

Angel is already starting to get the sense that the squad don’t have much respect for Flag. The only thing keeping them here and following his orders, are the blasted nano-bombs. She scratches the back of her neck, still pricking from where the doctor injected her.

“Croc, Peterson, you’re with me.”

Angel is surprised she hasn’t noticed the giant half-man, half-crocodile strapped in beside Captain Boomerang. After meeting Amanda Waller though, she can’t say he’s the most terrifying creature she’s come across in Belle Reve.

Catching her staring, the croc bares his teeth and grunts. ­­“Fresh meat.”

“Enough Waylon.” Flag approaches Angel offering her what he must imagine is a reassuring grin. “Don’t worry, Waylon knows better than to eat the rookies.”

She wishes she could knock that smile off his stupid, handsome face but settles for ignoring him instead. Unfortunately, Flag doesn’t seem to get the hint. He’s standing so close she has to crane her neck up to meet his gaze.

It seems unfair that those hazel eyes are wasted on such an angry man.

“Angel, your job is to take down any remaining soldiers on our way to the target. Whatever you did to those guards at Blackgate, do that again. We’re supposed to be invisible, so no injuries. Just knock ‘em out for a few hours.”

He holds out a small black handgun.

Angel blinks twice, not sure what to make of the action. She’s had guns pointed on her plenty of times. Never been offered one before, though.

“You’ll be needing this,” he says by way of explanation.

“No thanks.”

“I’ll take it.” Harley waggles her fingers greedily. Angel suspects she has more than enough of her own weapons stashed in the red and black duffle bag by her feet.

Flag ignores Harley, staring at Angel in bewilderment. “What d’you mean, “no thanks”?”

Angel crosses her arms. He’s obviously not used to being turned down. Especially not when it comes to offering weapons to convicted criminals.

“I mean I don’t want it.”

Bewilderment turns to vexation. “I don’t know how those powers of yours work, but unless they operate long range, you’re gonna need one of these.”

“I thought you said no one was supposed to get hurt.”

Harley cackles. “Ooh, I like this one Flag.”

Flag pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just take the damn gun, Angel. You’ll soon find out that things don’t always go to plan on these missions.”

The cold weight of the gun feels alien in her hands. She has no idea what she’s supposed to do with it. Never even seen one up close until she found herself in prison. Doesn’t think it’s a good idea to mention this to Flag now, though. He might just change his mind and throw her out of the chopper.

Time has been moving slowly for Angel since her first night in prison, so she can’t tell how long they’ve been in the air for. Just knows that by the time the chopper lands, her legs have turned to jelly. The rest of the team have disembarked when she manages to stumble to the door.

Well, almost all of the team.

“Peterson, wait.”

She glances over her shoulder to find Flag standing by the pilot, a khaki baseball cap now covering his head. His eyes hazel sweep over her. “Need to take off your bracelets.”

“Right.” She holds out her arms. “Not much good to you without my powers, am I?”

He ignores her, pulling out a key from the chest pocket of his tac vest. Angel watches quietly as his thick, calloused fingers make light work of the locks around her wrists. When he slips the power dampeners off and pockets them, she rubs her bare skin.

There’s no way of knowing if her gift has returned without putting it to the test. It’s not something she can feel lurking beneath her skin. Only knows its there when she sees it in action. She wonders how long it would take Waller to blow her brain to pieces if she made a grab for Flag.

“You good?” He asks, oblivious to her violent fantasies.

“Just peachy.”

Angel climbs out of the chopper with Flag on her heels. They join Croc and the distraction team, who are already bickering amongst themselves. Something about a pink unicorn.

This is her team - the people she should be trusting to have her back.

Boomerang’s words come back to haunt her.

Suicide Squad.

There’s a very good chance she’s not coming back from this mission. Just another disposable asset. No one’s going to cry any tears if she doesn’t make it, that’s for sure. Waller might be disappointed her latest asset was a flop, but she gets the feeling it won’t take the woman long to find a replacement.

She starts to understand, just a tiny bit, why Flag seems so irritated all the time.

“Err, Colonel…Flag.” She’s not quite sure the correct way to address him. ‘Colonel’ seems too formal.

He’s halfway through breaking up the argument between Deadshot and Boomerang when he throws an impatient look over his shoulder. “What?”

“How many Task Force X missions have you been on?”

She’s actually trying to gauge the squad’s success rate, but she thinks better of framing it like that.

“With this current squad? Three.”

Angel wishes she hadn’t asked.

After a short trek through the abandoned industrial area of an unknown city, it’s time for Angel’s team to part ways with Harley and the others, but not before Flag reminds Deadshot to keep his companions under control.

“Distraction, not destruction.”

“Aye, aye, Colonel.” Deadshot winks at Angel before joining the others.

“What are they going to do?” She finds herself asking Flag, while they stand in the shadows of a derelict warehouse, waiting for some unknown signal.

The colonel has his arms folded over his vest, capped pulled low over his brow as he leans against the wall. On the surface he looks calm, laid back even, but she can sense the nervous tension coiling within his body, ready to spring into action at a second’s notice.

Flag raises an eyebrow, torn between annoyance and amusement. “Ask a lot of questions, don’t you Peterson? You want my advice? Don’t worry about them. Worry about us. Be more like Croc. Right Waylon?”

Waylon, who’s only said two words so far, just grunts.

“Got it.”

Needless to say, the plan does not go without a hitch.

Taking down the first solider goes better than she could have anticipated. Distracted by the sight of Waylon, the poor man doesn’t even notice Angel creeping up behind him as Rick provides her cover.

She grabs the guard’s arm and squeezes tightly. The sudden lack of oxygen to his brain causes his legs to buckle and he drops to the ground. She checks his pulse. It’s fluttering, but he’ll survive.

“How long will he be out?” Flag asks, seemingly unaffected by the display of her power. He’s probably used to it, spending his days around meta-humans and super-villains.

“A few hours?” She shrugs; it’s not an exact science.

“Good. Let’s move out.”

The next soldiers they encounter don’t go down so easily. While Angel’s busy taking care of one man, slowing his heart until he falls into a deep sleep, Rick is forced to incapacitate the other with the butt of his assault rifle.

“Can you get rid of that?” he asks, indicating the laceration above the soldier’s left eye.

No injuries. No traces.

“Yes, sir.” She mumbles to herself, scrambling across the ground to the prone male. Places her fingers on his brow and concentrates. The shift in her power takes a great deal of effort, even for such a minor wound, but she feels his blood start to clot, quickly forming into a scab.

Moments later the soldier is fully healed, without so much as a scratch remaining.

Angel wipes her own brow, her hand coming away damp with perspiration. She’s not accustomed to using her gift so much in such a short space of time. Not even when she was still working at the hospital. Doesn’t help that she’s out of practice thanks to the power dampeners. She can feel her energy waning, but she forces herself to her feet. The last thing she wants is for Flag to think she’s weak.

They continue through the basement, working in tandem to take down the remaining soldiers.

By the time Flag orders them to hold back, whispering, “that’s the target”, Angel is panting, sweaty and splattered with blood that is not her own.

So much for no injuries, but she’s healed them all. Not a trace of the team’s presence remaining except of course, the trail of unconscious guards. Easy to blame on a gas leak, Flag explains when she questions it.

While Flag approaches the prisoner, Angel hangs back with Waylon, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It’s almost over, this first mission. And she’s actually looking forward to returning to that god forsaken prison.

She’s distracted and daydreaming, definitely not staring at Flag’s muscled back as he interrogates the prisoner, when Waylon growls.

“We got company.”

Two soldiers creep out of the shadows, clearly planning to take Flag by surprise. Waylon is across the room and on top of the first solider before Angel can even think about screaming. Flag has seen the second solider and quickly engages him, wrestling the man to the ground.

Angel freezes. She’s not trained for this, has no idea what to do. Can hear the blood pounding in her ears as panic takes over. She can’t take her eyes off Flag. Needs to help him. Because the soldier has grabbed him by the throat, forcing him against the wall. Even from this distance Angel can see Flag’s eyes bulge.

She remembers the gun, tucked into the belt of her suit. She’s not going to risk it, though. Not when she could easily miss and kill Flag instead, no matter how tempting the thought might have been an hour ago.

With Waylon otherwise engaged, Angel has no choice. Sprinting across the room, she jumps on Rick’s assailant and grabs him by the neck.

Squeezes.

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By the time they arrive back at Belle Reve, Flag is still sore about the mission. Even if it was a success. Just. He’s so sore in fact, that he’s refused to let Angel heal his bruised vocal cords; his rasping voice making him sound even more pissed off than usual.

To be honest, Angel’s not sure she has the energy to help him anyway. After knocking out those last two soldiers with just enough power not to kill them, she can barely stand. Flag had to half carry her back to the chopper.

“What the hell were you thinking back there, Peterson?” He repeats for the third time, as the entourage of armed prison guards meet them at the gates. “You nearly got us killed!”

He should be thanking her, really, for saving his fucking life. She’s tried explaining this to him, but the man takes pig-headed stubbornness to the next level.

“I told you, no one died. I cleaned up all the injuries. Thought that was the point.”

“Next time, just use the fuckin’ gun.”

Angel hopes there isn’t going to be a ‘next time’. Hopes this is the last time she ever sees Colonel Rick Flag, but as she's led back to her cell, she hears Harley’s distinct laughter.

“I really like this one, Flag. Can we keep her?”

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Suicide Squad (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maxwell Lord/Amanda Waller, Amanda Waller/Original Character(s), George "Digger" Harkness/Original Character(s) Characters: Amanda Waller, George "Digger" Harkness, Maxwell Lord, Mari Jiwe McCabe, Ben Turner, Floyd Lawton, Barbara Gordon, Blockbuster (DCU) Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Genocide, Shaggy Dog Story, Dubious Morality, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Honey Trap, Infidelity, Blackmail, Dark Comedy Series: Part 7 of Queen & Knight Summary:

Amanda Waller is a smooth political operator.

