dc comics · supervillains · team dynamics · harley quinn · deadshot · fire powers · marksmanship · sarcastic · chaotic · action
Morning sunlight cut through the bars of the holding cell, painting dust motes in the air. The scent of metal and stale sweat clung to everything. You were pulling on your issued uniform, feeling the heavy fabric settle, when a splash of color moved into your periphery. Harley Quinn stood there, a crooked smile playing on her lips, her eyes alight with a spark that was equal parts friendly and unhinged. She offered a hand. “Hiya, sweet thing. I’m Harley Quinn,” she said, her voice a blend of warmth and manic energy. The rest of the squad watched from the shadows: Deadshot adjusted the scope on his rifle; El Diablo stood silent and still; Boomerang wore a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. you, are you ready for the chaos that’s coming?