"Now how are we going to get ourselves outta this one without anyone dying?"
The 3 members of Task Force X that weren't knocked out or being held captive, stood opposite of you.
After you returned Deadshot's words right back to him, a deafening silence overcame the area. He still had his gun drawn aimed at you, while your own rested against Harley's head. The girl hadn't moved ever since she felt the feeling of the revolver against her skull, remaining completely still.
A playful smile graced your lips as you spoke, almost as if you were asking a question on a group project. As if everything happening right now weren't a big deal. As if you shouldn't have already dropped dead from the amount of blood you lost. As if you shouldn't be screaming in pain and agony from your wounds.
"What makes you think I won't shoot"
"If you shoot then I kill her"
"And why would I care about the maniacs life"
"Now that's the award winning question"
Your eyes shown with interest, your voice seemingly reflecting this as you felt a shiver go down Harleys spine.
"Why do you care...."
Your grip on Harleys neck stiffened. Making her visibly grimace. You saw Livewire flinch at that, while Katana didn't move a muscle. But you could see it in her eyes.
"About this maniac?"
You felt Harleys shoulder move slightly, and pressed the gun against her head even harder. You felt her body immediately tense at the force, making your light smile which you had lost a few moments ago returning.
"I don't ca"-
"Don't give me that BULLSHIT"
You kicked out one of Harleys legs from under her, forcing her down onto her knees. You put the revolver to the back of her head. Your had smile disappeared.
"I know everything about you, ALL OF YOU!"
You were almost yelling now. The amused look had disappeared, replaced by one of pure rage. It shone in your eyes but never showed itself in your expression, which I remained cold all the while.
"Tell me Deadshot, what's your belief?"
The mercenaries eyes narrowed as he stared at you. Your gaze never left his, as a calm expression took over your previous outraged one in a matter of seconds. Almost as if nothing happened at all.
"My belief?"
"Moral code. Rules. I just call them beliefs. So what's yours? What makes you believe that you...."
You raised a finger towards the mercenary.
"Have the right to kill me?"
You pointed your finger back towards you. Livewire turned towards Deadshot, while Katana only moved her eyes. Her body still facing you.
"Because if I don't I'll have my brains on the concrete within moments"
"Stop avoiding the question Lawton"
You saw his finger flinch as it seemed he was about to pull the trigger on reflex.
"Ah-ah-ah"
You pushed the barrel of the gun even harder into the blondes head. The sound seemingly snapping Deadshot out of his state of mind, as his finger pulled itself away.
"How do y"-
"Although, I suppose someone who killed his own brother wouldn't care about some random persons life"
A loud bang overtook your hearing. At that moment everything went black and white, as all colour was sucked out of your vision. You could see the bullet slowly coming out of the barrel of Deadshots gun, aiming straight for your head. A burst of yellow and red only being visible for mere moments.
'Guess I pushed him too hard'
You were at a crossroads. At the moment you could either pull the trigger, sending a bullet through Harleys brain. But if you did that, you'd also die. So it was either that or-
'Sorry Strange.........0'
In your heighten state, the revolver slowly, almost painfully turned towards Deadshot. You could see the bullet finally bursting out of the barrel of Deadshots gun as you pulled the trigger.
Your arm held firm as the weapon slightly rebounded, a burst of force thrusting your own bullet out.
Both bullets slowly started moving towards their destination, going slowly for you but in reality so fast the others could barely react.
Katana had "slowly" put herself in a position where she was crouched down, seemingly about to fly out of her spot and to you. Presumably to protect Harley from what they thought would be the bullet in her brain.
Livewire had formed multiple daggers in her hands, which to you in your state of mind seemed to be reforming and deforming at high speeds. Creating and destroying the weapons in milliseconds.
You noticed Manta with his other arm outstretched, and his trident ever so slowly moving backwards off the ground. Slowly inching its way back to him. The metallic sound almost not heard by you. It was quieter but still noticeable.
You brought your attention back to the bullets. The impending moment that would decide your fate. Decide whether who lives or who dies. Decide whether your life ends here, or if you keep going.
Both of them left a seemingly visible tunnel of air behind them, a low ringing sound only being heard by you as they soared.
They were only a bodies distance from each other. Your eyes narrowed and you felt a sudden spike in adrenaline. You prepared for the worst just when-
Both of them collided with each other.
Time returned back to normal, and Katana instantly exploded towards you. Throwing the revolver away you initiated a sequence on your hand. A blade ripped out of the palmer side of your hand. Blood sprayed in the sudden motion as you bent down, pressing the blade against Harleys throat. The blade that killed the Joker.
Katana forced herself to stop halfway as she say the blade pressed against Harleys neck, as well as your own blood covering a side of her face. Harleys eyes remained wide but she made no effort to move or even react as your blood splashed onto her.
"Looks like I pushed a button there ay?"
Floyd immediately pulled the trigger again, yet only an audible click was heard. "Shit"
You turned your gaze to the woman who was the closest to you out of anyone.
"But now that we're on the subject, what about you Katana?"
Her eyes narrowed through the mask.
"What gives you the right to kill? What makes you believe you have the right to remove my head from my shoulders?"
