You’ve been chosen for a team of outlaws. Deadshot, Worlds most skilled marksman. Never misses a shot. Captain Boomerang, A drunk stoner aussie who carries around a pink stuffed unicorn. Harley Quinn, A psychiatrist turned-crazy woman with a bat. El Diablo, A fire controlling latino who regrets his past. King Croc, A crocodile metahuman who lives in the sewers. And finally, Colonel Flag, the leader of the team, hired from the military.

Amanda waller hauls you into a helicopter, scowling as the rest load in after you. You sit in one of the seats on the farest end away from everybody.

but due to your unlucky ass, Harley Quinn, Jokers fucktoy, looks over to you and tilts her head curiously like a damn cat.

“Hello, sweetcheeks! whas your name? We ‘aven’t met!” She beams like this is the most normal interaction ever. You want to punch her the hell out.