If You Can't Beat Them

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Naruto and DC universe.

Prompt: Naruto x Suicide Squad Crossover. Haruno Sakura finds herself in an unfortunate position, thrown into a strange new world and forced to band together with a bunch of misfits and criminals. Oh, wouldn't Naruto be so proud of her now. Sakura centric.

'Thoughts'

'Speaking in Japanese'

There's nothing but silence as the pinkette started to stir. Immediately that caused alarm bells to ring in her mind, even if she was slightly relieved for the uninterrupted sleep from her disruptive teammates.

Normally, she would be greeted by the obnoxious sight of his orange jumpsuit—not the mention the rambunctious shouting from Naruto about another mission as he helped himself to the contents of her fridge. The morning routine that she shared with her teammates was almost repetitive in that sense, at least whenever she had the morning off. Which was hardly ever, especially with her long shifts at the hospital.

However, the longer she seemed to wait, the eerier of the silence only grew.

Perhaps the blond was occupying himself with a spot of early morning training. That wasn't something out of the norm for him to do, he was compulsively obsessed with always becoming stronger by learning a new technique or some sort.

Sakura took a moment to recollect her somewhat relaxed day planned, meeting up with Ino for some lunch in the afternoon—no doubt her friend would try to sneak in a shopping trip somewhere. If she bumped into Rock Lee, given that he had returned from his most recent mission, there would most probably be an impromptu training session.

Although their friendship didn't have the best start, his crush eventually wavered into a brotherly affection. He had an abundance of energy that helped motivate her to work harder. Though there were moments when she had to suppress the urges to strangle him with his pep talks, knowing that he meant well.

She had better friendships than when she graduated from the Academy, having grown from her borderline obsession with her teammate Sasuke. It no longer clouded her judgement, though without the necessary wake-up call she so desperately needed she would not have had the drive to become stronger.

The pinkette stretched her arms over her head, only to note how limited her arms would reach out. She frowned as she tried once more, only thing time to hear a rattling sound which echoed though her room.

She tried to keep her nerves at bay, taking a deep breath before opening her eyes. However, nothing but darkness assaulted her vision. The unsettling feeling at the pit of her stomach only flourished wildly as she tried to rack through her memory of being kidnapped yet came up short.

Sakura wasn't feeling too optimistic that this was simply just a dream.

The door opened, thus cutting through her train of thought as a voice called out gruffly. "Rise and shine, inmate."

The next thing she knows is that she's surrounded, the poorly lit room with the outdoor light streaming in allowed her to get a look around. She could feel something being injected into her arm before the chains tying her to the wall were released.

The following sequences went by in a blur, though she could vaguely feel being manhandled by the guards until she was pushed to sit in an empty room as another pair of handcuffs were roughly attached to her wrists. There was hushed voices, shuffling of feet followed by the harsh shutting of the door until the room became quiet.

She blinked groggily. It took a long time before she managed to muster up the energy to glance around, she got the impression that this was some sort of interrogation room.

"Good morning, Miss Haruno. I won't waste much time here, so I'll get right to it." A faceless voice resounded, bouncing off the walls. She tried to look around to gather her bearings, however the simple movement only sufficed to drive the pounding of her head to the centre point of attention. No matter how she tried to clear her vision, her attempts were futile as it remained blurry and unclear.

"You will be transferred in the morning where you will be briefed of your mission. If you even try to escape or become violent, the guards accompanying you will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand me?"

The pinkette's head was bowed, her eyes unfocused. She barely managed to catch the meaning of what was being said to her, acknowledging that this was a foreign language yet for some unknown reason she was able to decipher it. She wetted her lips before a breathy laugh escaped through.

"…How vague. What makes you think I'll cooperate with you when you can't even face me like the backboneless coward you are?" She spat out, her narrowed eyes looked around aimlessly until she spotted a camera in the left corner.

"I'm under no obligation to tell you anything. I could just leave you to rot in that prison cell for the rest of your sentence." Was the cutthroat reply, though she knew that this lady wouldn't be wasting her own time if she didn't think she needed Sakura.

"Then please, by all means. Leave me to rot in peace without your boring ass voice hassling me." She made sure to smile brightly at the camera, the grin plastered across her face hitched up further as she heard hushed laughter poring through the speakers before silence was upon her again.

"I am aware that you are not from this world," She started, her tone clipped and nothing less than professional. "While I cannot guarantee you to be able to return to your land, there is the possibility that someone under my control may be able to help you."

"Here's the thing, no matter what you're going to promise I know it's all going to be bullshit in the end. You think I'm some idiot who's gonna believe in what you're saying?" She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. Although there was part of her that desired nothing more than to go back to her home, she had to remain realistic about her actual chances here. It was no good trying to convince herself with lies that would only drive to make her past the point of insanity.

"You're not the first smartass I've had to deal with and you certainly won't be the last. Regardless of whether you can return home, your sentence will be wiped so you have the chance to create a new life for yourself." She gritted her teeth, feeling her resolve slipping. She could not break so easily, not knowing whether she could even trust the words that this woman was saying.