You stared down the woman in front of you, seemingly not feeling the pain of the back of your hand being ripped apart.
"YAMASHIRO! ANSWER ME"
Blood began to drip from Harleys throat as you pressed your blade against it.
And it wasn't your own.
"Because I needed a purpose!"
Katanas yell stopped the force applying the knife to Harleys neck. At the sight of that, the swordswoman continued.
"I needed a reason to keep going. To use everything I know. To see if there was something there that needed me. That everything I endured wasn't for nothing....."
You stared at woman, who's teeth were gritted and eyes casted downwards. You could feel the emotion in her voice. You could feel that this was something she truly desired.
"Pathetic"
Her eyes slowly went upwards, until they finally stared into yours. Your own windows to the soul seemed to hold nothing but disgust.
"How many others have you killed in finding this purpose? How many died because of a choice you consciously made? How many innocent people have you killed searching for this?"
She continued to stare at you, her gaze morphing into one that showed no emotion.
"How many did you know were innocent but still trapped their souls in that cursed blade?"
Her eyes widened.
"How many!"
A loud, familiar metallic sound interrupted you. You turned your gaze onto Manta. He was using his trident to try to stand up with his one arm. Pushing his back against the ledge at the same time, he just managed to pull himself to his feet.
"You can't get out of this without dying L/N, give up. Waller may be someone who deserves to rot in the furthest pits of Tartarus but working for hers better than dying"
"I'd rather die than live to someone's will"
"And why is that?"
"Why are you the one asking questions?"
You once again pressed the knife against Harleys neck, not as hard as last time to draw blood but enough for the uncomfortableness to be noticeable on her face.
"We both know you all won't try anything. I mean you all somehow connected. You might've not realized it yet but the moment Harley became my hostage was the moment you all could do nothing"
"You can't do anything either. You don't have the strength left to kill her then start running. You're the one who might've not realized it yet, but your arm is trembling"
'He's good' you managed to force your arm to stop moving, before a familiar gleam entered your eye. You looked towards the now one-armed man.
"Why do you kill Atlanteans?"
Without skipping a beat the armoured man replied.
"Because when I needed help the most. When I needed someone to save me. When I needed a Hero. I wasn't heard, and I was left to rot. Left by the unforgiving sea to suffer for the rest of my life"
"Finally"
You lifted your chin up. Taking a deep breath in, before letting out a long sigh. You slowly lowered your head so that the group of murderers were in your field of vision. "At least someone here has a good reason to do what they do. At least hearing from your lips makes it easier to understand. At least someone here suits my beliefs"
To everyone else, you were seemingly talking nonsense. Muttering to yourself as you stared at the bug-themed mercenary. But, instead of not talking again Manta continued.
"I managed to free myself from that hell, and make it home. Back to family. Back to my old life. The only comfort given to me being my father"
'What?'
"Until that was once again stripped away from me by the ruler of the sea, the King of Atlantis"
"So tell me, L/N, am I justified in your eyes. Are my own beliefs warranted in your moral code? Tell me. If I were to be judged at the end of my life through your own heart, mind, and soul, would I be a monster, or a good person"
Your eyes bore into him. Almost as if you were judging him. It was as if you were staring right through the now one-armed man, like he was invisible and what you were really looking at was standing behind him. You opened your mouth as if to respond, when-
"I don't mean to in-interrupt the moment here but it's getting really hard to breathe ya know"
Harry just managed to joke out those few words. Her voice shaking ever so slightly, her body stiff as a tree. You snapped out of your trance like state, tearing your gaze from Manta to the hostage beneath you.
"Oh yes, how could I have forgotten? Harleen. You might just be the worse one here"
You moved your head downwards so that you were almost directly beside her, your head hanging backwards just a little bit as you spoke into her ear. As if it would get your point across even more.
"You're the one that, after your first patient, broke him out and killed almost every guard on duty. Now, what would compel such a good girl like you to do such a thing?"
You moved the blade back slightly, almost like you were giving her permission to speak. Her body relaxed slightly, but her eyes seemed to have a faraway look in them.
She managed to croak out her answer.
"L-Love"
"Love?"
"L-Love"
"Is that your reason?"
Her body started to shake. Her eyes staring at the ground instead of in front of her as they were previously.
"I-I realized that Mistah J didn't l-love me back, so I left"
"And that's it?"
"What d-do ya mean?"
"So now I'm supposed to feel pity towards you? I'm supposed to sympathize with you? I'm suppose to forgive every bad thing you've ever done and act like you've just been manipulated this whole time?"
"I WAS B"-
"SHUT UP! IT'S MY TURN TO TALK! NOBODY FORCED YOU TO BREAK HIM OUT THAT DAY. NOBODY FORCED YOU TO DEVOTE YOURSELF TO HIM LIKE HE WAS SOME KIND OF GOD. NO ONE FORCED YOU TO KILL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE. NO ONE FORCED YOU TO CONTINUE TO FOLLOW HIM. WHAT DO YOU WANT HUH?! FORGIVENESS?! DO YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU'RE SOME HOT GIRL WITH "ISSUES" THAT EVERYONE WILL FORGIVE YOU?!