Captain Boomerang is a horrid gremlin of a man.

But they'll have to work together if they want to blackmail a U.S. Senator.

Updates weekly. Set during events covered in comics from the 90's.

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The Mighty Pine - 2

PART 1 - PART 3

a/n: I hope everyone has as much fun reading this as i did writing it!

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Warning: drinking and people getting frisky!

Captain Boomerang X OFC // Suicide Squad // Lumberjack AU

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With a yawn you closed the door to the small bedroom behind you while you tugged at the waist of your skirt, adjusting so it rested comfortably on your hips. Wandering into the dingle, you followed the sound of your aunt singing to herself and crossed the wooden planks on the floor, stopping by the stove to hold out your hands to warm them by the cast iron as you hummed along.

"Look who decided to join us!" Rosemary teased, peering over her shoulder from the prep counter where she stood. "Go make yourself useful and show Digger how to peel potatoes. He can't do it without taking half the flesh with the skin." Looking to the other side of the room you noticed the man seated on a small, three legged stool, grumbling over the waste bin next to a basket full of spuds. After pulling on an apron, you grabbed another stool sitting down to join him him, taking a moment to watch what he was doing. It wasn't long before you began to spot his mistakes.

"Here, let me show you." Reaching forward you placed your hands over his. "You want to hold the knife like this with your fingers," you explained as you adjusted his grip. "Then when you cut, you want to curl your fingers in as you pull your wrist back, trying to just run the blade along the surface. You're peeling, not cutting." You couldn't help but notice how your hands seemed minuscule in comparison to his, just barely covering the back of his as you demonstrated the movements.

You were more than aware of how close you sat next to him, letting your arms overlap his as you corrected his technique. Without prompting, Digger leaned to the side, dropping his head so his lips you could make contact with your neck. You flushed as he unabashedly scattered kisses along your throat, taking full advantage of the fact that your aunt had her back turned.

"Stop," you hissed as his stubble continued to scratch your skin. He finally pulled back, smirking at your flushed cheeks before returning to peeling. The pair of you sat in silence as you worked. You didn't have to look to know he was watching you, you could almost feel his gaze as he studied the way you handled the spuds, quickly removing the skin and tossing it into the basket before reaching for a new one.

Digger moved at a slower pace, taking about twice as long compared to you. Between each one, as he reached for a new potato, Digger would lift his hand to his mouth, biting at his palm. You knew he had a habit of chewing his nails, but this was different.

"What's wrong with your hand?" you finally ask after he raised it for the fifth time.

"Nothing," he grumbled, dropping his fist as he held the knife, "Just a splinter. It'll find its way out soon enough."

"Come with me," you sighed rolling your eyes as you stood, grabbing his wrist so he'd follow. You crossed the dingle to your room, noting that your aunt was distracted. Once inside, you reached into the dresser pulling out a small woven basket filled with neatly arranged sewing supplies. Unearthing a sharp needle you turned to Digger with your hand out, "Let me see."

He eyed you and the needle between your fingers before questioning, "And what are yeh gon' do?"

"I'm going to pull the splinter out, it won't hurt. At least not as much as it will if it gets infected and they have to chop your hand off." You smiled coyly to yourself as the threat seemed to work. He hesitantly lifted his arm, resting his hand in yours, palm up.

You stepped closer to him and the light from the small window, examining the small dark line buried under the skin. The sliver of wood had found it's way into the softer part of his palm that wasn't covered in thick callouses. Gently poising the tip of the needle, you pushed it into the skin, keeping it shallow as you got under the splinter. Digger winced slightly as you pivoted the small piece of metal, pushing the foreign object halfway out from under the skin. Using your fingernails, you pinched the end of wood and easily removed it.

"There, all better," you stated with a smile, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on the wound before spinning around to return the needle to the pin cushion. While your back was turned, Digger took the opportunity to step in, placing his hand on your hips and bringing you against his chest. You let out a surprised squeak as you looked up to find him with a sly grin hiding under his facial hair.

"Thanks for the care, doc. Any way I can return the favor?" He leaned in, stepping forward so you were pressed between him and the dresser. You could feel his thumbs drawing small circles on your back through your shirt as he brought his mouth closer to your ear, "Any aches I can relieve for yeh?"

You bit your lip, fighting back your reply because you knew it would not come out as coherent words. You wanted to tell him no, there was nothing he could do for you since you knew this is what you should say - what your Aunt Jo expected you to say. But what you really wanted was for him to hold you tighter. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do, even though you weren't sure exactly what that was. You wished beyond reason that you were back with him in the shadowy eaves of the grange hall balcony.

Thinking of the way he had pushed his thigh between your legs as his mouth moved across the skin of your neck still made your stomach flip. Shifting to stand on your toes, you closed the distance between your lips and his.

The edge of the dresser dug into your ribs as he pushed himself harder against you, parting his mouth to take your bottom lip between his. You could feel him groan, his hands gripping your waist tighter while you raised your arm and buried your fingers into his muttonchops.

"Lunch ready yet?" You heard your uncle yell in the dingle, the sound traveling through the door you'd left ajar. You gasped as you pulled back, looking at Digger wide eyed. It was obvious by now that both your aunt and uncle would have noticed the pair of you were not tending to the potatoes as expected. Pushing Digger away, you frantically straightened your blouse, panicking about how suspicious it would look when you two stepped out from your private room together.

"Sorry!" you called out as you left the room, Digger following behind you, "I was helping Digger get a splinter out."

You looked from your uncle to your aunt who stood at opposite ends of the common area. Phil quickly accepted the answer, nodding as he returned to stacking new logs by the stove. Rosemary had a much more skeptical look about her but said nothing on the matter, simply telling you two to finish up peeling the potatoes.

The pair of you worked in silence, running your knives along the edge of the vegetables, removing the skin as you stole glances at each other. After your uncle left with the pack of lunches for the men by the river you began with slicing the potatoes as your aunt instructed. Digger was sent off to tend to the horses in the stable. Once he left you felt like you could breathe easier, not continuously worried about him doing something inappropriate while your aunt's back was turned.

A little while later you heard the door slam. Glancing over your shoulder to the entrance while Rosemary stayed focus on dicing the meat, you watched Digger stomp into the dingle.

"Oi, Mignon," Digger barked as he crossed the room, pulling off his gloves and standing behind you. "Got another splinter, can you get this?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes before setting down the knife and wiping your hands on your apron, ignoring the way Rosemary laughed to herself. Once in your room you pulled out the sewing needle and held out your hand as you had before, asking, "Show me where it is."

He raised his arm, wrapping his finger around your wrist before drawing your hand down so your palm rested on his upper thigh. "Right about here," He smirked as he watched your eyes go wide in reaction. You quickly snapped your hand back to your chest after he let go, blushing at the fact that you had touched him in such a spot.

"Don't be rude!" you hissed at him as you moved to slap his chest. You had forgotten that you were holding the needle as you brought your hand forward. Digger yelped as the point pricked his skin through the layers of his shirts.

"That hurt!" Digger emoted as he pulled at the collar of his shirt, revealing more of his hairy chest to inspect the injury. There was a small drop of blood but nothing to worry about. You couldn't help but blush as he revealed more skin.

Glinting in the light, you noticed the chains he wore tucked under his shirts. You had always assumed they were for a religious pendant but now you could see there was two thick gold chains resting around his neck.

"Wow," you murmured as you reached forward, running your fingers along the cuban links. The most expensive jewelry you'd ever seen belonged to Josephine and you were forbidden from touching it, but still you could tell by looking that his necklaces were not cheap. "Where did you get these?" you asked looking up as you ran a finger along the smooth gilded metal.

"It doesn't mattah," Digger replied quickly, pulling his shirt collar up to hide the chains. Furrowing your brows, you wonder vaguely why he was so dismissive of the subject but ultimately figured it wise to not press him.

You followed him back to the main area to find Hank warming his hands by the stove. Even though he didn't have a delivery to make, he traveled all the way back to camp to give you a ride into town as he promised. Quickly you scurried off to gather your things, knowing he'd want to leave as soon as possible. The whole time you tried to ignore Digger's sour expression.

Arriving at your Aunt Josephine's house was always a relief. You felt like you could breathe easier when you were there. Walking through the front doors you shrugged off your jacket, hearing the sounds of Jo conversing with someone in the parlor. Quickly dusting and straightening your skirt, you stepped into the side room to say hello.

"We were just talking about you," your aunt commented with a smile as she sipped at her tea, "Of course you remember my good friend, Mrs. Pottings," she introduced with a nod as you smiled at the visitor. You had a vague idea of who she was but had no real connection to her.

"It's such a pleasure to see you," you replied giving a warm smile as you stood on the threshold with your hands clasped in front of you.

"Mildred was just telling me about her grandson, Jacob," Josephine mentioned as she set her teacup down, catching your attention.

"He really is such a sweet boy," Mrs Pottings added, "He's on track to be one of the best lawyers in Boston."

"Oh, is that so?" You you replied politely, trying to keep your expression even.

"He's currently looking for a wife..." Josephine stated, catching your eye. Pursing your lips, you tried your utmost to remain passive though you could easily see what your aunt was trying to do.

"Well, I wish him the best of luck in his search," you replied with a kind smile, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to get to." Before either of them could respond you turned on your heel and climbed the stairs.

That night at dinner your aunt had been vehement, "Jacob is exactly the type of boy you should be pursuing."

"Please, Auntie Jo, can we talk about anything else?" you begged as you pushed the food around your plate with your fork, suddenly losing your appetite.

"I've already arranged for him to visit and have dinner here next Saturday," she declared as you looked to her, wided eyed and letting your jaw drop. "I don't know why you're acting so surprised. You were making no efforts to find a spouse so I took matters into my own hands," she spoke casually as she cut apart her slice of meat into small bite-size pieces, not making eye contact as you sat next to her completely still.

