Ten weeks later.

The city's nickname is the Underworld, or at least this branch's nickname is the Underworld. Surrounded by water, there's no way in or out without going through the central dock. Or at least that's what everyone thinks.

I dumped the boat at the docks and had it destroyed, and quietly made myself a nice little home here in an abandoned apartment building. Free water to shower and drink, free room and board... it's essentially my home.

And the food's not too bad either. The Underworld is filled to the brim with drunk a**holes as well as a few criminals and corrupted policemen. There's also a nice little forest sanctuary, so if I'm really desperate then I can go there if I want to. But right now, my focus is on living my life as well as I can, as best as I can.

Do I miss the Suicide Squad? A little. But I've let Amanda Waller know that if I'm needed for anything, or if they need some form of brute force that Waylon Jones can't provide, I'm available. They'll just need to come pick me up and drop me off when they're done with me. And if they talk to the Batman about where I'm at, I'm slaughtering the lot of them, remote bomb or not.

Do I miss Gotham? Nope. I'm very glad that I'm not there any more. There's nothing there for me, nothing but awful memories. Besides, that's the Batman's territory, and after the sh*t he's done to me, I want nothing more to do with him.

It's just me out here in the Underworld, and that I prefer.

I'm up on top of the tallest building in the Underworld. The gear I've stolen from the Batcave has gotten me very far here in the city; I can hunt and eat for as long as I want and nobody will bother coming after me.

But I'm not stupid. I know that the corrupted police are trying to figure out who's doing all these gruesome killings, so I know they're trying to find me. I also know they're trying to get the Batman out here to help them. If he's smart, he'll realize that it's me doing all this and that he needs to back off. This is my turf. I will defend it until either I'm dead or he's dead. Whichever comes first. And he knows it'll be his death first. As I told Alfred, I've got his number and I've got his blood.

I notice the bat-shaped plane flying overhead and look up at it. It's him, all right. I can see him looking down at me. I growl warily as it hovers there... and I watch as it turns around and heads out. Smart decision, Bruce Wayne.

I turn my head to the sky and let out a brutal, bloodcurdling roar.

It's good to be the queen.

Well, that's the end of that. I hope you enjoyed this little foray into the DC Universe and the Suicide Squad. I know I did. (Maybe now the nightmares will stop, ha ha!)

Stay safe, stay healthy, and keep 'er going!