Suicide Squad: New Arrival

Two: Gotham's New Heroes?

I sat there. In my cell. Alone. My thoughts taunting me, the silence deafening my ears. I haven't seen a human in a full day. Or was it two? I couldn't keep track of the time that passed anymore. It all felt like forever. I could've just escaped, right then. I could've teleported somewhere far from the cell, live the life I want.
I could- NO! I stopped myself from thinking. I need to stay here. It is the right thing to do. I can't just up and run, I'll live my life running.
The sound of my cell door unlocking startled me, and I stood up slowly, the shackles on my feet dragging against the floor. The door opened, and there stood Amanda Waller with practically a whole swat team behind her.
"Careful with this one." Amanda said to the men, her eyes glued to mine. I walked as close to Amanda as I could, which wasn't close at all. The shackles were holding me back.
"What do you want from me?" I snarled at her. she stood there silently as the men entered my cell carefully, unlocking the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
"Careful with that tone, Morris. Remember that you're the one wearing the orange jump suit." She grinned evilly at me. "Drug her." Amanda demanded, before turning around and walking off. The men began to pile into my cell.
"Hey!" I yelled after her, but then I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and everything went black.

    I woke with a start. I tried to sit up, defend myself from whoever had me, but I was tied down to what seemed to be a...wheelchair? I tried to look around but my head was strapped back.
"Hey! What're you doing?!" I yelled, pulling at the straps that held me. "What is all this?!" And suddenly they stopped me. My wheelchair was in front of a table, with medical tools that each looked painful. A woman picked up something that looked like a syringe, but much bigger.
"What is that? Don't touch me!" I yelled, writhing in my wheelchair. She pressed the contraption against my neck and I felt a painful pinch. My eyes watered a bit. "Next!" she yelled, and I was wheeled away again.
I decided not to talk anymore, no one was giving me any answers anyway.
We stopped again outside, officers and soldiers everywhere. I then saw that other prisoners were being wheeled out as well.
"Not this shit again!" I heard a man yell from behind me. He was then wheeled beside me me, and stopped by my wheelchair. He turned his head to look at me.
"Who're you?" He asked, but I didn't answer. I clenched the arm rests of my wheelchair until I heard someone give orders for us to be unstrapped. When I felt all the straps loosen, I stood up and looked at the other prisoners. And they all looked at me.
"This," says a man, walking up behind me and shoving me towards the other prisoners. "Is August. Also known as Killer Queen." I turn to see an officer, a pistol on his belt and a shot gun in hand. "she is your newest member."
Killer Queen I thought. The name that when spoken, can make someone tremble.
I hadn't been called my villain name in a while, mostly because my villain days were over.
I looked at the people around me, and they all lowered their eyebrows or looked confused.
"Isn't she a little young?" Said the dark-skinned man who had been wheeled in beside me.
"She's 22. But is more lethal than all of you combined." Answered the soldier. "I'm Rick Flag by the way." He said to me, and I nodded, looking down.
"She doesn't look lethal." Said another man, but this time with an Australian accent. He had sideburns that were so terrible they seemed to distract me from his yellow and black teeth. "Look at her! She can't even make eye contact with us without shitting her nickers!" He teased.
Rick Flag looked at the Aussie, then at me. He was obviously getting frustrated. "Her powers are limitless. But she is mostly known for killing anything alive within 10 feet of her without making physical contact. All at once. So if you piss her off, she's quite capable of killing you herself." He tells them, and they each took a step back away from me. I couldn't help but laugh.
Pussies I thought.
"Why doesn't she show us then?" Said the Aussie.
Rick Flag shrugged. "do you wanna be the test subject?" He called out. Before the man could answered, Rick continued. "Didn't think so."
The dark-skinned man interrupted. "Why are we here?" he asked.
I was glad the attention was finally off of me.
"Waller is going to tell you that. I'm here to give you your shit back and tell you to load up. your boxes are over there, we leave in 15." He said, before walking off. I look at the other squad members, and watched as they went to go find their assigned "boxes". The dark-skinned man walked over to me.
"Killer Queen?" He said, laughing a bit after.
"Actually, it's August." I correct.
"Well, August. I'm September." He joked, and I role my eyes.
"Are you seriously wasting my time to bother me about my name?" I asked, brushing past him as I was clearly unamused.
"The name's Deadshot." He calls out from behind me. I stop and turn around.
"Gotham City's Deadshot?" I asked, trying not to look shocked.
"The one and only." He says, shrugging.
"It's nice to meet you Deadshot." I say, walking back over to him. "Do you mind explaining this whole 'box' thing?"
He laughed. "Dang, you are new around here. Basically, those boxes over there have the stuff they took from you when you first checked into this place." He pointed at the bins that were lined up side by side on the dusty floor. "Clothes, weapons, that stuff." He explained.

   As I pushed the lid of the box with my name on it open, I saw my things there. My black jeans, leather jacket, black t-shirt, and my boots. But, most importantly, my sword. I picked up my only weapon, and watched as it lit up in my hand, turning into a glowing shade of white. I traced the blade with my finger, before putting it down and watching as the glowing faded.

"Hey Redhead!" The Aussie called, as he was stuffing what seemed to be, boomerangs into the inner pockets of his jacket. "I'm Captain Boomerang, and the handsome fella over there is Killer Croc." He pointed at the Lizard like man, and I laughed. "How did you make that thing glow?" He asked, picking my sword up from my box.
"It only lights up when I touch it." I explain, grabbing my clothes from the box, and taking the blade from his hand.

    Five minutes later, Rick called us four and standing beside him was a black-haired, thin woman who looked as if she was from an Asian decent. I rushed from the spot I had just changed in, to join the group, my sword hanging off my belt in it's sheath.
"Katana will be joining us again, not just to keep you guys in line but to help us out with our mission. We are missing Harley, and Chato, so we need as much help as we can get."
I noticed everyone's expression dropping, and I was confused. Deadshot then walked up beside me.
"Chato was a good friend of ours. We called him Diablo." He whispered. "He saved us. And Harley did as well, but she escaped with the Joker a few months ago." He explained. I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice to me.
"Waller is going to explain the mission, and then we leave in 10." He explained, before holding a tablet in front of us and we watched as it lit up and the face of evil appeared.
"You all know that Harley Quinn escaped months ago with her beloved clown." She started. "Well, they have developed a bomb big enough to destroy Gotham City. Reasoning? Unknown. But what we do know, is that he has guards surrounding his lab for blocks. And it is your duty to get passed them, disarm the bomb, and capture the psychotic love birds. You all remember those painful injections you got earlier? Those injections are small bombs, strong enough to turn you to ashes in milliseconds."
My hand reaches for my neck where I was injected. It felt weird knowing that I was literally a bomb, ready to be set off at any moment. And someone else had the button.
"Flag dies. You all die." She warns. "you know what to do."
Then, the screen went black.