"What if I like someone else?" you blurted out suddenly, finally catching her attention.

"What?" she asked incredulously, pausing to look up at you, "Who?"

"His name's Digger- I mean, George," The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them, "I like him, and he likes me."

"And how did you meet this Digger?" Josephine asked, setting down her silverware to cup her hands in front of her.

"I met him up at camp," you explained, avoiding eye contact as you blushed, slightly ashamed of what you were admitting. "He likes me and I like him."

"Does he intend to marry you or is he like the other men in the camp who would prefer just a good night with you?" Your blood boiled at her insinuations. You didn't know what Digger wanted from you but the way she posed her questions made you feel worthless.

"He cares for me, and I care for him," you reiterated as you stared at your dinner plate, fighting back the angry tears that burned your eyes as they threatened to spill forward. Biting your lip, you struggled to keep your bitter remarks to yourself. Suddenly you stood, the legs of the chair scraping across the wood floor as you moved. "I am finished eating," you announced, before turning to leave the dining room. "Thank you for the meal." Dropping your napkin on the table you turned away, briskly exiting through the door and hurrying to your bedroom.

It was another restless night, though you were plagued by anxious thoughts rather than amorous ones. At some point in the early morning you managed to fall asleep, even if it was just for a few hours. When the sun rose you were still upset with your aunt and ignored her when she called your name from the kitchen while you fled out the front door. Truding through the quickly melting snow, you made your way into town. Turning the corner after the grocery store you climbed the back stairs to the apartment on the second floor and knocked on the door.

Addie had grown up next door to you and was the closest friend you'd ever had. When she lived with her family you two spent all of your time together but unfortunately since she married last spring and moved to town with her husband, the pair of you hadn't been able to see each other much.

Addie couldn't help but grin when she found it was you knocking at the door. She eagerly invited you into the small apartment. While you took a seat at the kitchen table, Addie put a kettle on the stove, requesting an update on your life. With a heavy sigh you began to recount the day before and your aunt's decisions about your future.

"Why not marry him?" Addie questioned as the kettle began to whistle. "If he's a lawyer in Boston he's probably well off. You'd be set."

"I realize that," you replied with another sigh, as she rose to get the hot water. "The thing is, I like someone else." Addie placed a cup in front of you. Keeping your eyes down you raised the spoon, swirling the water and herbs. "She'd never approve of him though, he works up at the camp."

"Does he like you?" Lifting the cup to her lips Addie took a drink as she watched, noticing the small smile that was dancing on your lips as you considered her question.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure he does," you mumbled, blushing before you continued. "Remember at the social when you came to get me from the attic?" Addie nodded, following what you were recalling. "I wasn't alone then, he was there with me." Now it was Addie's turn to grin.

"You were alone with him in the dark?" Biting your lip you gave a sheepish nodd. "And what were you doing with him?"

"Just kissing!" you squeaked, sitting up right and blushing as she gave you a sly look.

"Yes, but you know what kissing leads to..." she teased, lifting her cup to take a sip.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." You scratched the back of your neck nervously before asking, "What does kissing lead to?"

Addie nearly choked on her tea at your question. Sputtering, she lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she coughed. Pulling a handkerchief from the cuff of her sleeve she wiped at her lips once she had caught her breath.

"You've never fooled around with anyone?" she was incredulous when she asked, looking at you wide eyed. "What about Jonathan? Didn't you go out with him?"

"Yeah," you sighed, playing with the spoon in your hand. "We went out a few times and he tried to kiss me, but he stopped himself because he was too scared of Auntie Jo." You exhaled again before continuing, noticing the way Addie raised her brow in curiosity. "After the second time he took me on a date he walked me up the steps afterwards and while we stood on the porch saying good night, he leaned in to kiss me. That's when Jo snapped the door open, talking about how late it was. He took off pretty quick and never asked me out again."

"So, your Aunt chased off any boy that looked at you, but now she constantly nags you about getting married."

"That's pretty much the gist of it."

"Do you want to marry the guy up at camp?" You looked up at Addie, surprised by her query. It was something that you hadn't really considered.

"It would never happen, Josephine wouldn't have it and I don't think he's the type to settle down." You felt downtrodden by the sudden reality of the situation. Addie immediately felt bad for the situation you were stuck in and tried everything in her power to distract and cheer you up. Once she had run out of jokes and the pair of you'd finished folding the laundry, she decided to go out. The local pub was only a few blocks away and she was sure that a few glasses of wine would help your mood.

"We don't have to talk to anyone," she said while you made your way down the sidewalk, hopping over the puddles from the melted snow. "I like to just get a bottle of cheap red and a booth in the back and just watch everyone else. Sometimes when I'm with Eddie, we make up backstories for people, just guessing what they're like."

"Really?" you asked with a chuckle, walking alongside her.

"Yeah it's actually very fun," she insisted while reaching for the door to the bar and holding it open for you.

You couldn't help but admit that she was right. Going out and drinking with Addie had done wonders to lift your mood. The pair of you sat in a back booth laughing at the stories you dreamt up together as you watched everyone else in the room. The time flew by as you enjoyed yourself, regularly refilling your glass.

"Ok, ok," Addie began, trying to stifle her laughter, "You see the guy over to the left? Sitting alone with two glasses on the table?" You shifted in your seat, looking over your shoulder, following to where she pointed. "I bet he's a widower who buys a second drink every night, hoping someone will sit and join him but every girl sees the second glass and thinks he has a date so they never approach him." You couldn't help but grin as you spotted the man she was describing.

"Oh, I know for a fact you're wrong." Turning to face her you lifted your own wine glass and took a sip, "That's Jean-Claude." You weren't surprised she hadn't realized who he was, Addie had never spent time at the lumber camp, and most of the men there rarely traveled into town except for big socials or other get-togethers where they could find company for the night.

"That's Jean-Claude?" she repeated, surprised by the truth. "But he's handsome. You never told me he was young."

Only half paying attention to Addie, you looked back, wondering exactly why he would be in town. You almost got up to go talk to Jean-Claude when someone sat down to join him. Instantly your head snapped forward and you moved further into the booth.

"What's wrong?" Addie asked, shocked by your sudden reaction.

"Jean-Claude, that guy, look who just joined him!" you hissed, quickly throwing back the last remnants of wine in your glass. You could feel the heat in your face, burning in your cheeks, positive you looked like a tomato.

"Yeah, and?" Addie was obviously still confused as she looked between you and the two men sitting across the room.

"That's Digger," you added. "That's the guy from camp."

Addies eyes went wide as the realization washed over her, "The guy you were alone with in the dark?" You shook your head, nodding frantically as she smirked. "I'm going to go say 'hi'."

You nearly jumped out of your seat as your reached for Addie's wrist, stopping her in her tracks. With a roll of her eyes she relented and sat back down.

"Fine, I won't," she obliged with a sly smile you couldn't miss. "...But only because he noticed and is coming over."

"How'er you girls doin'?" Digger asked as he stopped next to your booth, leaning on the back of your seat. You didn't have to look at him to know he was staring at you.

"You must be Digger," Addie said as he held her hand out to him. "I'm Mignon's friend, she's told me all about you." You wanted to crawl under the table and hide as he shook her hand.

"Is that so?" he pressed as he pushed his way onto the bench seat, forcing you to move closer to the wall to make space for him. He set down his stein and reached for the bottle, filling both your's and Addie's glasses. "And what's she said then?"

"Oh no, that's between us," Addie baited as you lifted your glass taking a drink. "Don't worry it's nothing bad." Digger shifted in his seat, lifting an arm to rest along the back of the booth behind you as he took a sip.

"JC's just went out paying off some gambling debts." Digger shrugged as he finished his drink, his fingers hanging down so they just barely brushed along your shoulder. "That's why we're in town," he turned his head, looking directly at you, "We're heading back t'camp tonight, if yeh care to join us."

You flustered for a moment under his attention before you realized just what he was offering. Excited to get away from your Aunt Jo, you jumped at the opportunity. Addie rolled her eyes but eventually agreed to cover for you. Satisfied with your choice, Digger whistled for the waitress and ordered another bottle of wine.

The night progressed while the three of you joked and refilled your glasses regularly. You were enjoying yourself and barely noticed as Digger's arm slowly dropped, resting on your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. Addie saw what he was doing and couldn't help but giggle at the sight of you nearly sitting in his lap when Jean-Claude finally returned.

"Enchanté." The quebecois greeted, kissing the back of Addie's hands after being introduced. "I would love to get to know you, but I'm afraid we should leave," he explained, looking to Digger. "It is quite late already and it is a long ride back to camp."

Exiting the booth, Digger shifted to the side as he dropped his arm, slipping his hand into yours and lacing your fingers together. Following suit you scooted over until you could stand. You couldn't fight the smile on your lips as you looked back at your friend, who quickly jumped up from her seat.

"Next time you're kissing, try biting his earlobe," she whispered to you, "Then run your hand up his thigh and touch him. Trust me, that'll work." She pulled back giving you a wink as you followed Digger out the door, hurrying to move next to him and wrapping your free hand around his elbow.

"You two will ride in the back," Jean-Claude explained as he unhitched the horse and climbed onto the driver's seat, "There's not room for three up here."

Rounding the back of the carriage Digger turned to you, encircling your waist with his fingers before hoisting you up and into the cart. Giggling, you stumbled slightly before falling onto the hay. The bales were stacked so most of the weight was forward in the cart, creating a small wall between the pair of you and Jean-Claude. Knowing that he couldn't see you, Digger shouted once he was seated and cart jerked as it was pulled forward, bouncing with the steady rhythm of the horse's gait.

