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English isn´t my first language so expect tense chaos. Updates will be random as hell because I cannot commit to a schedule XDD
Expect swearing, violence, (probably) sex and slow burn. Reader is fem, no set looks or background. Enjoy .ᐟ
꩜ .ᐟ The pounding of your own heart was the only sound reaching your ears; it wasn´t caused by fear of losing your life, but by the adrenaline that had been coursing through you since the very beginning of the situation you´d found yourself in. The blood of one of the ARGUS operatives seeped through your mask, staining the surface of your eye a deep scarlet.
“Shit,” you groaned, rubbing your burning eye through the thin fabric of the mask. The pain in your eye would probably have mattered more to you than the fact that you were the main cause of a massive road pileup — and on top of that, you were surrounded on all sides by soldiers working for ARGUS.
You unsteadily leaned against two wrecked cars, which were the only barrier offering you any kind of cover from the watchful eyes of the soldiers aiming their guns at you.
Your knees buckled as you grabbed your right side, blood steadily streaming down; three fresh gunshot wounds were already beginning to heal efficiently. You exhaled loudly, processing the reckless thoughts raging through your mind like an angry storm. You quickly reached for the glock in your holster, counting the remaining bullets — exactly twelve.
Not enough.
You cursed under your breath.
Fuck Dopinder and the weapons backpack you´d left behind in his taxi. You peeked slightly out from behind the car, but before you could make another move, shots rang out.
“Fuck! Guys, I don´t usually say this, but not so aggressive!” You yelled, as if that would magically make them leave you alone. Your hand moved to a small pocket in your suit, which was now completely shredded and soaked with blood. You pulled out a white handkerchief, letting out a light laugh at the ridiculous situation you were in.
“Don´t shoot! I surrender!” You shouted, waving the handkerchief high enough for everyone to see. Silence followed, then a loud order telling you to come out with your hands raised.
Your gaze fell on a grenade lying right next to your leg, a wide smile painted across its surface. Without a second thought, you grabbed it and stood up straight. Slowly, you stepped out from behind the car, one hand hidden behind your back while the other was raised high in a gesture of surrender.
“Both hands up!” Someone shouted, causing every barrel to immediately lock onto you. You laughed, tapping your open palm against your forehead a few times.
“Oh right. Silly me.”
You slipped your raised hand behind your back, deftly pulling the pin from the grenade. But before you could make another move, a loud, single gunshot rang out.
The bullet hit you straight in the stomach.
“And of course, fucking Waller,” you muttered, feeling dizzy and overwhelmingly sleepy. The soldiers suddenly rushed toward you, and once they were close enough, the grenade slipped from your hand with a quiet clink, rolling almost shamelessly in their direction.
Drowsiness clouded your mind, your vision blurring completely. The sedative round took effect immediately — you felt oddly relaxed, the noise and shouting fading into broken whispers. You stumbled backward, completely losing your balance, and just as your eyes finally closed, you heard a muffled explosion.
You squeezed your eyes shut when the harsh fluorescent lights flooded the room. You groaned, exhaustion still clouding your mind. With your head hanging low, you stared at your black combat boots, the leather peeling from the explosion earlier. There was barely anything left of your suit either — shredded scraps covered your chest and lower half.
Your ears rang as a sudden wave of nausea hit you — you felt like you were massively hungover, fighting the urge to puke. You swallowed loudly, lifting your gaze, and that´s when you saw her.
Amanda Waller.
She stood there in all her glory, leaning against the wall not far from you. Her dark eyes bored straight into your soul, making one thing painfully clear — you belonged to her like a dog on a leash.
“Finally awake, Miss Pool,” she spoke first, her voice just as flat and lifeless as it had been five months ago.
You narrowed your eyes, forcing an overly fake smile. You leaned forward toward her, and the moment you tried to move your arms, something stopped you.
Handcuffs.
You were chained to the chair.
“Oh, come on! You said you´d let us go — all of us,” you grimaced. After the Corto Maltese mission, Waller had promised that the entire Task Force X would be free.
