A/N Hi, everyone!

I couldn't help myself. I really liked Deadshot and before I knew it, this was typed up. I also liked Frost and wanted The Joker in it so I put Frost as her father. I hope you all like it and, if you did, please tell me.

If you don't like the idea of this story, please don't leave a review because it's not helpful to the person who spent a long time writing something only for someone to be cruel.

Anyway, to those who do like the idea of it, I hope you enjoy it!

Devoted To Destruction



We touch I feel a rush, we clutch it isn't much
But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us
It's lust, it's torturous

You must be a sorceress 'cause you just did the impossible
Gained my trust don't play games it'll be dangerous if you fuck me over

'Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it's like to hurt
'Cause I've been treated like dirt before you
And love is "evol", spell it backwards I'll show you



"We lose a national hero but you sit there looking like the cat ate the canary."

"I've eaten a lot of canaries."Amanda retorted with a barely visible smug smirk, releasing her hold on her steak knife, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes when the sound of the utensil clattering against plate gave her companions a jolt."It's taken some work, but I finally have them, the worst of the worst."

Pausing, Amanda reached down into the case she'd taken with her, unlatching it and extracted a thick hardback. With a determined breath, she straightened and dumped it onto the middle of the table, the weight of it thumping onto the causing the table to shake, the wine inside of their glasses swirling.

But, despite her flair for the theatrics, he barely spared the hardbook a glance and returned to cutting up his streak.

"There are rumors, Amanda, that some of them have abilities."

"The rumors are right."Amanda quietly replied, an underlying zest in her voice that was quickly gone when she suddenly sounded almost intimidatingly serious."You know what the problem with a meta-human is? The human part."

Amanda grabbed her fork and knife and began cutting up her food as she spoke, slicing through the meat with a little too much vigor.

"We got lucky with Superman; he shared our values."She pointed to the man across from her with the knife before setting it down."The next Superman might not."

He sent Amanda a warning look over his glass, setting out down with some force as he shook his head at her.

"You're playing with fire."

Amanda didn't bother to stifle her laugher this time."I'm fighting fire with fire."

He scoffed, setting down the culturally in his hands long enough to finally meet her gaze."You're not going to pitch us that Task Force X project of yours again, are you?"

"Yes."Amanda firmly answered, placing down her drink with a determined nod."But, this time, you're gonna listen."

And she opened the hardback and began to explain each person she'd collected for her assignment, garnering his attention quite quickly as the fascinating stories became impossible to ignore. She informed him about each candidate for Task Force X, explaining what each could bring to the table, how each had their own distinct use and powers that could benefit the both of them.

As each candidate was explained, Amanda finally got to the end of the hardback everyone in the book until, finally, she got to their last nominee.

A pair of large brown eyes peered up at them, mouth pinched, and eyes narrowed in a disgruntled glower.

Name: Katherine Frost | Aliases: Kitty Kat

Age:22 | Gender: Female | D.O.B:12/08/94 | Height:5'6

Strengths: Frost has mastered the art combat, she is very able at holding her own in a fight. Frost is very well known to use guns, but her hands are her most dangerous weapon. She is very well connected with the underworld via her father, Jonny Frost.

Weaknesses: Jonny Frost [father], The Joker and Harley Quinn. Most recently and primarily her unborn child but that does not slow her down in her attempts to escape.

Notes: Distinct red mouth tattoo on hand that matches The Joker's own. Frost is associated with criminals The Joker and Harley Quinn. Frost became a high ranking myrmidon, along with her father, Jonny Frost. Frost's father is The Joker's right-hand man and is one of the notorious mobsters to ever cross Gotham.

Status: Contained; Belle Reve Penitentiary


"Finally. She looks, well, normal."He dryly mused, his movements pausing, fork dangling in mid-air as his eyes fixed on the young woman's mugshot, noting how vacant and angry she looked."Pretty little thing."

Reaching for his glass with a questioning hum, his eyes left Katherine and met Amanda's.

"Who is she?"

"Katherine Frost. Mob daughter turned bad."Amanda answered, pursing her lips when his lips parted in surprise and quickly refused to look back at the mugshot."She's better known for following the circus."

"She works for The Joker?"He inquired with a curious tone, setting down his fork as he became more invested in the conversation.."What about the pregnancy?"