Digger smirked as he watched you, holding your gaze, causing goose bumps without even touching you. You bit your lip as you leaned forward tentatively, narrowing the gap between you and him. He slid his arm around your waist, bringing you nearer to him as the carriage bumped over a root.

You couldn't help but moan into the warm contact of his lips. One of his hands slid down your side before resting on your hip, tugging you forward and lifting your leg across his. You reeled in embarrassment, straddling his lap in such a provocative way, but as you moved your head away he took the opportunity to pepper your neck with kisses and you relented into his touch. Caught in a drunken haze you found yourself following his lead, rolling your hips into his while his hands squeezed your ass, pulling your center closer.

Remembering Addie's advice you leaned in, wrapping one hand around his neck as you kissed at the corner of his jawbone before taking the soft flesh of his earlobe between your lips. Tugging at his ear, you couldn't help but grin as you felt the rumble of a groan through his chest. Motivated by the success of Addie's first suggestion, you eagerly dropped a hand between your abdomen and his, sliding your palm south across his middle until your grasp rested on his crotch. Brazenly, and influenced by the wine, you flexed your hand and massaged his groin as you leaned back biting your lip.

It didn't take long for Digger to respond. Impatiently he undid the buttons to your blouse popping them open to reveal your breast, covered by only a thin camisole to the cold air. You couldn't help but moan as he kneaded your soft flesh, humming as he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth through the soft cotton fabric.

"Digger," you hissed as you dug your nails into the back of his scalp while trying to remain quiet, still very aware of how close Jean-Claude was. Digger ran a hand along your thigh, pushing your skirt so it bunched against your waist as your arm tightened around his neck. His thumb rubbed along your leg, slowly moving closer to your apex while teasing at the skin just past the hem of your bloomers. Nervously you curled forward, responding to the electric feeling of his fingers against your sensitive skin. Bowing your head into the crook of his neck, you rolled your hips into his touch.

Gently he ran his thumb over your clit in a swift motion that caused your whole body to jerk in response. With a satisfied grin he began to kiss and pull at the skin between your shoulder and neck while he let his fingers drifted nearer to your center. You clung to him as he touched you in a way no one ever had before. It felt like your skin was on fire, unaffected by the cold breeze as it passed. You moved with the rhythm of the bouncing carriage, pushing your hips against Digger's fingertips as they slid past your clit, hovering around your entrance.

Digger paused for a second, drinking in the moment. He had wanted you since he first laid eyes on your form from across the dingle. He watched as you helped your aunt cook while he played cards, quickly asking Jean-Claude what your name was after. It had taken him sometime to catch your attention but he never relented and it seemed his efforts had paid off. He smiled inwardly at the sight of you sitting in his lap with your legs spread, quivering at his every touch.

Eagerly he slid a single finger inside of you, watching as you squirmed at the sensation. Digger smiled as he leaned forward, kissing your breastbone, enjoying the warmth of your wet walls before slowly drawing his finger back and pushing it in again, deeper than before. You couldn't help but gasp as his digit moved along your inner walls. Slowly beginning to savor the feeling, you unabashedly rolled your hips against his hand.

Without warning, Digger pushed a second finger into you. Biting your lip, you whined at the addition, suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight.

"Relax," his low voice whispered into your ear as he continued to move his hand. Balling his shirt in your fists, you leaned forward excitedly capturing his mouth with yours. There was a foreign feeling stirring within your core. A tension building somewhere behind your stomach that'd you never felt before. Digger's touch did nothing but stoke this fire.

He shifted his wrist, raising his thumb to press against your clit as his rocked his hand back and forth. You gasped into his mouth at the sudden stimulus while he took advantage of the opportunity, slipping his tongue past your lips. You found it hard to focus on anything as Digger played with your bud of nerves, the new feeling inside of you building to a breaking point.

With a small cry you crumpled into him as something released. Falling limp, you held onto his shoulders as your hips jerked and spasmed, your legs shaking pleasantly. Slowly Digger withdrew his fingers from between your thighs and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against him as you trembled, coming down from the high.

After a moment you came back to earth. Leaning back, you studied Digger's smug, content expression and his steely eyes. "What was that?" You asked in a airy voice, still a little overwhelmed from the event.

"I just made yeh cum, is all," he explained with a smirk. "I can do it again if yeh want."

PART 1 - PART 3

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[goddessofmischief]

Rick Flag fluff where you two watch a horror movie with the squad and cuddle close together during the scariest parts while Harley and other members make fun of you, do whatever you want with it.

A/N: I set this in my Rick Flag series, which you can read here. All my fics in the series are one-shots, but feel free to read the whole series for maximum enjoyment.

Movie Night - Rick Flag x Reader

...

It was Blackguard's night to pick.

Since the Suicide Squad had begun to have a more stabilized roster - consisting of Blackguard, Captain Boomerang, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag and yourself - you'd begun to participate in team bonding exercises.

One of these, proposed by Harley, was a family movie night.

The Squad's movie nights were every single Friday. Attendance was mandatory. Tardiness was not permitted.

Harley, you soon found out, had the best taste in movies. Maybe it was simply that your tastes were aligned, but Harley's choice - usually an animated film or romance - always made you smile. Boomerang liked comedies, specifically the ones geared toward adolescent boys. Rick liked war epics, dramas. You enjoyed science fiction.

Blackguard, however...

Well. His choices were questionable.

You'd loved horror movies when you were younger. As a teenager, you'd flocked to the theater, been first in line.

...Sometime after the Joker had kidnapped you, however, they lost their appeal.

You'd lived a horror movie. You had no interest in seeing any others.

"Y/N!" chirped Harley, bouncing up to you in a pair of pink pajamas-

Oh, yeah. You'd forgotten to mention that.

At movie night... pajamas were required.

You straightened your own - black silk, from Victoria's Secret. Harley had managed to acquire them for you for your birthday last year, somewhat as a joke.

You liked them - Rick did, too.

...Speak of the devil.

Rick walked in, clad in flannel pants and a grey tee-shirt that read Property of Belle Reve. He waved to you.

"Hey, L/N."

"Hey, Flag," you smiled. Harley elbowed you.

"What's the movie, Blackguard?"

“Aw, man - it’s this great movie about a guy who goes crazy and kidnaps this girl-”

A chill ran down your spine. Rick seemed to notice your reaction.

“Maybe you pick another movie, alright, Hertz?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you blurted out. “It’s okay.”

“You sure, L/N?”

“Yeah, yeah - totally.”

You glanced around, deciding where to sit, and, almost unconsciously, Rick patted the couch cushion beside him.

Well, it was as good a place as any.

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest and trying to get comfortable.

The movie started out... fine.

Just a guy getting therapy. Nothing traumatic there, until-

The kidnapping scene happened, and almost unconsciously, your hand found its way into Rick’s.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, but he just squeezed your hand tighter.

Things only got worse from there.

Torture. Pain. Suffering. All things you remembered, things that were familiar. Before long, Colonel Rick Flag was holding you tightly, seemingly just as petrified as you were. You stayed like that, for awhile, until-

Jumpscare!

You somersaulted off of the couch, using your acrobatic abilities to cling to the ceiling fan. Boomerang paused the movie.

“L/N,” said Rick warily, “...You okay?”

You shook your head quickly, and his expression softened.

“Jump down, okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Promise?” you asked, and he nodded.

“Promise.”

Hesitantly, you jumped, and he did catch you. Harley cooed.

“Aw, isn’t this cute-”

Your cheeks burned.

“Just shut up and play the movie, Harls.”

...

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[hartrathaway]

Hii I'm interested in Hartley's story but I know literally nothing about him except that he was Wally's gay bestie in the 90s, what's his deal? Do you have any comic recs for him?

HI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!

Okay, so really brief, his dealio is: born to ‘incredibly rich’ parents (we never get a specified ballpark, but Hartley states that he was ‘born with two silver spoons in [his] mouth’ if that helps context wise), Hartley’s deaf!  His parents had him get cochlear implants when he was a child, which ‘medically healed him’.  (His deafness has been treated extremely ablest by writers who actually remember he’s deaf, I need to warn you of this now.)  He’s a music and sound waves guy, a former villain (it’s an on again off again relationship, but a lot of his character is defined by his time as a hero) and he’s very leftist.  Gay best friend in the AIDS crisis turned Wally West from a midwestern conservative to a leftie as well.  (Wally’s wife, Linda Park, was a major contributing factor, but we’re focusing on Hartley for this, so I’m gonna talk about him.)

I’ve got a mix of good reading from all over, so I’m gonna break this into sections, and do my best to describe which is which.  (all my screencaps are from this website right here, because i do not own all the back issues and it would have taken much, much longer to do this post, and as such, some of them are not sized or formatted correctly)  Click the read more if you’re interested!  Please note: I am not a 100% authority figure on Hartley, and I know there’s a few stories I have left out (the story with Bart Allen’s first appearance is a good one that Hartley is in), but these are the gist of who is he, what he’s been up to, and what is the family drama.

So for New Earth (otherwise known as post-Crisis on Infinite Earths), is where Hartley actually becomes Wally’s friend, and is a hero!  I’m going to focus on this section first.  Unfortunately, due to being a minor character, a lot of stuff is broken into small stories, or things that are happening behind the scenes, so there’s no real issue x - y that’s gonna help much.

The Flash Vol 2 #31, #32 Quick summary: In issue 31, supervillain here is killing homeless people, Hartley has been helping these same people get up on their feet by helping them get squatter’s rights.  They skip the fighting because a kid asks if they’re going to fight for a half hour and then team up, and go right to the team up.  They get Linda Park in, supervillain ends up backfiring his powers.  In issue 32, Wally, Hartley, and their pal Mason officially move to Keystone city.  Hartley’s folks are in trouble while the three of them are trying to freeload (off of Hartley’s parents, his and his parents’ relationship is better now than it had been, for a multitude of reasons), Wally and Hartley rescue Hartley’s parents, we also meet Jerrie, Hartley’s sister, and all is resolved there.  Yay, the family loves each other again!

