(For some reason my previous chapter despite being posted after the Authors Note is set in a way where you read the last chapter I posted then the Authors Note. So if the last thing you read was the Authors note double check that the chapter before that ended with "Bullseye")

Your head snapped back from the recoil. The sudden force made both Livewire and Katana each let go as if on instinct, letting your head drop face first onto the ground.

No one spoke. And for a few moments everyone just stared at your body. You laid there, unmoving. Not even a final gasp or cry of pain. Just....dead.

"Holy shit"

Harley fell butt-first onto the ground, holding her head as she did so. As if a switch was flipped the rest (besides Katana) began to converse.

"The fuck took you so long to shoot!"
"I needed a clean shot, I only had two bullets left and on the off chance he suddenly knew where I was aiming and made it a non-lethal contact. Also I don't want to hear this from you you useless bitch! Do you need to be plugged in or something for your powers to actually fucking work!?!"
"That's not how it works! Besides I can at least shock freaking Superman, so I don't understand how a regular human wouldn't be able to feel anything!"
"Guys guys, we're all stressed out a need time to unwi"-
"Shut it bug-boy"

Both spoke in unison at that last part, not even sparing a glance at Manta but instead continuing to glare at each other. Before Manta could interject once more they were already at it again.

"The only reason I was here was for a worse case scenario. The other superpowered prisoners are doing other missions, and she thought she didn't need to send anyone like freaking King Shark so she only sent the expendables"

Deadshot pointed his gun at Livewire's head. His finger on the trigger. While Livewire allowed some electricity to crackle and seemingly dance along her finger tips, holding both her hands to her sides in a threatening manner.

"You gonna insult me like that again"
"You gonna shoot me?"
"I still got one bullet left"
"Then I wonder how you'll shoot when your brain is fried"

"OH SHUT UP ALREADY"

Harley was the one that interjected. She was now sitting criss-cross on the floor, special bat layed down beside her.

"My whole body hurts, and we just killed the one that killed Mistah J, so I need some peace and quiet PLEASE" ima be honest that please at the end seemed more threatening than anything.

"That was close, a little too close for someone who's supposed to not have powers"

Manta decided to turn the conversation in a way so that they didn't end up trying to kill each other, and to his credit, it worked.

"With the amount of blood he lost he probably could've saved millions of lives"
"Well aren't you thinking about the sick? How nice of you Harley. Didn't you kill a bunch of inmates when helping Joker escape?"
"Don't speak his name you cable-fucker"
"Whatever you say"
"He reminded me of Batman"

All eyes turned to Deadshot, who had taken out his remaining bullet. He twirled it around his fingers as he spoke.

"Able to fight off multiple enemies at once, make us feel afraid, and don't act like you weren't when he stood up and declared he was at least taking 3 of us down"

Livewire's opened mouth clamped shut.

"Able to survive and fight with wounds that any normal man should be be able to, seemingly undeniable luck with women and"-

"Woah woah woah slow down there bud, Batman may have good luck with women but Nightwing ranks higher in that regard"

"I gotta agree with you there miss "I-give-head-to-chargers""

"What are you talking about?"

Manta decided that whatever this topic was, it was better than the one before. Not to mention he was genuinely interested in what the girls of the group were going on about"

"He definitely reminded me of Nightwing, but like I'm a reverse way. Pretty hot"
"They both have this wired charm about them, and even though I've only known the now corpse for as long as I've been fighting him there's something about him that similar to Mr. Blue and Black"
"Does shocking someone in the heart bring them back if they were shot in the head with a gun?"
"You wanna try it out L"-
"AS I WAS SAYING"

Both girls turned their heads towards the marksman, before sending a glare his way.

"A godamn good fighter"

"Except he kills people. I don't even wanna think about what would happen if Batman decided to start taking lives" Harley spoke as if she was speaking of the boogeyman, almost in a childish way. Everyone took a moment and a shivered went up their spines.

"Soooooooo, you still not gonna chip in on our little conversation, crack a few jokes, and smile?"
"Not possible"

Harley pouted as she glared at the Katana.

"Why isn't it possible"
"It's just not"
"Why, not, you stupid bastard"

Katana scoffed at the face painted gal, as she herself was sitting on the ledge of the building a little farther away from the group. She clicked her earpiece which she recovered after the fight. She was about to report to Waller about the death of Y/N when-

A low groan made everyone freeze.

A cough escaped Damian as he tried to inhale air. He was completely winded, but still managed to stand up.

But by the time he did, Talia was already in front of him.

