Rated M for Decapitations.
Gotham City, 12:19 AM.
Two people glanced at the large, national bank that stood in the heart of Gotham. Nobody was around, and they had planned this well. One of the people- a woman- smirked lightheartedly. "Come, darling, let's not keep them waiting." She said smoothly.
The one beside her nodded- a man, covered head to toe in tattoos. Silently he walked over toward the building, rubbing his arm, which held a tattoo of a rope coiled round it like a snake. Narrowing his eyes, he brought his teeth around on his tongue, drawing blood, and spat on it. The tat glowed, and soon was an actual rope round his arm. Pulling it off, he eyed the gap between him and the roof carefully, before throwing it up into the air. It wrapped around an air duct, tightening and allowing him to scale the side.
Meanwhile, the woman brought her hands together in front of her, as her slightly purple skin fired a small beam of ice. Carefully she built a stairway from the ice, and walked up effortlessly- the stairs dissolving after she stepped on them.
Now, the Tattooed Man walked over to a large generator. Spitting blood onto a tat of an ebony black crowbar, it shined before appearing before him- where he snatched it and put it in the locked door to lead to the bank's power supply. With a small grunt, he pulled it off, dropping it to the ground as he prepared for spitting on another tat.
However, the woman he was with stepped forward, the ground freezing wherever she stepped. Putting her hand toward the flashing lights and electronics, she narrowed her eyes as a cone of cold fired toward the controls, as slowly the lights slowed down before completely going out. Briefly looking at her perfectly manicured nails, she licked her lips and looked at the Tattooed Man expectantly.
Nodding, he pulled off his shirt- a sleeveless black shirt, to be specific- and revealed hundreds of small items tattooed onto him. Some might see it as messy, but if you looked at it from afar you'd be able to make out different images- such as, a skull on his chest, or a snake on his back.
Spitting on his hand, he rubbed the blood onto a cartoonish ninja. It flashed light and appeared in front of him, standing tall and defiant. Ebony black hair floating in the wind.
"Get down there, open the safe." Tattooed Man said gruffly, his green eyes looking as cold as ever. Nodding, the ninja took off, leaping off the roof- however, as a bent, curved machete flung up to meet him, his head came off, a roar of laughter coming from below.
Widening her eyes, Killer Frost took off her large trench cloak to reveal her 'work clothes'. A dress that seemed to be made of ice. Raising a hand to wipe a lock of snow-white hair from her face, she smirked. A fight.
Tattooed Man was furious. "Who did that?!" He shouted- a bad idea.
"I did, you sorry excuse for a tat artist." Lobo sniffed as he leaped up, landing in front of them with blood red eyes looking as wild as ever.
Soon enough, he was joined by Manchester Black- who was telekinetically carrying Baby Doll and Amanda Waller. "We late?" The brit scoffed as he set them down.
"No, the party's just started." Frost smirked as she created a dagger out of ice, throwing it toward Lobo as she ran toward him. The blade went right into his chest. Grunting, he scowled at her.
"That hurt..." He mumbled, grabbing it and pulling it out- snapping it with his hand as he threw the shards toward her. However, the shards stopped in place, by Manchester Black- using his telekinesis as his eyes glowed a light purple.
"Ma'm, I'mma have to ask you to come willingly. We ain't the cops." He said smoothly.
"Oh, sure you aren't." Killer Frost said sarcastically- even though she did sort of believe Black.
"We're the Suicide Squad. We take care of crime and other international affairs under the radar. We pay good money." Waller said.
This idea peaked Killer Frost's interests. "How much?"
"I got eighty five grand just for joining." Baby Doll spoke up, as she pulled out a lollipop- sucking on it innocently.
Wow. That was a lot more money than they expected to get at the bank. Frost thought for a good long moment, before she started to speak- but, was interrupted by her hotheaded lover.
"No!" Tattooed Man shouted as he spat on his arm- making a katana appear in his hand. Swinging it wildly, he completely decapitated Lobo, charging toward the others as well. However, before he could attack Black, the brit brought up his hand to his head and focused- penetrating Tattooed Man's mind and making him fall to the ground. Sighing, he looked up.
"He'll wake up thinking he is a baby if you say no." He said to Frost.
"I would've done it for the money." She said, bitterly, walking over to them.
"The money was a lie. But, now you have no choice." Waller said- as the severed body of Lobo grabbed her tightly. His head was lying on the ground, watching from where he was.
Crawling up the taller woman, Baby Doll stuffed some small semtex deposits in her ears, rubbing it around so that it couldn't be scratched out or anything of the sort. "Kay, she's good." She muttered to herself as Baby Doll slid back down.
"Great. Welcome to the Suicide Squad." Waller smirked as Baby Doll went to put semtex in Tattooed Man's ears.
Narrowing her eyes, Frost muttered something about how this was the 'stupidest thing she'd ever heard.' And most of her team mates would agree.
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