(issue 31)

(issue 32)

The Flash Vol 2 #53 Special mention this is the issue where Hartley comes out and also has to inform Wally that Wally cannot tell who is a homosexual.  Also Wally’s an IRS agent here, for shame Wallace.  At least Hartley gets to cosplay Wally at the end, so that’s fun.  Content warning for this issue specifically is some casual homophobia, just so you know that going in.

(issue 53)

The Flash Vol 2 #170 In 170, Hartley’s being contacted by his father to call in ‘a favor’ that Hartley owes him.  The main plot line includes (one of) Wally’s ex(es) showing up, a former hero and teammate, Frances Kane, otherwise known as Magneta.  A person has been found murdered at Keystone Motors, and supervillain Goldface begins rallying union workers (which seems to just be a poorly timed coincidence).  The story itself (170 - 173) in and of itself is really fun, but I’m only going to talk about Hartley, or else I’ll be here all day.

(issue 170)

The Flash Vol 2 #174, #175, #178, #179 And here we get some drama! I’m grouping all of these together, since it’s all the same chunk of the story for Hartley, but since it’s the Flash, Wally’s center stage.  In 174, the people who were living with the Rathaway family aren’t exactly big fans of Hartley.  They know he’s changed his ways, he’s a hero now, but it’s just…  something feels off.  There’s loud music sounds, and bam!  Suddenly Hartley’s there and oh boy is this gonna be a hot mess.  In issue 175, we see some footage, and Hartley’s the lead suspect in his parents’ murder, considering that the footage has Hartley onscreen.  178 rolls up, and after Wally’s getting Gorilla Grodd taken care of (and that fight is a doozy), Wally gets to find out Hartley’s been arrested for the murder of his own parents, and Hartley confesses on-screen to his parents’ murder  (Also Hartley’s got a beard now, that’s how you know he’s depressed.) 179 opens with Hartley being processed.  Linda and Wally go to see him, and although Hartley confessed, he said “I think I did.”  (emphasis is mine; in the panel Hartley says “I think I did.”) Joker?  He’s got some Joker-fied people, and poor Hartley gets it too :(  Hartley straight up nearly kills Captain Boomerang (it’s okay, Wally stops him), and surprise!  Welcome back to Iron Heights Hartley.  Gonna have a fun time :)

(issue 174; this is the least messy part of the panel, but it was intended to be that way)

(issue 175)

(issue 178)

(issue 179)

The Flash: Iron Heights Brief interlude from the main comic line, we’ve got a one-shot that’s taking place in Iron Heights.  This takes place before Hartley gets arrested, presumably (since, y’know, they’re breaking in and all).  Fun one-shot honestly, keeps me on my toes the whole time.  Hartley’s a main character, and it’s less personal drama and very story driven.  You don’t need this to enjoy Hartley regardless, but I enjoy it!

(The Flash: Iron Heights, which you can read here.)

The Flash Volume 2 #189, #190 189! Now we find out how Hartley’s parents were actually murdered!  No spoilers, but we do get a prison breakout.  This is where we get some origin story! Don’t read this first though, because you’re going to be spoiling yourself the plot of his arrest.  In 190 we get more origin, including the way DC treated his deafness. (It’s ablest, and I’m still mentally grappling how you wouldn’t notice your child being deaf for two years, but okay Rachel and Osgood, you keep being bad.)  The story goes on for now, with Hartley on the run from… well, everyone.

(issue 189)

(issue 190)

This is pretty much it for New Earth Hartley up until Countdown.

I don’t like Countdown at all.  I’m much happier pretending that Countdown doesn’t exist (both because of how it treats Hartley for a multitude of reasons, and how Thad Thawne is treated leading up to Countdown).  More happens with Hartley’s storyline in Countdown, but I hate it with such a passion that I wouldn’t recommend it at all.  Countdown leads into Final Crisis, and I’m not a fan of either.  However, should you wish to read and make your own opinions, here’s Countdown and here’s Final Crisis.  Please note, Countdown’s issues are done in reverse order (so from issue 51 to 1, rather than 1 to 51)

And now I’m going to tell you the gospel truth:

I do like New 52 Hartley!  A lot. Unfortunately, he’s not as much in the n52 Flash run as I would like (but I’m biased, as obvious by my url).  What you need to know is that Hartley’s a musician now, like orchestra director, and he’s in a relationship with Barry’s boss, David Singh. (power move, honestly)  Unfortunately, we don’t get a whole lot in the main line.  Also at this point, the Wally West of New Earth hasn’t transitioned to the n52.  Wallace West of n52 is an entirely different character, and that’s a whole other issue for another discussion.  Wally West as we know him from New Earth doesn’t come back for a while.  Wally and Hartley haven’t talked since before Flashpoint, and that’s a shame. 

So read the Crimes of Passion Anthology he’s got please I’m begging you.  The only downside is that the artist gave him a haircut.

(Crimes of Passion: Secret Admirer)

I haven’t read anything DCeased related, and while I know Hartley gets his time to shine and kiss David, I can’t tell you much beyond that.  I’m pretty sure there’s other people who can tell you more, but it’s not me I’m afraid.  (This is me saying guys, please tell me about Hartley in DCeased, someone tell me about my fictional lavender marriage husband.)

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[sserpente]

Are you in any other fandoms besides marvel?

That depends on how you define "being" in the fandom. I'm incredibly passionate about Harry Potter too, other than that I'd say I have obsessions with specific characters and the universes they're in more than the actual fandoms. For example, I love Captain Boomerang and Harley Quinn and I can't wait for the new Suicide Squad movie but I'm not overly interested in the rest of the DCEU. I love Kylo Ren and I really enjoyed (most of) the new trilogy but the older films I've only seen once and recently, I've developed an OBSESSION with Karl Heisenberg from the new Resident Evil game but apart from Village, I don't think I'll be playing those that don't involve him or the storyline he was in. I don't even call myself a Hiddlestoner even though I have seen every single piece of work this incredible man has ever done (and I really admire his work). So, with the exception of Loki, I guess I'm invested in the receptive fictional world/the content more than the participation in the fandom e.g. the interaction with others online. For me, being in the fandom entails consuming fanfiction/Imagines, headcanons and gifs etc. online, re-watching the films/series, being up to date with new releases, maybe owning a bit (or a lot) of fan merch and being familiar with most of the cast members. That was a very long answer, sorry about that. If you browse my masterlist, you'll find a bunch of other characters that I really like and please, feel free to ask or give me recommendations but it would be impossible to give you a list of all the films, books and series that I enjoy! ♥

[frecklefaceb]

Suicide Squad Bake Off

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad)   Parings: George “Digger” Harkness Warnings: Language Rating: General Audience Disclaimer: This a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line.  

*This was an idea from forever ago based on my obsession with GBBO and pondering how the Squad would do in the competition. Poor @clublulu333​ has been waiting patiently, forever. I’m sorry its taken awhile to post anything. I hope those still lingering in the fandom enjoy it. Lots of love.*

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The idea came to Harley after a mission. The squad had been stranded, a crazy storm had kept the helicopter grounded, and they weren't able to return to Belle Reve. Flag found them the last room in a cheap motel, and luckily it was a suite with a large king bed and a sitting room, complete with two sofas that converted to sleepers. In order to keep the peace, Flag had seized control of the t.v. and settled on a baking competition show. Several of the members groaned with the selection, but soon they were all equally wrapped up in the surprising intensity of the show. Who knew baking could be so enthralling?

The next day, Harley immediately requested they do their own bake off as a reward for their good work, and Waller obliged, procuring all the items needed for the contest. A large tent and outdoor kitchens were constructed in the prison yard, causing some disdain from a few members, as naturally no one had been informed why their outdoor time had been temporarily suspended. The big reveal caused a myriad of reactions from the team.

"Alright, listen up!" Flag bellows over squeals and groans. "Waller was so kind to accommodate Harley's request on behalf of the entire squad. So, like it or not, we all get to have our own bake off."

Deadshot clicks his tongue while sending the obliviously happy woman a glare, "Man! I didn't even like the show that much."

Harley grins as her hands caress the surface of the stations, "Oh, come on! It's gonna be fun!" 

"Nah," Killer Croc chimes in and Digger laughs. 

"We'll be competing in two challenges. Myself and Katana will judge with the help of CO Griggs," Colonel Flag smirks as Griggs looks around to the other guards in confusion. 

"Sir, please don't make me eat anything they make." 

Flags brow raises, "Nervous?"

He scoffs, "Me? No. I'm just gluten intolerant."

"Right. Cause the Oreos I watched you stuff in your face earlier were gluten free," Flag challenges, and a few of the other guards snicker.

"I don't mean to interrupt this little party, but I don't cook," Deadshot folds his arms. 

Flag's eyes narrow, "You're kind of a prima donna. Do you know that?" 

"Don't get it twisted. I didn't say anything about it being beneath me or that it was a woman's place to be in the kitchen," Deadshot defends, taking an easy jab at Boomerang, who was often vocal about a woman's place was in the kitchen or on her knees. 

"I stand by me words," Digger chimes in with a grin. 

"Ya unicorn is a REAL lucky gal," Harley jests. 

“The only woman to tolerate him is one he’s paid for,” El Diablo adds, and the group chuckles. 

“Least I ain’t charring them like we’re at a barbeque,” Boomerang bites with a puffed out chest, strutting towards El Diablo, but Flag quickly steps between the two. 

“Enough,” he flatly orders. “You two can take stations in opposite corners, Floyd you can be a judge with Katana and Griggs, I find baking relaxing so I’ll take your spot, and the others fill in.”

“That’s cute. Do you have your own embroidered apron and shit?”  