"The father was a small-time henchman of The Joker's. Things turned sour, he ended up on the run and, in exchange for protection he snitched on her."Amanda dismissively replied, turning the page and tapping the paragraph that explained Katherine's pregnancy in more detail."It didn't work out. Parts of him were found in the river."

She watched as the man leaned forward slightly and turned the handbook around so that he could look closer.

"She gets checked on weekly by a nurse and reports say she's taken the pregnancy well. Which is why if we're going to go ahead with this, we need to act now."Amanda rested her elbow on the table as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to an almost threatening tone."We have leverage over each of them, and i'd like to keep it that way."

Eyeing the woman with a careful gaze, he pursed his lips once more with a pondering sigh, rubbing his chin as he eyed Katherine's record with a doubtful stare.

"Why would she agree?"He shook his head, reaching out and snatching the handbook from Amanda to get a closer look, eyes skimming over the record."She is quoted to say that she'd rather die now with her child still with her than be separated."

Barely offering a shrug, Amanda reached for her glass again, leaning back in her seat with a casual smile.

"I have my ways."



Six-year-old Katherine sobbed as she slowly walked into the bank, clutching her teddy to her chest, big brown eyes watery. The bank had people scattered around it to either hand in money or to take money out.

As she walked into the center of the bank, eyes glancing around at the people, she let out a loud wail.


Several guards that were standing around looked at the little girl standing in the center of the bank and quickly rushed over to her. Nobody in their right mind would leave a little girl standing alone. Katherine sobbed louder as the guards came over to her, kneeling down in front of here.

"What's wrong, honey?"

The second guard spoke at the same time."Are you lost?"

The third guard put a hand on her shoulder while the other four asked her more questions that she was too upset to answer. She inhaled and exhaled sharply, more tears watering in her eyes.

"I lost my daddy!"She cried, nuzzling into her teddy bear."I want my daddy!"

The main guard picked her up and placed her on a bench, kneeling down in front of her."Where did you lose him, sweetie?"

"In the crowd outside."

"What's his name?"

"Daddy. His name is daddy."She whimpered.

"What's your name, honey?"Another asked with a light chuckle to try and make her feel better.

As she told them her name, they wrote it down, and her eyes looked around. She seemed to perk up at something they couldn't see.

"Right, do you have any other family close by we could contact?"

She nodded, blinking innocently."Yep."

"Good."The guard smiled at her."What's his name."

"Mr.J." She stated proudly, little legs kicking back and forth."His name is Mr.J."

Before the guards could respond, fires were suddenly shot, and they all turned just in time for each of them to get a bullet in their heads. The henchmen ran in, shooting random people, knowing that they were safe from any more guards at the moment because they had all killed them at the same time.

Hands over her ears to protect her hearing, Katherine let out a small laugh as the guards fell at her feet.

She looked up as her father walked over to her, a proud smile on his lips.

"There's my little actress."

"Daddy!"She exclaimed, arms stretching out.

Her father chuckled, lifting her into his arms and picking her up into his embrace. Katherine locked her arms around his neck; teddy tucked underneath her arm. He smirked as bodies fell to the floor and stepped over a couple.

They looked at the door as The Joker sauntered in, dressed in his usual clothing, gold chains around his neck and gold rings on his fingers.

"Right, boys! Let's get this finished before the cops show up!"The Joker shouted as he walked."I don't fancy another trip to the looney bin this week!"

Katherine smiled as her 'uncle J' made his way over to them, a fond smile on his lips as he looked down at the child.

"Did I do good, uncle J?"She asked, brown eyes peering up at her beloved 'uncle.'

"You did good, brat."The Joker said, handing her the lollipop he had promised before her task."There ya go. As your uncle J promised. You'll also be getting a full piggy bank as well for your troubles."

She smiled as she took the lollipop, giggling as he ruffled her hair.

Present—Belle Reve

"Caught me crawlin', baby, window, grass is very high. Keep on crawlin' till the day I die. Crawlin' King Snake, and I rule my den You better give me what I want, gonna crawl no more..."

Katherine rocked back and forth in the middle of her cage, singing along to the music inside of her head. She tipped her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head before she spun around on her heel. A dazed smile broke out in her face as her arms slowly rose up into the air as if she aimed to touch the sky with her fingertips.

