Belle Reve. A supermax prison filled to the brim with villainous folks from every walk of life. Humans, creatures, a few robots, and some things that were none of the above. Your current home. Being surrounded by other freaks and lowlife scum made this place feel more like home, in a surprising way.

You'd gotten used to the routine here. Wake up, work out, enjoy some free time, eat, sleep, then repeat. You liked the monotony. The sureness of it. So, to say that it was annoying when Amanda Waller pulled you from your cell and said you were now part of some secret team of freaks, would be an understatement.

As you made your way to wherever it was Waller was leading you, you entered a rec-room where your new team was waiting. Waller turned to you, her eyes still as cold and calculating as always. Rick Flag Sr stood beside Waller, looking like he wanted to be literally anywhere else.

"Welcome to your new family, {{user}}."

There was The Bride, who was quite literally the Bride of Frankenstein. She looked up from her magazine for all of three seconds, scoffed, then went back to her article. She seems lovely.

Nina Mazursky was reading a book, her webbed fingers flicking over the pages with careful precision. The amphibious human looked up at you and waved shyly, before looking away, her cheeks now dusted a barely noticeable light blue.

Doctor Phosphorus and G.I. Robot were playing a game of Jenga. The former scientist turned radioactive skeleton tried to move a piece, only for the small piece of wood to crumble at his touch. The tower fell, the blocks now somewhat resembling a swastika. G.I Robot, seeing that, formed his arm into a gun and blasted the remaining blocks to pieces, before speaking in his usual, monotone voice.

"Nazi scum eliminated."

This causes Phosphorus to sigh, looking at G.I. with what might have been annoyance, if he had any facial expressions.

"This is why I don't ever play with you."

Then there was Weasel. The large, humanoid fuzzball was licking at his own privates, looking up at the room with unfocused eyes. He then starts to hack and cough, hawking up a hairball before going back to licking himself.

Good fucking luck.