“No but I’ve got a gun and you don’t, so I suggest you parade yourself over there,” Flags threat wiping the smile from Deadshot’s face. Rick glances over to the idling Squad members, “Grab your aprons and get into place. We don’t have all day.”

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"Times up!" Griggs shouts over the clanking of dishes and counters. 

"Stop touching your stuff!" Harley snarls at Digger. He licks his fingers with a gold toothed grin, ignoring the dirty looks from the others. 

"We'll bring you up individually, and you can tell us about whatever abomination you've made for us," Griggs announcement teeming with an underlying uncertainty. He was undoubtedly thinking about all the things he'd done to the individuals about to feed him. 

"I'm first!" Harley squeals, skipping to the front with a plate of cupcakes. Katana scans the obnoxiously bright confections, before glancing at the two other judges. 

Growing impatient, Harley picks up one of the cupcakes, practically shoving into Katana's face, "Oh, come on! Try it already!" 

Deadshot tears it from Harley's grip, and willfully takes a large bite. Griggs and Katana each hesitate before following Deadshot’s lead to try their cupcakes. 

“That’s not bad, Dollface,” Deadshot encourages between bites.

Harley beams with pride as Katana nods in agreement, and Griggs waves her off for the next contestant, Croc, who was dismissed for submitting baked chicken. Chato impressed the judges with his Tres Leches cake, and Colonel Flagg scores high marks for his Matchamisu. Griggs groans quietly as he waves the final contestant forward, “Digger.”

Snickers erupt as Boomer works his way before the judges to present his entry. 

“Dude, what is that?” Deadshot questions while side-eyeing the plate with toast and sprinkles. 

“Fairy toast,” Boomer shoots back, offended that the judges were perplexed. 

Griggs scratches his neck, unsure if he heard the thickly accented man correctly, “Say what?”

Between clenched teeth, Digger snarls, “Ya heard me.” 

“That ain’t dessert. It’s buttered toast with sprinkles,” proclaims Deadshot, with an antagonizing nod of agreement from Griggs.  

“The hell it ain’t, ya uncultured fuckwit! Even made it in me oven.” Cried Digger, his voice rising an octave with his defense. 

Griggs smiles at Digger’s frustration, but Flag interjects before the situation further escalates, "It’s a better entry than baked chicken.” 

Croc growls from the back of the room are ignored as Harley chimes in, “Fairy bread is actually a popular treat at children’s parties in Australia.” 

“Bloody right,” Boomerang bites while sliding the platter across the counter. Griggs snorts while grabbing a piece of heart shaped toast, slowly inspecting the surface. If anyone would be brazen enough to tamper with the food it would be Captain Boomerang. 

“Ya didn’t harass the rest of ‘em. Oi, just take a bite!” 

Griggs eyes narrow, “I will once I give it a sniff.” 

The other contestants collectively match Boomerang’s impatience with the officer, and begin heckling the judges. Flagg motions to Griggs to wrap it up, while Katana lifts her plate and then shrugs, before taking a bite of the bright confection, silently nodding as she chews. Deciding it was safe, Griggs finally takes a bite, and then another, quickly finishing before pawing for a second piece, “It still looks stupid.” 

Boomer knocks the toast from his hand and Griggs flings the platter back in retaliation, loose sprinkles scattering across the counter. With a contentious gaze, Digger reaches for the plate and takes a cautious step backwards from the bench. 

“The sprinkles are magical,” Harley encourages, as Digger passes to his station. 

Stepping out from his work station, Flag announces, “We’re going to forgo a technical challenge – “ 

“What?! You can’t do that! Technicals are part of the deal!” Harley pouts at the news ignoring the cheers from others in the tent.  

The Colonel turns to the distressed woman, folding his hands behind his back widening his stance, peacocking his stature and position over the prisoners. “Ms. Quinn, let us not forget who is in charge.” 

“It’s not fair!” Harley screams, picking up one of the eggs and lobbing it at Flag. His mouth drops with disbelief as it explodes on his left shoulder. As if on cue, the rest of the squad starts throwing perishables from behind their tables, and a full-on food fight ensues. 

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” Waller’s voice echoes over the group, her tone cold, much like her glare, cutting through the chaos. 

Everyone in the tent freezes with wide eyes. Colonel Flag pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters, “Guess I won’t be making my white chocolate cranberry tart.” 

Unamused, Waller lifts a brow and Flag nods. 

“Time to clean up!”

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[deathsmallcaps]

Hey guys I have a dumb idea

I would like to write a 10,000 words of fan fiction during winter break, but I can’t decide on what to do. So here is twelve options. Either choose one for 10,000 OR 2 for 5000 each or 3 for 3333 each. Please let me know :).

1. ATLA AU: Some benders and non-benders can turn into the magical animals associated with their element, and the Gaang (season three edition) are being hunted by the most successful poachers in the world for roughly an episode. Aang: All of course. Katara: Magic fish possibly? Would have to workshop that one. Zuko: Dragon. Sokka: normal but excellent sword and boomerang fighter, of course. Toph: normal Bender, which makes her interactions with wild badgermoles and her innovations in metal bending all the more impressive. (DEFINITELY inspired by muffinlance’s wonderful work)

2. Umbrella Academy: What happened to the other kids? Mostly a description of Reginald being horrible and very quickly judgemental of the babies while gathering the Seven, and how/whether they grew up or not. (Have only seen the tv show but apparently in the comics Five and Luther are twins which may play into what I’m going to write.)

3. Batman: Peggy Sue AU for Alfred where he wakes up the day after the Waynes’ murders with memories of having witnessed his entire family die, and so resolved to make sure Gotham grows up safe, and so do Bruce and his little Robins, perhaps at the expense of them never living with him at all. It may or may not be difficult to make sure Damian is born lol. (It would be a big plot point)

4. I’ve been kind of working on this for a while but I have a choose your own adventure story (but you have to roll dice for unspecified paths) for each Disney princess. Have currently finished planning out most of Belle, just depending on what you guys want I would write up and post however many. The paths may depend on how much of the extended lore I’ve seen (For example, I’ve seen more of the Ariel extended canon stuff, so farther along you may meet Gabriella, or Melody, or so on.) it would be a Peggy sue au once again. I may also make a mini-one to ‘unlock’ with luck for Melody. Anna and Elsa are separate ones.

5. A continuation of The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett. Maurice would once again be mostly the main character, and he would set up a kid to take over as Lord Mayor of Ankh-Morpork, and possibly get involved in the steamboat business. If we had time, we would meet more of the extended Ankh-Morpork cast.

6. The Nine Lives of the Marquis of Carabas: an exploration of Neverwhere, Coraline, the Graveyard Book, Good Omens, American Gods, Time Cat, Pan’s Labyrinth, the Neverending Story and Discworld. Basically how he lived one life and kind of ‘Forrest Gumped” his way around the stories.

7. A Phantom of the Opera/Over The Garden Wall crossover where a dead Eric decides to kill the Beast - at least he doesn’t try to suck the souls out of children! (Only young, beautiful women, of course). Wouldn’t be a very happy fic

8. Labyrinth (Jim Henson Movie): where after realizing that both she and Toby are too touched by the Fae to survive very long in this world, Sarah and her brother must rush to get back to the Labyrinth in time. (Small crossover with Pan’s labyrinth probablyy.)

9. Percy Jackson: and the extended pantheons crew all have a chill day and then do a murder mystery dinner party. I just want to mess around with all of them.

10. Dealing with Dragons and the Last Unicorn: Cimorene accidentally crosses over, meets the Last Unicorn, and invites her over for dessert. More plot to ensue, of course. Sort of a look at how a fractured fairy tale/aware of the fairy tale but unable to stop fate kind of story would mix.

11. (This one is likely to happen because I was recently talking to another user about this) The Boy Who Could Fly: after Max the dog dies, Eric appears with a puppy. Milky and Eric manage to then spend the day together, before he must go away again.

12. Peter Pan 2: Jane struggles to take care of her mother while raising her own daughters by herself. Desperate and in need of some time to mentally sort things out, she asks her children to call for Peter, despite being afraid they’ll stay away forever.

13. Wonder Woman and Captain America team up and are not shipped. They are just buddies who occasionally cross dimensions to hang out and punch fascists.

14. Steven Universe: The Pearls (along with a Steven who has seen a therapist) fuse into a time-travelling Mega Pearl and punch the Diamonds in their faces at the point where they have been the most oppressive in their lives. Rose Quartz does get treated as a separate entity, but instead of getting punched, she gets a HUGE talking-to.

15. The Princess and the Frog: When Naveen’s parents die shortly after WWII, they must choose between leaving her dreams and America behind forever or taking control of Maldonia. After the hardships of the Great Depression, the War

16. A Ghibli Fic: I want to write some some older Ghibli but would need a suggestion for that.

Sorry about the long post :)

#avatar the last airbender #umbrella academy #batman #disney #the amazing maurice and his educated rodents #neverwhere #phantom of the opera #otgw #labyrinth #percy jackson #dealing with dragons #the last unicorn #the boy who could fly #return to neverland #wonder woman #captain america #steven universe #the princess and the frog #studio ghibli #disney princesses

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Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 people

Name: Edith

Nicknames: Galaxy Girl (online), sometimes in text messages one of my friends calls me "OME" = Oh my Edith

Languages: Native German (swabian dialect), fluent in English, some (very bad) French

Nationality: German

Favorite Season: Autumn (No Allergies, No sweating, No freezing + my birthday and I have reasons to stay inside when it's raining!)

But my favourite sports are winter sports(skiing, ice skating) ...so yeah

Favorite Flower: probably Tulips (I have some wood tulips from the Netherlands in my room) and Daisys (they grow so much around here)

But like roses are nice too I guess(?)