The brunette clapped loudly along the music inside of her head, as she moved her head with music, her long brunette locks flying around her.

"Caught me crawlin', baby, Crawlin' 'round your door, seeing everything I want. I'm gonna crawl on your floor, let's crawl. And I rule my den. C'mon, give me what I want, ain't gonna crawl no more..."

Katherine jumped from foot to foot as she spun around again, arms reaching out, her tattooed fingers wiggling. Just as the singing came to a stop, the sound of feet entering what she liked to call, her territory, hit her ears. She snapped her head up, brushing hair out of her eyes, rolling her eyes when her gaze landed on Griggs.

"Missed me, princess?"

Katherine ignored him and stepped closer.

"Is it lunch time already?"She asked, looking through the bars at him, arching her eyebrow.


"Then go away."She sing songed, turning away from the bars, fondly stroking her stomach."I'm eating for two here, and I haven't had anything today. My ankles are massive; I'm this close to losing sight of my feet and-"

"You have a visitor."Griggs cut her off before she could rant once more."And, let me tell you, you're going to want to hear this."

She perked up and skipped over to the bars, fingers locking around them."Is my father here?"


She pouted but remained interested."Uncle J?"


"Is it Harls?"She asked, and when he opened his mouth to reply, she added."Say no, and i'm not interested."

"You should be, it's even better than your friends."

Before she could inquire further, he turned away and behind him stood a middle-aged woman that she didn't recognize.

"Don't tell me your gonna be my cell mate because, lady, I don't share."

"No."Amanda shook her head as she walked closer to the cell after the perimeter fence opened."I wanna talk."


"Yeah."Amanda repeated, tilting her head as she asked."I need your help."

Katherine stared at the older woman for a long moment before she let out a loud laugh, stumbling back a few steps.

"Lady, I don't know who you think you're talking to but i'm evil."Katherine chuckled, holding out her arms."Evil don't help good unless we get something back. You want help? Go to church. You've got a bigger chance getting help from the big guy upstairs than me."

Katherine then made a shooing motion at Amanda, forcing a cheery smile despite the tiredness she felt."Now, go please, I have my daily session with staring at these four walls. Please make sure to ask about my lunch."

Katherine turned and began to walk towards her small, metal bed that had a thin mattress. Amanda stared at her back, eyes glancing at Katherine rubbing her stomach before she spoke.

"What if I said that I could help you?"

"I already have a psychiatrist, thank you."

"I'm not talking about that kind of help, Katherine."Amanda's firmly stated, ambling closer to the cage, waiting for Katherine to still before she continued."I'm talking about helping you with your baby. You do know that there's a large chance that as soon as you have him or her, they'll take it away? You've committed a lot of crimes which means that you'll be in here for the rest of your life if you don't take this deal."

Katherine spun around on her heel, a cloudy but glimmer in her eyes but she didn't speak.

Her expression told Amanda to carry on. Amanda hid her triumphant smirk.

"I can't tell you much, but I have a mission for you. A dangerous mission, in fact, but if you complete it, you'll get to have your baby and keep it until you bond."

"Until?"She repeated, shaking her head with a laugh, rubbing her stomach again."Lady, i've said it before, and i'll say it again. I'd rather die here with my child still connected to me than be separated from it."

Amanda raised her chin defiantly, already prepared with an argument."Your child will be taken away and given to your father, but you will have visitation."

Katherine was quiet for a long moment as she made her way back over to the bars."Do I have a choice to be apart of this mission? You seem to be very eager for me to be apart of it and to stay apart of it because you don't seem like the type to negotiate."

Amanda shook her head, following Katherine's movements until they were almost face to face.

"No you don't have a choice, but agree to this, don't try to escape and stay alive during the mission and i'll make sure to keep my end of the deal."

Katherine moved closer, her fingers wrapping around the bars.

"Don't play with a pregnant woman, lady, especially not this one. I die? My father with rain down on you like Satan himself."

"Then don't threaten with the person who's got the power to make the best of what you got yourself into."

Amanda stuck her hand through the bars which made the guards come closer, raising their weapons.

Katherine glanced at them with a scoff, gaze lingering on them before she shifted her attention to the hand.

Then, with a relaxed shrug, Katherine reached out and accepted.


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