Suicide Squad Origins- Luna Cee

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As Johnny Frost went about his work, I struggled to keep my focus on The Joker. He was studying me, his icy blue eyes filled with curiosity and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. He took another shot of whiskey, holding my gaze. The burning sensation in my neck grew more intense, and my gloved hand balled into a tight fist on the armrest of the couch. I grunted in pain, but I didn't dare tear my eyes away from The Joker's. The moment felt like an eternity until finally, Frost sighed, signaling the end of his operation. "Alright. All done," he said, standing up and discarding the bloody materials. "Good boy, Frosty," The Joker said, smirking at his henchman before turning his attention back to me. "You alright, fireball?"I nodded, grimacing at the throbbing pain in my neck. He studied me for a moment longer before standing up and moving toward the exit of the room."Rest up. We've got a long night ahead," he said, his voice echoing in the large empty room. "I'll be back later to explain the plan." With that, he left, the door shutting with a loud clang behind him. I was alone with my thoughts, my confusion, and my uncertainty. His words echoed in my mind. His plan? What was I getting myself into? I wanted to bring down Gotham City, to burn it all to the ground. But was aligning myself with The Joker really the right move? What were his true intentions? Did he genuinely want to wreak havoc and mayhem, or was there something more sinister at play? And what about the rest of the Suicide Squad? Where did their loyalties lie now? With the Joker on the loose and me siding with him, the dynamics of our team would be changing drastically. Thinking about Harley Quinn sent a pang of guilt through me. She was clearly unsettled by my interactions with The Joker. But it wasn't him I was interested in. Not really. It was the chaos he represented, the anarchy that I craved. Still, I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward him. There was something magnetic about his insanity, something dark and fascinating about his relentless pursuit of mayhem. And then there was Deadshot. He had made his disdain for me clear from the start. But why? Was it purely because I was a liability? Or was it something deeper, something personal? Shaking off my thoughts, I stood up, wincing at the sting in my neck. I looked around the room, taking in the stripper poles and golden lights. It felt surreal to be here, in the heart of Joker's domain. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. Whatever lay ahead, I knew one thing for sure. There would be no going back. My path was set, my choices made. The only thing left to do was to see it through, no matter where it led me. Later, when the door opened again, it wasn't The Joker who walked in, but Harley Quinn. Her eyes were wide, her usual manic energy subdued. She stared at me, her gaze moving to the fresh bandages around my neck. "Luna," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What have you done?" I met her gaze evenly, the weight of my choices heavy in the silence between us. "I've made my choice, Harley," I said, holding her gaze. "Just like you made yours." She stood there for a long moment, her gaze never leaving mine. Then, without another word, she turned and left the room. I was alone once again, left with nothing but the echo of my own choices to keep me company.