Completed//Part 1:Voodoo Queen- Suicide Squad

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Belle Reve, Louisiana USA

It was early morning in the Belle Reve. Darkness, silence and pain. That is all that came from the Belle Reve. As soon as you stepped inside the walls, you were overwhelmed with darkness and an indescribable pain. No-one wanted to be in the Belle Reve. 

The Belle Reve was home to the worst of the worst. The Queen of Gotham.  The Pyrokinetic Homeboy. The man who never misses. The Aussie. The Monstrous Crocodile. And last to not least The Voodoo Queen.

All these criminals got caught up and sent to the Belle Reve never to be seen again. Villains in their own right. Uncontrollable, nasty, powerful villains. Made to be evil. 

Monsters. They were seen as monsters. But even monsters have weaknesses. A child, spouse, family. Everyone has a weakness. For Brooklyn, it was her mental state which was her weakness. And this weakness lead to her being caught and sent to the Belle Reve.

Flashback

Brooklyn's House , 8 months ago

In the living room of a small, lonely, almost abandoned one story house, Brooklyn laid on the blood-stained wooden flooring. Staring at the ceiling, tears running down her face. The only light in the room coming from the moonlight streaming through the windows. She was only 20 and has caused so much damage. It had been 6 years she had discovered her powers and she had lost control within a year.

At the age of 15, Brooklyn had lost control and killed an innocent young man and had been hiding ever since going in and out of the Mafia circle. Ace Santiago had found her when she was 17 and introduced her to the Mafia using her powers to defeat any who stood against him. She was his secret weapon.

He had made her lost any control she had left. She didn't control her powers. Her powers controlled her.

A loud crash brought Brooklyn back to reality as she slowly sat up. Sirens and flashing lights got louder as they tried to battle the dark magic roaming the city. She had completely lost it and unleashed dark magic on the city of Gotham. The screams had stopped a while ago and she couldn't help the overwhelming guilt and regret flowing through her.

So she decided to end it.

One of her throwing knifes lay a few feet away from her taunting her with its presence. She slowly reached her hand out towards it and picked it up looking over it a few times. She gripped the handle tightly before breathing deeply.

The blade then plunged deep into her abdomen and she welcomed the pain with open arms and then she ripped the blade back out again.

She just laid there waiting. Waiting for the peace.

She started to feel drowsy as her eyes closed and she was in complete darkness. She saw the light in front and reached out towards the light but before she could reach it, she was pulled back into the real world.

Brooklyn gasped awake and her knife wound closed miraculously. All the pain went away and the iris of her eyes turned a bright neon green for a few seconds before going back to their normal chocolate brown. A dark shadow looming over her.

Batman who was kneeling beside her, removed the syringe for her arm. When he had arrived, he found her already seven minutes dead. An empty syringe in his hand. Brooklyn didn't want to know what he had injected her with.

Brooklyn didn't even look at him, she just cried into her knees and she brought them up into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. After 10 minutes she had fallen limp half asleep. Batman picked her up bridal style and placed her into a police car while she slept. He felt a slight feeling of guilt but this was for the best.

The door shut and the police car drove off to a place where she'd be locked away where they put people in a hole and throw away the hole.