With casual indifference, she took a few steps and stopped right in front of you. Without caring about your comfort, she grabbed your jaw tightly and forced your head up to face her.
Only then did you realize — you weren´t wearing your mask.
“Mass murdering criminals in Gotham and attempting to kill Batman is one thing,” she said calmly.
“—but killing my people is another. Even half–conscious, you still manage to cause chaos.” Her shallow voice sent a chill down your spine.
Your smile only widened.
You knew damn well this cunning woman wanted something from you.
“Oh no, no. You forgot to mention it was self–defense,” you shot back.
“Though I could say it was all in the name of peace — just like that dickhead. He uses that dumb excuse to do whatever the fuck he wants.” You laughed, though your grin faltered when Waller stepped behind you and placed her hand on the back of your head. Her cold touch reminded you instantly of the bomb embedded there.
“Oh,” you breathed, tilting your head slightly to look at her. Sure, you were practically immortal — but having your brain blown to pieces would definitely kill you.
“I assume you understand what this means,” she continued:
“Technically, I have complete power over you. I know who you are — and I can kill you easily.”
You knew.
You were nothing but a puppet in her hands, ready to dance on command. Still, she wasn´t the only one who knew your identity. Others had seen your face — Task Force X members who´d been on the mission with you, and ARGUS agents stationed on Corto Maltese that day.
“I could kill you,” Waller said.
“—but I won´t. You´ll complete one last mission. If you refuse, you go back to Belle Reve.”
“Belle Reve ~ sweet dreams my ass,” you scoffed.
“And if I agree, what do I get out of it?” You narrowed your eyes expectantly.
“Freedom.”
You raised a brow, about to speak, but she cut you off.
“Your records and criminal past as an anti–heroic vigilante will be erased permanently. It´ll be as if you´re starting over. I´ll forget who you are — and you´ll be rid of this.”
She gestured to the back of your head.
You knew damn well it was the better deal. But if Waller was this desperate to have you on the mission, it meant only one thing — it was extremely, if not fatally, dangerous.
You smiled crookedly at the thought. At least you´d finally stop being her tool.
“You know, it´s kinda sad,” you said casually, tilting your head to look at her. “Feels like you just wanna get rid of me—”
She didn´t respond. Just stared.
“—but fuck it. I´d love another chance to punch Batman, so I´m in.”
You shrugged, waiting for her next move.
She sighed and headed toward the door, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. You watched as she opened it and motioned for someone to come in.
With a grin on your face, you stared at the doorway — and when two people entered, you locked eyes with a blonde woman. You tilted your head slightly, then shifted your gaze to the bearded man beside her, who immediately looked away the second you met his eyes.
“Jesus,” he muttered, covering his eyes with his hand.
You frowned at his reaction — then it hit you. Your suit was barely covering anything at the moment. You laughed at him, tossing out a teasing remark.
“Dude, I had the same reaction when I saw Batman´s face.”
Yeah. You clearly didn´t like Batman.
The blonde woman rolled her eyes at both her friend´s awkwardness and your comment. She knew you were talkative, but she definitely hadn´t expected you to be joining them on this mission. When Waller announced the team for «Project Butterfly», she nearly lost her mind.
It was a punishment — for standing up to Amanda during the Corto Maltese mission.
That was when Harcourt had first seen your face.
A face that, for some unknown reason, had been carefully hidden from almost everyone. You didn´t look like someone capable of killing anyone.
“You´ll be joining Harcourt and Economos,” Waller announced, crossing her arms. “On the way to Evergreen, they´ll fill you in on everything you need to know about Project Butterfly. You´ll also meet the others involved — and pick up Peacemaker from the hospital.”
Her words made your eyes and mouth fly open.
“WHAT?! HE´S ALIVE?!”
Economos peeked at you through his fingers, then glanced at his irritated blonde friend. They both seemed to share the same thought — putting you and Christopher Smith on the same team couldn´t possibly end without chaos.
After all, they´d both worked with you.
A talkative killer and a man with zero restraint when it came to doing anything in the name of peace.
That´s how they saw you.
But none of you knew yet that this mission would change everything in your lives.
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