Suicide Squad Page #2

Puddin'.

Puddin', I can't swim!

But the bat got her, too.

She's in the same hole as Deadshot.

And then there's the aussie.

Digger Harkness.

Or as the tabloids call him.

Capitan Boomerang.

Captain boomerang

fetishes:
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We're gonna be rich.

Yeah, you and me, mate.

Go and get the car.

He robbed every bank in Australia

at least once.

Then he came to America

for a fresh target set.

Doesn't work well with others.

No honor among thieves, eh?

But he tangled with a metahuman

and lived to tell about it.

And have you heard of

the pyro kinetic homeboy?

How'd you catch him?

We didn't.

He surrendered.

Chato Santana.

On the streets they call him El diablo.

This LA gangbanger thought

he was the king of the world...

Until he lost his queen.

Gets jumped in a prison riot

and incinerates half the yard.

The security video is incredible.

Oh, Jesus.

- What the hell is that?

- His name is Waylon Jones.

Evolution took a step backwards

with this one.

Yo, K.C!

It's supper.

Go ahead,

open that up, B.

Got something real nice

for you today, boy.

Hey boss, is it true he chewed

the dude's hand off?

Look at that, right there,

vulcanized rubber

Give me that, Smitty.

Where you at?

Don't make me get you.

They call him Killer Croc.

There you are, are you hungry?

You want some food?

Go ahead, feed the man.

What are you

in the mood for tonight?

I got a double cheese burger,

onion rings, a little coleslaw.

Or a giant skinless goat?

He looked like a monster.

So they treated him

like a monster.

Then he became a monster.

He was chased out

of Gotham by the Bat.

Went searching for sanctuary elsewhere.

He never found it.

I saved the best for last.

The Witch.

A witch?

I'm talking a flying, spell-casting,

making-sh*t-disappear witch.

A sorceress from another dimension.

Another world.

Archaeologist Dr. June Moone...

Wondered into the wrong cave.

June...

She opened something she shouldn't have...

releasing a metahuman more powerful

than any we've encountered.

The enchantress.

Enchantress aka dr June Moone

she inhabits Dr. Moone's body now.

Where is this witch?

In my pocket.

Now tell him why she won't

turn you into a frog.

Some say the witch has

a secret buried heart...

And whoever finds it

can control the witch.

So we searched the cave

where she turned up...

And we found her heart.

- That thing's her heart?

- Mmm.

She's vulnerable without it.

You want to put our

national security in the hands of...

Witches, gangbangers, and crocodiles?

Don't forget about

the joker's girlfriend.

These are villains, Amanda.

What makes you think

you can control them?

Because getting people to act

against their own self-interests...

For the national security of the United

States is what I do for a living.

You take the finest special forces officer

this nation has ever produced...

Colonel Rick Flag.

Colonel Rick Flag.

Help me.

I assigned him to watch Dr. Moone,

and just as I hoped...

It got personal.

Are you gonna

kiss me or not?

I have the witch's heart.

And Dr. Moone has his.

Now he'll follow my orders

as holy writ.

In a world of flying men and monsters...

This is the only way

to protect our country.

The Pentagon Washington DC

what if Superman had decided to fly down,

rip off the roof of the white house...

And grab the President of the United States

right out of the overall office?

Who would've stopped him?

We got contingency plans

for nukes in north Korea...

Anthrax in our mail.

We got fluoride in our water.

But what happens

if the next Superman...

Becomes a terrorist?

Amanda Waller has a plan.

Amanda.

I wanna build a team of some very bad

people who I think can do some good.

Like fight the next war,

defeat the next Superman.

Not on my watch.

You're not putting those monsters

back out on the street in our name.

General, we run them covertly

non-attributed. Strictly need to know.

And if they get caught,

we throw them under the bus.

The next war will be fought

with these metahumans.

Ours, or theirs.

We're not the only ones

kicking up rocks looking for them.

You know we can't

control these people.

June, be strong.

Dr. Moone.

Enchantress.

Meet the enchantress.

Everything we know about her,

is in your briefing packs.

She's walked this earth

for a very long time

and will likely be here

when we're long gone.

This meeting is-

is now a magic show?

Magic or not, this girl can do

some pretty incredible things.

Go get it, girl.

How about a little something from

the Weapons ministry vault in Tehran?

We've been chasing

these plans for years.

Please don't touch me.

Please don't touch me.

Thank you.

We'd like Dr. Moone back.

Enchantress.

Please.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I can't-I can't do that again.

Flag, get her out of here.

I move to...

Authorize Amanda Waller to establish

Task force X under the Argus program.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. chairman.

I know you do bad things.

Don't worry.

I still love you.

Welcome to Belle Reve,

special security barracks.

How you doing, man?

Why don't you kiss her ass?

She's in charge.

Welcome, ma'am.

How are you?

I'm here to assist you in anyway.

Where are they?

Are you the devil?

Maybe.

Ain't you scared?

Why'd they put you down here?

I asked.

Open that gate.

Yo, ese

Hola, amigo.

Put that burrito down.

You got visitors, man.

What's up?

Hey, you want some of this?

Come down here.

That ain't me.

That wasn't you?

Nah, they say it's me,

but that ain't me.

That guy's gone.

He's dead.

And yet, here you are.

Ma'am.

Let me try to talk to him.

You wanna die in here, buddy?

You got a real shot at

walking at the block again.

Have a nice cold beer, a nice meal.

A women.

Look, man...

You ain't the first to ask,

and you ain't gonna be the last.

Ask what?

I'm a man, okay?

I ain't no weapon.

I'mmna die in peace before

I raise my fists again.

I've caused enough harm.

Bye

All right, unlock him.

What?

You heard me.

You know what this man can do?

I'm here to find out.

Lose the restraints.

Thank you.

What?

This uh...

Cheerleading tryouts?

Let's go.

Let's see what you can do.

They say you never missed a shot.

Prove it.

Now you got one in the chamber.

What cha' gonna do with it?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey!

- Sh*t!

- Drop it.

Give me the word, boss.

I'll drop him.

Everybody calm down.

Griggs, tell your men to stand down.

Tell them to put it down.

Stand down!

Colonel, for the record, this is exactly

what I was concerned about!

What's for dinner?

Ames, if this man shoots me...

I want you to kill him...

And I want you to go

clear my browser history.

See...

The firing pin is filed down, right?

Mag full of dummy rounds.

If I pull the trigger, nothing happens.

You're absolutely right.

Why would we give a loaded weapon

to an infamous hitman?

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

Empty it.

Don't empty nothing.

You don't even know this lady.

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