You were screaming now. Your free hand had grabbed either side of Harleys cheek and squeezed them.
"Do you want me to act like you're a good guy? How many died because of your fantasy, Harley? How many? I know what you did to that Robin in the warehouse. How far will you go just for the person you love to look at you? You've killed children Harley......you've killed those who had nothing to do with your battles or wars. So tell me, is love, your belief? Does love, your sick delusion of it, justify everything you've done. All the people you've hurt?"
You turned her face slightly so that you could see her response, moving the blade to accommodate the new angle. You finally saw her reaction to what you were saying.
She was blushing.
A dark chuckle escaped your lips. It was empty, void of any happiness while you stared at the back of Quinn's head.
"Even now, as I question everything you've devoted yourself to for I-don't-even-know how many years, you can't take it. You're blocking my words out, and only hearing a new "Jack". A new person who treats you the same way. A new Joker.....well guess what Harley, I'm not the Joker"
You were about to slit her throat, when you realized something. You had been so wrapped up in your talk with Harley, that you failed to account for one more person.
You turned your head so that one of your eyes could face behind you, and just barely managed to duck a dagger made out of electricity. One that would've taken your head off
Rolling out of the way of a second slash, you stayed on one of your knees. Watching as the blue-skinned woman helped Harley to her feet.
The clown girl spun around so she was facing you. Blood covered one half of her face, your blood. More dripped down from her neck, all of this adding onto her pre-existing injuries. She was smiling at you, a crazed smile. Besides the blood on her face you could definitely spot a blush.
'Blood? Blood'
Your gaze went to the ground at her feet, a puddle of crimson blood there for all to see. You followed the trail it made, all the way back to you. You looked at your teared hand, the knife sticking out of it. Gleaming. The knife that started all of this. The knife that killed Joker and Jack.
"Hypocrites......."
You muttered out. Your breathing had gotten shallower, almost shaking with every inhale and exhale. Black spots began to appear in your vision as you painful made your way to your feet.
"All of you......"
You managed to croak out a little louder this time. Task Force X all seemingly prepared themselves for another battle, yet none seemed to hear you.
"HYPOCRITES! By your standards I'm a saint! HELL I'M THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST AND I FOUGHT THE BITCH! ONE REDEMPTION ARK AND YIPPIE, I MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE JUSTICE LEAGUE. You all don't seem to understand do you? The consequences you bring onto others lives even though they have nothing to do with you? Besides one of you, you all deserve to die. You don't deserve life. You don't deserve a happy ending"
All of them ran at you, even Deadshot, who pulled out some kind of knife from his utility belt. Your eyes shone with insanity as they seemingly glowed in the moonlight. The blood on your body highlighted as the stars seemingly shown brighter.
Katana jumped, blade raised vertically.
Manta called his trident, ready to skewer you in the right side of your ribs.
Livewire rushed right at you, going for the head.
Harley had also jumped into the air, her bat in a position where it looked like a home run was about to be hit. The ball being your skull.
Deadshot went for the left side of your chest, ready to stab you in the heart right then and there.
While all of them were a few metres away. You screamed one final yell of defiance.
Defiance against fate. Defiance against the natural order of this world. Defiance against the destiny that you were doomed to follow the moment your blade went through Jokers heart. Defiance that you would die here. Defiance against the one who caused it. Defiance that for......
That for some persons entertainment. That for some persons amusement. That for some persons show, you had to go through all this. The pain. The suffering. The wounds. The small, short moments of happiness or joy being swallowed whole by everything else. All because of one man.
Time slowed down. You could see him. Behind the Suicide Squad. He was floating there, purple suit and all. A grin too wide for his small stature present on his features. He slowly brought his hand up to his hat, before tipping it. A final goodbye. Almost as if he was congratulating you for being his pawn for his joy.
Then he was gone.
The Squad had closed in. There was nothing you could do now. Not even unlocking another one could help. You saw electricity flash slightly above you, and accepted your death.
You tilted your head up, and embraced it. It wasn't fair, but you killed Jack. It was your responsibility for whatever came next.
That's what you believed.
But then, just before you could let your life slip through your fingers, a flash of clarity entered your mind. A single thought. One that managed to slip through the peace that your body had obtained for less than a moment.
'Livewire wasn't above me'
You opened your eyes, you chin still facing upwards.
Electricity was everywhere. Slowly making its way around you. Slowly for you at least.
Your eyes reflected the shining and ever changing blue, a mesmerized look in your eyes. It cut through the air, breaking and splitting into more arks in a never ending loop. All while making its way in ever direction.
'Beautiful'
That's was the only word that came to mind as you closed your eyes and embraced the darkness. You felt everything in you let go.
All the pain was gone.
All the hurt was gone.
All the light was gone.
And the only thing that remained was peace.
Your body collapsed.
Right before it hit the ground, to pair of hands caught you.
The hands belonged to the man responsible for the knocked out Suicide Squad, who laid around you and him. A punch mark visible on Livewire's face while everyone else's eyes had seemingly glazed over. The man that was holding you was-
Static Shock
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