"This is not my suicide squad," Amanda Waller's static-filled voice called over the comm set from her place on the edge of the battle field, where they stood now used to be sprawling urban development, now reduced to rubble. "Taskforce X actually listens to me when I talk."
Some people just knew how to be reassuring, but Waller was not one of them. Nightwing sighed as he sucked behind a crumpled Nissan Altima (a hearty car), the idea that she had other options available and yet continually chose to utilize Taskforce X instead wasn't a particularly reassuring sign. The level insubordination necessary to make Harley Quinn seem cooperative by comparison was actually pretty impressive.
He was about to hop out from behind the toppled car when something green and bright shot past his hiding spot.
"Hey, you!" He looked around confused at the sound of a young voice. "Yeah you, behind the car. What the fuck is going on?"
In the air thirty feet away floated a white haired teenager in a black and white rubber suit trying to find something in the chest cavity of one of the androids the Justice League had been struggling to beat.
didnt have the time to do a full finished drawing, but i tried to keep up with my tradition for redrawing the same good bro day drawing ive done for 3 years already :')
(last year's, which also has links to prev years as well)