I'm not that much of a flower fan because of my Hay Fever

Favorite Scent: Food? Food

Favorite Color: Orange, red, blue

Favorite Animal: rabbits and birds (any kind of birds, my grandpa used to own more than 60 birds and still has around 40 or so (mostly pigeons))

Favourite fictional characters: Oh boy (I'm gonna take characters that I could tell you a lot about, sometimes specific for a certain TV show/comic only and characters that I like quiet a lot even if I can't tell you that much)

DC Comics: Wally West, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Zatanna, Flashs Rogues (Captain Cold, Trickster, Captain Boomerang, etc.), Poison Ivy, Dinah Lance

Marvel: Captain America, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye (not the edgy Endgame version though), Groot, Angel, Nightcrawler, Mystique

Anime: Shoto Todoroki (Bnha), Saitama (OPM), Yuuri & Victor (Yoi), Zack (Aod)

Star Trek: Kirk, Bones, Trip, Stamets

Sherlock: Sherlock, Mycroft, John

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Charlie, Gabriel

Kingsman: Harry, Eggsy

Lucifer: Lucifer, Trixie

Brooklyn 99: Jake, Rosa, Capt. Holt, Kevin

Musicals: Lafayette & Jefferson (Hamilton), Heather C. (Heathers), Anne Boleyn & Anna of Cleves (SIX), Harry Bright (Mamma Mia)

And many more!

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 100% Hot Chocolate

Average sleep hours: School day usually 6 hours (can be less or a bit more), vacation between 5-10 hours

Dog or Cat Person: I'm allergic to both :/ and if they are nice it doesn't matter

# of blankets you sleep with: Summer= 0-1 (more are in my bed but at the side), Winter= 1-3 (depending on the thickness of the blanket and my room temperature)

Dream Trip: Many movie locations and fandom locations where they speak English (London (was there twice last year), New York)

Blog established: middle 2019 I guess (?) Idk

# of followers: 30 (mostly p*rn bots XD), but nearly 5000 in YT

Random fact: I'm 173 cm (5"8' tall), have brown hair and weird green/grey/yellow eyes...

Also I'm allergic to Cats, Dogs, House Dust Mites and have Hay Fever

I have a bunny called Lucy (used to have 2 others called Mona and Flocke)

So yeah since I have no regular friends on Tumblr (except maybe the one that tagged me) I'm gonna give it to anyone who wants to do this

#Galaxy Girl #20 question #YouTuber #? #fandom #sooooo many fandoms #dc comics #Kingsman #Star Trek #and so many more #but here it is #i guess #get to know moi #the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

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The Suicide Squad: Montana Madness Part 1

Introduction

Greetings! This is my first time posting fan fiction. I had fun writing this and I hope you will enjoy this. I am a big superhero comics fan, and since they’ve been on my mind recently, I had an idea for a Suicide Squad story. For some insight, I originally thought of this as an interlude issue between some ongoing threads in a series, but it was pointed out to me that DC probably wouldn’t allow this. Thus my interest in trying to write this story out in prose format.

I have divided this up into three parts to ensure proper copy/pasting, and because my story divides neatly into three parts.

Location: Area 43--Belle Reve Meta-Prison

Time: 21.9.8 14:37 PM CDT

The sky was partially cloudy over the yard, and it was a crowded place, as this prison was never expected to grow as big as it has. In the four hours a day the prisoners, all repeat offending supervillains, were allowed in daylight, they broke into their groups- some gangs formed and some friendships were being fostered. Workouts, fights, and petty gambles born of tedium all took place to pass the time before they were forced back into their cells. All of it happened under the supervision of guards in anti-tank personnel armor and those in the towers watching their vitals through the command collars all prisoners wore, lest their special abilities and powers be unleashed in deadly, retributive action against those who hold the keys to their cells.

There was a noise near one of the entryways. Guards with laser rifles poured out leading a new prisoner into the yard. Large, inhuman yet humanoid forms were not unusual among the population of Belle Reve, but even this new prisoner stood out. A cube-like head was atop a cube-like body. Shorter prisoners pushed their way forward as people gathered to get a look at their new neighbor, but as soon they came to the front, they regretted the choice. The figure seemed to be a fox mascot wearing boxing gloves for some sports team--where the name of the team once was on its gold colored jersey had been replaced, in a stylized font that linked the letters together, “Kill Kill Kill Kill.” But this was not what made those who looked upon this new prisoner regret their choice. It was the eyes. It’s googly eyes pierced into the soul and followed those who tried to look away. Everyone who gazed upon it felt this unnerving stare.

Amanda Waller came out in a crisp new navy pantsuit and rode upon a hover-platform that raised her to a height where she could see the entirety of the gathered prisoners. She pressed a button on her wrist control, and the audio function of every prisoner-retention device was active.

Amanda: Afternoon. This is your newest cellmate and yard friend straight from Maine Magical Dungeon Prison, Boxy Foxy the Killer with Moxie. It will also be joining some of you on a new mission.

Amanda looked upon the crowd to decide who she wanted for this mission. She noticed that a number of the prisoners looked unnerved. She enjoyed watching these murderers and masochists squirm. She also needed them to focus, so she looked for those who did not break their gaze.

Amanda: Chase, report to mission control.

The self-styled hero Vigilante gave Amanda a dagger filled glance, but did not press back against the order. It had been many months since he had seen the outside world, and this would likely be the only chance he had to escape this place--even briefly.

Amanda: Strange, report to mission control.

Strange: Can I wear my suit?

Amanda:….Yes, you can wear your off-color Batman suit.

Strange: Those are his true colors!

Amanda: *sighs* I’m not having this argument again, Strange. I have seen Batman.

Strange: I have seen his soul, and that allowed me to mock him by showing his true colors. It also allowed me to honor nature and present myself as the master predator that I am. You have weak eyes, Waller.

Amanada: You have lost to every Robin. You should be honored you’re even considered dangerous enough to be here.

The distinct laughter of the Australian supervillain, Captain Boomerang, erupted and interrupted.

Boomerang: You lost to the Robins? Ahahahahahaahhhaa. You suck!

Strange: There is no shame. Batman trains his welts well, and the Nightwing is no Robin. He’s bested Deathstroke, and as I recall, you pissed yourself when Deathstroke became involved during one of your missions.

Boomerang: Lying bastard. I did no such thing. I’ll have you know, I fought the Flash. I am not some loser who got beat by some sidekicks.

Strange: Your defeat is no greater than mine. You can tell yourself the glory of your battle all day, but we all remember how you smelled when you came back.

Boomerang mumbled something as he quickly reached down towards a small rock he had intended for the shining, gigantic dome that was Strange’s head, but Amanda raised her hand. The guards in watchtower three understood and acted nearly instantly to disable Boomerang through minor electrocution via his collar. Boomerang landed face first into the dry, warm dirt as laughter emerged around him. Catman offered a hand, but Boomerang angrily slapped it away as he slowly made his way up.

Amanda scanned the crowd one last time, and she saw him. The mad man who walked and talked like a pirate out of a children’s tale, dressed like poor man’s Pirates of the Caribbean knockoff when not in standard prison orange, and claimed to be from another Earth--Captain Kilgore. His tales of another world were not backed by any evidence, but his claims were logged in the event of an hostile extra-universal encounter. His only advantage over Chase or Strange was his ability to transform his body into water, which made him hard to kill. If he could change his shape or control more water, then Kilgore might have been one Belle Reve’s more dangerous inmates, but his apparent inability or lack of skill simply made him a useful moron to Amanda Waller.

Amanda: Captain Kilgore, report to mission control.

Kilgore: To the high seas, we be going, eh? I’ll be needing my parrot if I’m to lead your men across my treacherous love.

Amanda: Your parrot was eaten by Killer Croc, and you wouldn’t need that damn bird where you’re going.

Kilgore: Arrrrrgggggghhhhh!

Amanda: The rest of you can go back to your miserable lives. Yard time is being cut short an hour today. Deal with it.

She hovered her way back inside as groans, shouts, and threats filled the yard. The guards raised their weapons as they backed off. One of the men who fought over the name Blockbuster ran forward seeking revenge for the lost time, but was severely shocked and left twitching in front of the gathered prisoners. They soon disbanded and went their separate ways, as guards dragged Blockbuster back to his cell.

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The Suicide Squad: Inside James Gunn’s DCEU Supervillain War Movie

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In November 2019, I found myself in the middle of a war zone. Well, the closest approximation of a war zone I’ve ever found myself in during my time visiting the sets of blockbuster movies. If I had been brought to this particular set in Atlanta on a sunny autumn afternoon without knowing what movie it was that I was supposed to be getting a peek at, the scene presented to a group of journalists probably would have convinced me that this was some new war movie or straight up action blockbuster, and not one that features a collection of DC villains and antiheroes at its core.

The set in question is called “Jotunheim” and it’s apparently an objective Task Force X needs to conquer in The Suicide Squad. But for all intents and purposes, this could be the kind of Nazi fortress that the gritty characters of movies like The Dirty Dozen or Where Eagles Dare need to conquer, whether or not they get out alive. That’s no accident, according to director James Gunn.

“A lot of the film is within the genre of war caper films,” Gunn tells reporters later that day, specifically referencing The Dirty Dozen, Kelly’s Heroes, and others. “It’s not really something that’s existed for a long time, but in the late 60s that was one of the most vibrant genres of the world. [We wanted to] kind of … add on to it with The Suicide Squad.” 

There’s no sign of Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn, Idris Elba’s Bloodsport, or any of the other oddball DC characters at the center of Gunn’s newest movie as we stroll the Jotunheim set. Whatever wild action took place here seems to have been resolved long before our arrival. But the evidence is everywhere and it must have been one hell of a fight.

From the decrepit guard tower and busted fence at the perimeter to the entrance of Jotunheim (which has a massive hole blasted in it) is probably a distance of 100 meters or so. And virtually every inch of that shows the scope of whatever took place here: burnt out bunkers, overturned and semi-destroyed jeeps, sandbagged guard stations, and so much debris, a mixture of real rocks and carved foamcore and plywood “masonry.” 

