Heaven In Hell (Suicide Squad Girls X Male Reader)

Issue 64: Demolition Lovers

Jane looked around my room covered wall to wall with horror movie memorabilia and Misfits merchandise.

"Dude. Where the fuck did you get all of this stuff?" She asked walking through the room.

"Ebay."

"Oh ha fucking ha." She walked up to one of my favorites.

"That's an actual telepod prop from the 1986 remake of The Fly."

"Ever try to see what's at the other end of it?"

"Wanna find out?"

"No thanks. Know a girl that can get me wherever I want in a second's notice without the possibility of me turning into a giant fly monster." She said looking around. She stopped at a toy I still had in the box. "Nope. This is not sleeping in here." She said as she picked it up and put it outside.

"HI I'M CHUCKY. AND I'M YOUR FRIEND TIL THE END. HEIDI HO! HA-HA-HA."

"Didn't think you'd be afraid of Chucky."

"I'm not afraid of the concept of a killer doll I'm stopping you from making Babydoll upset if she wakes up in the middle of the night."

"About that, you haven't switched once since you unmasked me. What's up with that?"

"I... I don't know. I didn't think about it until now." She said. There was a slight twinge of concern in her voice. Then she shook her head. "Whatever it is, I'll figure it out when we get to sleep." She then looked over at my mask wall. "Ghostface, Jason, Leatherface, Lady Leatherface, Frankenstein... is that Scotty from the Evil Dead?"

"You know your shit."

"When you're locked in a mansion for 50 years you start to watch a lot of different movies." Jane said before she looked over at a different mask. "Is that the fucking Misfits logo?"

"Close. It's the actual Crimson Ghost."

"Why is he white?"

"The hood is crimson."

"Well he's not very crimson then. He's more of a Crimson-Clad Ghost." She then looked over at me. "How come you didn't use this mask instead?"

"It wasn't personal enough. The other mask was given to me by one of them. You heard the story. I died in that chamber. All that remained was the mask. It was the only thing that didn't melt with the merger."

"Except you didn't die. You made it through the other end."

"I didn't think so at the time. It wasn't until I went to kill Scarecrow that I really found out the difference between me and The Ghost."

"What do you mean?"

"Before that I thought we were one and the same, but it was just me listening to everything he said and following the voice in my head like a mindless puppet. Then I went to go kill Crane and I didn't have it in me to kill him... and then I put on the mask. Then there was no going back in my head."

"Well, good thing you're dumb as fuck." She said leaning against the desk in my room. She then noticed my record collection. "Oh shit, you collect vinyl?" She asked before she started going through them. "Misfits, Misfits, Misfits, Danzig, Misfits- Michale Graves!? Fuck off."

"What? I like his era of Misfits too."

"Okay well he's a fucking proud boy."

"Saturday Night is a good song." I rebutted. Jane rolled her eyes.

"Do you have anything not- oh, well there's Nine Inch Nails. Finally something not Misfits related. Nirvana, Bauhaus-" She looked back at me. "You ever heard of The Cure?"