She kicked his knee, forcing him down onto the other one. She cupped his cheek with one hand rather aggressively, that ever present amused look remaining on her face as she stared through the mask of Robin.

"Who's your mother again?"
"Although they only see each other as friends I think Wonder Woman is a great mother-figure"

The roundhouse kick that followed caused Robin to spit out a little bit of blood from his mouth. His head snapped back, but he willed his body not to move. Returning his face sot hat he was directly facing her, he spoke again.

"I mean you got worse daddy-issues than m"-

The next kick sent Robin rolling across the rooftop. He skidded across the ground, while she casted a look of happiness that never reached her eyes.

"I think I might need to take you back home if you keep this attitude up, son" she began to walk towards the ledge of the building in a calm manner, almost nonchalantly. Robin managed to push himself off of his back, ready to fight. Only to see her on the ledge.

"But that days not today. Besides, I was just stalling. I wonder if Y/N made it out by now?"

A giggle escaped her, before she jumped out of Robins sight.

He used the ledge to pull himself up, ignoring the pain in his body as he contemplated calling Batman, when a sudden burst of blue light in the distance got his attention. He instinctively looked towards the firework show, seeing arks of blue energy shoot form random directions. Ones that he was very familiar with.

Everyone slowly turned their hands to stare at your dead body. Another groan of pain escaped your "carcass", which was face first into the rooftop. Your body was down in a way so you were back-up to the sky, facing away from them. After the second groan finished, you started to stir.

Still face first into the ground, you planted your right hand onto the ground, and shakily pushed up. Your upper body was momentarily pushed up, but your arm seemingly gave out and you fell back down.

You repeated the process, this time using your other arm to make sure you didn't fall this time. You attempted to get off your hands and knees by moving your leg so that you were on your foot.

Before doing so, you grabbed onto Ravagers former sword that you dropped at the beginning of the fight. Which was coincidentally right beside you.

You very shakily, and slowly, pushed yourself up so that you were on your feet, back facing the Squad.

You cracked your neck on both sides, before slowly turning yourself around.

Revealing the bullet caught in the back of your teeth.

"No fucking way, I hit you! You should be dead!"

"And you're going to be"

It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a witty remark. It was almost as if someone were stating a fact, like telling someone that there are more than one flavours of ice-cream.

'Nonononono, calm down. But why should I? Because I'm going to die if I don't. I'm gonna die anyways. I made a promise to survive this. That won't matter when I have a bomb planted in my skull. Last time I gave up consciousness I ended up running away. But I might as well just do it one last time........fuck it, to hell with it all"

You sprinted at the group.

"HOLYFUCKINGSHIT" was what Livewire was screaming as you swung for her throat. Yet instead of the sound of metal meeting flesh, another familiar clang took its place.

You turned your head from the blue-haired chick and onto Katana. Your eyes had a seemingly crazed look in them as you pushed against her blade. You seemingly lax demeanour had competent disappeared, a bloodthirsty look filled you as you stared at the swordswoman.

"Every time I hit your katana, am I technically hitting your dead lover?"

She stared at you. Her usual non-caring and stoic expression momentarily replaced with something else. It morphed for just a second, but it's resembled something....sad?

You didn't have to notice nor care, because- 'THAT GODAMN TRIDENT'

You leaned your head back, ONCE AGAIN avoiding M- I mean the 3-tipped staff.

Taking advantage of this, Livewire made a makeshift dagger and attempted to stab you. However, right before it hit you the electricity seemingly spread out and disappeared into the air, leaving only an audible thump as Livewire's fist connected onto the shoulder opposite of the one still holding Katana in place. It was rather quite weak. And even she seemed to to notice how weak it was.

She looked back at you with a forced smile, before you let out a joyful one.

You then proceeded to sock her in the side of her face, before sweeping Katana's leg while she was still in her trance like state.

Something shiny reflected off the moonlight above you, almost blinding you.

You looked up in the sky, only to see Manta's trident in the air, almost as if it had been thrown.

Your eyes quickly went back in front of you, only to see a blade heading straight for your head.

You brought your hand to the inside of his outstretched arm and pushed it out of the way, Manta's blade just missing your eye.

Harley was suddenly behind you, swinging her weapon in a wide ark. You ducked as she then nailed Manta in the place where you had already dented his helmet. Cracks and pieces of it came falling out as he reeled back, part of his face now exposed and visible, but only his cheek.