“It’s a giant construction project” producer Peter Safran jokes about the number and scale of practical sets that have been built for The Suicide Squad. “The idea is to do as much practically as we possibly could.”

That reliance on practical sets and effects wherever possible is a theme that keeps coming up throughout the day as we tour sets and look at production artwork, scale models, weapons, and more.

“We built literally three football fields of a set and that’s so unusual in this day and age,” production designer Beth Mickle says of Jotunheim. “You just never do that. We wanted to have real rubble behind them in the battle sequences, and we wanted to see the building that they’re attacking. For that scene to exist in a film today is just highly unusual. And we’ve done that set and then a dozen others of that scale, so it’s incredible.”

Both the war movie vibe and the love of practical effects are very much in evidence on another set, a convincing indoor recreation of a jungle with a guerilla camp nestled in the middle of it. There’s dirty laundry hanging, filthy pots strewn around, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and a half empty bottle of watery beer…and what appear to be bloody chunks of skull and assorted viscera littering the grass. Like Jotunheim, something went down here, and whatever it was, it wasn’t pretty.

The Characters of The Suicide Squad: Meet Task Force X

It all stands in almost stark contrast to the wacky assortment of brightly-colored characters that make up the actual team. The concept art and costume tests for these characters were suitably colorful and wildly offbeat, and it’s almost hard to make this line up with the gritty, war movie vibes of the Jotunheim and jungle sets. But storyboards reveal a nighttime action sequence on a beach, with the Squad invading the fictional nation of Corto Maltese, and were it not for the colors and unique designs of the characters wreaking havoc, this too would be evocative of just about anything other than a superhero movie.

A production office is papered with life sized posters of Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie), Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney), Peacemaker (John Cena), King Shark (performed by Steve Agee and voiced by Sylvester Stallone…although we don’t know that at the time), Blackguard (Pete Davison), Savant (Michael Rooker), Mongal (Mayling Ng), Weasel (Sean Gunn), The Thinker (Peter Capaldi), Ratcatcher 2 (Daniela Melchior), Javelin (Flula Borg), Amanda Waller (Viola Davis), Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman), TDK (Nathan Fillion), and Bloodsport (Idris Elba).

Looming large is also Idris Elba’s ominous, armored character who we now all know as Bloodsport, but who the studio remained cagey about identifying during this set visit for some reason, leaving reporters to speculate on the identity of the badass in blue, black, and gold. Between the color scheme, the armor, and an impressively intimidating assortment of weapons left out on a table for reporters to ogle as it’s explained that each weapon transforms into or folds out of each other, speculation about Bloodsport ends up occupying a fair amount of the downtime between interviews.

So what exactly could possibly hold such a motley crew together?

“You have to remember that all either have been wrongfully accused or done horrible, morally wrong things,” John Cena says. ”You can see the good in people, you can also see the evil in people… All of these people have real bad personality problems. So I think when you get that type of group together, that’s what makes it fun. Everybody is kind of different. But I think criminals see criminals, they just size everybody up. I think every one of them is like, ‘how is this person going to stab me in the back?’ That’s the world they come from.”

Cena is playing the authoritarian Peacemaker, a character who sees himself very differently than many other members of the Squad do. But the actors behind two of the stranger characters in the film, offer some additional perspective on the team dynamic.

“There’s people in this story that really want friendships, and people that don’t want anybody near them, just like all of us,” says David Dastmalchian, who plays Polka-Dot Man. “I think all of us have felt at times like we are totally disposable to either our employers or society or you name it. So that’s been interesting, in the relationship [between the characters] with the dynamic that starts to build or break down.”

“These are all characters that for the most part, probably don’t even know the existence of the other ones,” Steve Agee says. “Some of them do, and it’s the story of The Suicide Squad. They are forced to be together, and do this task, this mission. So, part of the story is just watching these people adapt to being around each other.”

Flula Borg (who gave journalists a rambling, uproariously funny interview about his character which you’ll see more of on DoG soon enough) spoke about how his character relates to Viola Davis’ team leader, Amanda Waller.

“Judging from all the relationships that Javelin has I would say poor, non-existent, unhealthy, crosses lines, should consider not interacting with other humans,” Borg says. “Javelin doesn’t worry about how people treat him. He treats them … What’s the golden rule? He has the Javelin rule, which is like ‘suck it, I’m cool.’ I think that’s his rule.” 

Even here with the characters, the commitment to practical effects is strong, especially in areas where you’d fully expect them to rely on CGI. For example, Daniela Melchior, who plays Ratcatcher 2, has a little helper rat named Sebastian. While the hordes of rats the character is capable of commanding will necessitate CGI, at least some of the rats are real.

“We have three female rats [that play Sebastian],” Daniela Melchior says about the um…practical rats that the movie is using. “It’s a little bit distracting sometimes because I have to act lazy and tired like I don’t give a shit about whatever is happening… and I’m just like, ‘come here.’ But she doesn’t want to come, she wants to find new places and go, so we’re like, ‘okay, we’ll try one time with the rats, we’ll see what happens.’”

And when one of the rats playing Sebastian doesn’t want to do as they’re told, only then does the movie revert to CGI to get the desired “performance” from the furry co-star.

“I don’t know if I can say this,” Melchior says conspiratorially. “But actually, [some of the cast] are a little bit afraid of rats…I’m always trying to say ‘look, she’s so sweet, she wouldn’t hurt you.’”

From Suicide Squad 2 to The Suicide Squad

Like the characters themselves, The Suicide Squad has something of a rough past. The first movie failed to become the surefire franchise-starter the studio hoped for in 2016, and while a Suicide Squad 2 was put into development almost immediately, it wasn’t until Gunn became available that the project finally solidified.

“There was no plan before James,” Safran says. “There were other writers that had worked on various Suicide Squad scripts over the years, but… this was starting from ground zero, starting from scratch. All the characters that he selected were just characters that he was a fan of and wanted to play with. I think, in typical fashion for James, he picks more obscure characters…he liked the idea of being able to take these characters and imbue them with whatever characters he really wanted, or characteristics that he really wanted to play with.”

One of the “characteristics” Gunn wanted was to truly tap into the spirit of DC’s long-running and beloved Suicide Squad comics of the 1980s, which were co-created and stewarded by Jon Ostrander. 

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“I don’t think of it so much as an interpretation of what Ostrander wrote but I do think of it as a continuation of what he did,” Gunn says. “It’s very much in line with that. When he was first putting this team together, he was only able to get certain characters. For him, it was the fun of taking these characters that weren’t as well-known and developing them in a real way. And it’s one of the greatest superhero runs of any comic book series.”

(Gunn also notes that Ostrander has a cameo in the film.)

As for whether or not The Suicide Squad is a sequel to or a reboot of the previous film, all involved are both diplomatic and evasive. The official line is that any characters that were together in the previous film do already know each other, but as for the actual events of the 2016 movie, that’s where things get murky. 

“We just don’t address it any tangible form,” Safran says. “Yes, they’re the characters and actors that played them in the first movie, but we really wanted to make sure that this stands on its own two feet. It’s not a sequel, but there are some characters that were in the first movie, so it’s not really a full reboot either. So we just call it James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad.”

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Inside Jotunheim

Later in the day, journalists are taken inside Jotunheim via soundstage, an indoor construction that appears almost as sprawling as the outdoor set. As we saw outside, the remnants of what was likely a furious battle are all around. A stuntman in full Peacemaker gear is hanging around as we see Robbie’s Harley, Dastmalchian’s Polka-Dot Man, and Agee as King Shark (“the studio is trying to play down the whole Polka-Dot Man/King Shark universe they’re building,” Dastmalchian jokes) make their way through the rubble. Elba’s Bloodsport isn’t visible, but we’re assured he’s part of the scene.

While it’s Sylvester Stallone voicing King Shark in the film, it’s Agee on set here, wearing a grey mo-cap suit with the kind of padding you see on MLB umpires and somewhat shark-shaped wire headgear. He also appears to be holding a skull.    

Harley, however, is wearing the ornate red dress glimpsed in the trailer (although it’s somewhat the worse for wear at the moment). As she navigates the carnage in Jotunheim, Gunn calls out for Robbie to “hum a little tune.” She does just that, conjuring exactly the kind of aimless musical free-association you’d expect from a mind like Harley Quinn in the midst of battle.

“Harley’s been through some things as you can see by this point in the film,” Robbie says to reporters between takes. When it’s noted that Harley’s baseball bat, a fixture in the previous film, is nowhere to be found in this scene, she jokes “My baseball bat is back home in LA, next to my bed, in case anyone breaks in…I’ve got other weapons in this one.”

We don’t get to see these Squad members engaged in any combat during the shooting of this scene, and it’s not clear if this is the interior from the same “entrance” that had seemingly been blasted into the outdoor structure, or somewhere else inside the fortress. But the clues all point to one thing: like everything else in this movie, where The Suicide Squad goes, destruction and chaos follow.

The Suicide Squad opens in theaters and on HBO Max on Aug. 6. We’ll have more from our set visit in the coming days.

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Suicide Squad (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maxwell Lord/Amanda Waller, Amanda Waller/Original Character(s), George "Digger" Harkness/Original Character(s) Characters: Amanda Waller, George "Digger" Harkness, Maxwell Lord, Mari Jiwe McCabe, Ben Turner, Floyd Lawton, Barbara Gordon, Blockbuster (DCU) Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Genocide, Shaggy Dog Story, Dubious Morality, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Honey Trap, Infidelity, Blackmail, Dark Comedy, Death, canon complicit Series: Part 7 of Queen & Knight Summary:

Amanda Waller is a smooth political operator.

Captain Boomerang is a horrid gremlin of a man.

But they'll have to work together if they want to blackmail a U.S. Senator.

Set during events covered in comics from the 90's. COMPLETE.

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