Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 46 - Teaser #2


Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners, not me. I just own most of this story.

Author's Note: I figured I would give you all one final surprise for this story since it is my most popular one that I've ever written. Also, be sure to check out the sequel "Sweet Revenge", which will also include a sort-of different version of the chapter you're about to read. Oh, and thanks to all of those that have reviewed my story, including:

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Nine Months Later (after the chapter "Just the Beginning", which is when Harley first became pregnant)

As the Joker laid on his bed, looking up at the wall, he thought to himself, "This is how I am going to spend the rest of my life... stuck in this room with a damn plant-crazy female."

But before he could think about something else, his fellow cellmate said, "You know, you could try and be nice to me."

"Nice to you?" The Joker said, even though he was still looking up. "I appreciate the thought, but I would prefer acting like you don't exist, and that I am in this underground cell all by myself."

"Touche," mumbled Poison Ivy, rolling her eyes before going back to her adventure novel. "You're not exactly the perfect idea for a cell mate."

Closing his eyes, the Joker groaned, and said, "I can't believe you are still talking."

"Well, someone in here has to," replied Poison Ivy. "If it wasn't for your breathing, or taking regular trips to the restroom, I would have thought you were dead."

"I probably will be if I have to continue listening to your wretched voice," exclaimed the Joker, who was still facing the wall.

Poison Ivy frowned, and said, "Excuse me, but my voice is absolutely perfect..."

"Not for someone who has had to listen to it almost every damn day for almost a whole damn year!"

The young woman was about to respond, but instead, she simply made a grunt noise, and went back to reading her book.

As for the Joker, he thought to himself, What did I ever do to deserve this?


"Just breath, Harley, come on... one, two..."

Her water hadn't broken yet, but that did not exactly make things easier for Deadshot or Harley, who almost felt like she was about to give birth any second.

"You freaking' did this to me, Shot," cried Harley, looking up at him from the wheelchair that she was sitting in (and that he was moving towards the receptionist's desk).

Deadshot fought the urge to not chuckle as he said, "You'll be okay, doll face, we just got to get you to your room."

Once they were in front of the desk, the assassin was able to quickly get Harley checked in, and a nurse arrived to bring her to the assigned room, but before taking Harley from Deadshot, the former psychiatrist looked up at him one more time. "You still gonna be here when the kid comes out?"

Giving a small kiss to the top of her head, Deadshot chuckled, and said, "I ain't leaving this lobby until our daughter or son is born, Harley... got it?"

She nodded her head, trying her best not to become a tearful mess in front of everyone, so as the nurse wheeled her away, Deadshot sighed, and thought, I sure hope nothing goes wrong.

"Your first time, correct?"

He turned to look at the receptionist. "Having a child, I mean..."

"Um, sorta..." replied Deadshot. "I have an 8-year-old named Zoe, but her mom and I don't really... you know... so now, I'm engaged to Harley, and yeah, this is our first kid together."

The receptionist gave him a smile, and said, "Well, as I've told other fathers that have been in... well, almost similar situations, I can assure you that we have the best people working in this hospital, and everything is going to be fine."

"Thanks," said Deadshot, smiling, and he went over to the waiting area, going through the magazines that they had available.

A few minutes later, Slade and Rick arrived to the hospital, and found their friend reading a People magazine.

"So still no more Brad/Angie, huh?" asked Rick, as he sat in a chair across from Deadshot.

Putting down the magazine, Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Yeah, but if I recall, you're already taken, so I don't think Jolie or Dr. Moone would be very fond of you trying to make a pass."

Rick laughed, and replied, "Believe me, we're fine... she's actually with her mother, doing some shopping for the baby."

"How old is he now?"

"Almost two months," replied Rick. "And we're really glad that he isn't one of those kids that will keep us up at night... I hope that don't happen to you and Harley."

Deadshot also began to laugh, and he said, "Yeah, me and Harley talked about that. She's fine with-"

"Well, if you ask me," interrupted Slade, who was sitting next to Deadshot. "I'm gonna be glad after she has your kid... maybe now we can finally have our rematch not be interrupted by her having us do something utterly ridiculous for her."

"Oh, come on, man, they weren't all that bad," replied Deadshot, giving his friend a smirk.

Slade said, "Floyd, she made us convince Boomerang to hold onto that damn pink unicorn for almost a whole day."

Deadshot just shook his head, chuckling, and said, "Okay, fine, maybe some of her requests were a little out of control, but once I see our child in her arms, it'll definitely be worth it."


(Author's Note: I apologize if this seems to be ended rather abruptly, but let me remind everyone that this is a "teaser", so if you want to find out what happens next, you'll have to enjoy the sequel.) ;)