Using this chance you attempted to slash at Harley, but another sudden interference from Manta's own blade knocked yours out of your hand, clattering somewhere on the rooftop. You did manage to move his arm to the upwards, allowing you to kick the still stunned Harley in the stomach, sending her out of the fight momentarily.

Manta thrusted one of his arms forward, causing you to lunge your entire body to the left in an attempt to dodge it.

You punched him in the side of his damaged suit, releasing another punch going for his throat. He leaned his body out of the way, before swinging back and stabbing you in your side as your arm was still outstretched.

A bit of blood escaped your lips, but you didn't seem to notice. You continued to smile as if you didn't feel a thing.

Using the fact his arm was trapped, you caught the gleaming trident that had fallen back down to earth, and sliced.

Everyone looked up.

An arm was seemingly flying in the air. Blood splattered and below it as it almost gracefully flew into the air. The moment seemed to last forever, but in reality it was less than three seconds that the Squad stared at the severed limp flying through the air.

It fell next to the fighting pair, an audible thump breaking the silence that had covered the battlegrounds.

All eyes moved away from the severed arm and to the person it belonged to.

Black Manta.

A stump that was leaking with blood was all that was in the place of where his arm should've been. He seemed frozen, not moving an inch after the i rial slice.

Then he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
And a laugh escaped you.

Some blood was on your face from the slash that severed Manta's arm, the black trident in your hand was bloody at the tips, a little even leaking down the weapon.

"Do you know how many freaking jokes I can come up using this as material?!"

You were so lost in your own world, that you almost didn't dodge the strike that would've taken your head clean off. You turned around to the one that tried to strike you from behind, revealing Katana.

But this time she didn't have on her stoic face. Nor he one of indifference. Nor the seemingly solemn one from before. This was a look of rage.

You looked at the woman in front of you, eyes staring through you as if if they stared hard enough you would disappear. But why? Why's oils she suddenly-

That's when a realization dawned on you.
'They've been together long enough so that....they've reached the point where they care about each other already? What series am I in at this point?'

But that look. The one of pure anger on Katana's face made you forget about your mom meme of realization and replace that feeling with your own anger. Your own rage.

"I gave you a choice Yamashiro. But you chose your side, don't blame me for doing whatever it takes to survive you fucking hypocrite!"

You almost screamed that last part, and Katana immediately swung at you, that look of anger remaining on her face as she did so.

You blocked the blow with....your new trident? Using it to block her strike from a distance while extending the weapon out. You attempted to twist it so that you dis-ARMED her but she merely pulled back her weapon before attempting another blow.

You held up one of your fingers and stuck up your index one. You moved it back and forth in a way as if a parent were scolding their child.

You made a ticking sound as at the same time, sounding very condescending as you did so.

You saw a flash of electricity, quickly followed by a sudden burst in the direction of your trident. You looked over to where the middle of the weapon used to be to see Livewire holding a now disappearing sword.

Your trident fell to the ground next to the now seated body of Manta, who's armour had somehow automatically covered the wound so that it looked like it was part of the suit. He had seemingly passed out from what you could tell by your quick glance at the bug themed Villain.

Now the issue was how the fuck were you going to defend yourself.

You seemingly went to pick up something when Katana swung her sword at the free chance.

But her downward slash was interrupted by.....an arm?

You held up Manta's severed arm and hand a grip on it as if it were a staff.  Because you were in a kneeling position Katana was even more caught off guard when you kicked her in the side of her heel, causing her grip to once again waver.

Using this chance you uppercutted the off balance Katana...........with the severed arm.

She stumbled back a few steps, while you stared at the limb.

"Y'know, technically I'm not the one hurting you"

You moved the arms fingers in a way so that it was in a pointing position. Before making it face the seemingly unconscious Manta.

"He's the one that's truly hitting you!"

You then proceeded to throw the arm at Livewire who was attempting to make another weapon, before rolling to the side, avoiding the bat that slammed into the ground where you stood previously. When you recovered from the roll you realized that Harley was still trying to un-wedge her spike bat from the ground.

Getting behind Harley, you grabbed her by the back of her neck and held her still. With your other hand you grabbed her by the wrist and twisted it, causing her to release her grip on her weapon.

All other members of the squad stood opposite of you.

With the hand you just used to disarm her you pulled out something from the former sheath-pocket on the inside of your pants that once held your blades that were now scattered across the rooftop, before pulling out the revolver Strange gave you.

You turned the safety off and pointed the gun at her head. Staring at Deadshot who had one of his own pointed at you from behind everyone. And this time you spoke.

"Bullseye"