SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Nice Save. ((Rick Flagg x Reader))

WARNINGS: NONE

NOTES: Ok, I'm going to try and do maybe three updates per day. Keyword being try. I don't know how this is gonna work. This will be the last update for today, then I'm going to go work a bit on some Star Trek Oneshots. This was a request! Hope you enjoy!

For the longest time, you had watched Rick. He was probably the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. And that's saying something, considering the places you've been.

There was just something about him that interested you. Maybe it was his mind, maybe... Other things.

Whatever it was about him, you liked it. You knew that it could never work, since you had been officially labeled as a "Bad Guy", but a feeling in the back of your mind said that it could.

You ignored this feeling, of course, just pushing it aside assuming some of Harley's crazy rubbed off on you.

When Task Force X got approved, you were really happy to finally get out of the prison. Even if it was for a mission.

Everyone was strapped to wheelchairs and wheeled out. They had some sort of device put into your necks. A tracking device? A bomb? Who knows. All you knew is that you bit the guy who put it in you.

You were all lined up in front of Rick. He stood in his full uniform, staring at each one of the inmates. It may have just been your imagine, but you could've sworn he stared at you the longest.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"Here's the deal." He began, his voice stern and demanding, "You're going some place very bad, that'll get you killed."

'How lovely.' You thought.

"If you disobey me," Rick continued, "You die. You try to escape, you die."

He looked over at Harley.

"If you otherwise irritate or vex me, guess what? You die."

Harley raised her hand like a little kid and sweetly said, "I'm known to be quite vexing, I'm just forewarning you!"

Rick glared at her.

"Lady, would you SHUT UP?" He yelled. Harley pit her hand down and pouted.

The guards unstrapped you from the wheelchair, and threw you a beat up (F/C) bag filled with your things. You put on your jeans, shirt, boots and jacket.

You then dug deeper into the bag and pulled out your knife set. Three long, slender throwing knives and two daggers. You tucked the throwing knives into the inside pocket of your jacket, then began to twirl the daggers in your hands, slicing invisible people.

"Hate to get on the wrong side of you." A voice behind you said. You turned to face Rick. You blushed lightly and tucked the daggers away.

"Yeah, most people who do end up dead." You said. Rick playfully elbowed your shoulder.

"Well, now you can slice things and not go to prison." He said.

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So many things had happened so fast in twenty minutes. First, there was this scary sword chick, then the helicopter crashed, and now your fighting for your life against people with eyeballs all over their faces.

Yep, it was pretty messed up.

You slashed at another eyeball dude, and he crumbled to the ground, while throwing one of your knives at one.

One of the things started charging at you, you weren't quick enough to grab a knife. Good thing you had enhanced agility. You jumped and kicked it square in the chest, summersaulting backwards before landing gracefully.

You heard a scream followed by rapid shooting.

"They got Flagg!" Deadshot called out.

"Good riddance." Harley smirked. Deadahot glared at her.

"Harley! If he dies, we die!" Deadshot called to her. Harley rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

You didn't hesitate to rush over to help Rick, with a bit of help from Deadshot, of course.

You easily dodged the bullets, and sliced everything within an arms distance. You slashed the backs and necks of every creature that was holding Flagg with deadly speed and accuracy.

Rick fell onto the hard pavement moaning. You kneeled down and extended a hand.

"Nice save." He said, taking your arm. You pulled him up off the ground.

"Thanks." You said.