"So I'll ask one more time, this is your final chance Miss Haruno. Will you agree to cooperate?" Deep down, she was aware of the inner Naruto pestering her in her mind. To not give up on the idealistic hope that he often preached. Hell, if the real blond was here with her, he would not have even hesitated in accepting the deal—no matter how small the chances were of getting home. Because somehow, even if she struggles to believe how he manages to pull it off, he always finds a way.

"If you break this deal, I'll make sure to find you and break your neck. Then bring you back just to kill you again." Sakura hoped to whatever God there was out there that she wasn't making a grave mistake here.

She already regretted her decision the moment she made it.

The following morning, she hardly slept a wink. Not because of anything related to nerves, but a combination of factors—her neighbours seemed to be hell bent on making sure they made as much noise as possible without getting in trouble. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a proper meal, let alone a small snack to keep her going as she barely managed to keep the slop that was served through her door from coming back again. Sakura couldn't comprehend how she slept on the mattress for however long she was even out for, if that's what it was supposed to be.

From the second the guards invaded her cell, ensured that the handcuffs were firmly attached and escorted her to the waiting vehicle outside the prison compound, the journey zapped by in a blur. Though, that's probably because she fell asleep more than a couple of times. When she snapped open her eyes, she could notice the guards sitting on either side of her tensing. As if they were anticipating that she would awake not as herself but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The blonde was the first to notice the new arrival, her eyes widened as she squealed. There was something about the way her eyes glinted, it was beyond the point of being manic. "Finally we get some fresh meat in this dump!"

"Lookie what we have here, a delicate little rose." A scruffy man hollered over, given by his tall stature he would easily tower over her as she noticed with badly veiled revulsion that his eyes roaming over her body appraisingly. "Are you sure you're at the right place, darlin'?"

"What is that supposed to be? A little snack for Croc?" Deadshot commented his observation with a raised eyebrow, evidently not impressed with what he was seeing. The scaled creature in question scoffed, his beady eyes scrutinised her from top to bottom with distain.

"She wouldn't even be an appetizer." He rumbled out before he lost interest in her like everyone else.

The pinkette felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, feeling an intense stare boring into her. She didn't have to look to know that it was coming from the direction of the heavily tattooed man sitting by himself. Though, it didn't last long as she suppressed the urge to sigh in relief once the initial interest quickly passed on.

"Hey, isn't that the girl who wreaked havoc in the city, caused a few earthquakes a few months back?"

"It could be, didn't she had pink hair or something?" The whispers flowed freely amongst the soldiers, subtle glances thrown in her general area.

"No, she's probably just some slut who's taking the rap for someone else." Another guard smirked, knowing full well she could hear him along with the other inmates who watched on in mild curiosity. Though Sakura merely brushed it off, it wasn't the worst thing that was indirectly said about her. Whatever rumours that were circulating about her, she already knew that it was pretty unbelievable once you got a good look at Sakura. She didn't seem like the type to possess such monstrous strength but she never failed to utilise the innocent façade that was practically being created for her, it only made the shocked reactions all the sweeter to see.

"You hear that, pinkie? You're a nobody here, hell you're the most likely to die in this mission because you're just a pathetic little girl thinking you're all that because you committed a crime." Although no-one moved to stop his train of verbal abuse, she could tell some of the men who travelled with her were trying to get him to shut up. But alas, idiots were always going to be dumb bastards. This guy was trying to rouse some kind of reaction from her, the coward who didn't have the balls to provoke her when he was sitting in the car with her.

"And she was calling for some dumbshit called Naruto in her sleep, what the fuck goes on in some people's heads when they name their kid I don't know. He's probably her pimp or something, or maybe that was Sasuke. She kept muttering lots of names, must be screwing them all—"

Suddenly, her patience snapped beyond its limit. She growled lowly, her jade orbs darkened until they neared a bottomless black. The pinkette ripped her handcuffs from her wrists, the metal device flying around in mismatched pieces. She didn't waste any time; her right fist was engulfed in a raging emerald as she flew towards the guard. He didn't even see it coming, by the time his face paled it was already too late to do anything.

The feeling as her fist collided with his face was beyond satisfying. She relished in the cracking sound as he was sent soaring backwards to the other side until his back smashed into the ground, causing cracks to spread across the concreted courtyard. A stunned silence was left as the dust eventually settled as the last couple of seconds started to process through their minds, that a petite girl with bubble-gum coloured hair could cause as much damage as she had just demonstrated.

"The next person who pisses me off, a concession is going to the last thing you'll have to worry about." She calmly stated, not missing a beat though her eyes spoke volumes of the promise. It took a few moments before the rest seemed to snap back into reality, as some of the soldiers went to tend to their fallen colleague.

No-one made a move to touch her however, the stench of fear was practically radiating from them. She couldn't understand the thrill she felt from the violence she had just inflicted, but merely brushed it to the back of her mind for further inspection later on. Sakura paid them no attention as she walked over to the rest of the inmates, her face not giving away the inner turmoil that was internally bubbling up inside of her. She was mustering up the energy to overpower the tidal waves of anger that were exuding from her form.

Harley couldn't contain herself—not that she ever did, but she digressed—as she practically launched herself at Sakura. However, in her rage induced state she did not catch everything that the blonde said, she got the general message of a job well done. If it was even possible, the man with the odd accent was staring at her brazenly and full of wonder, as if he was seeing something mythical for the first time. But if she had the chance to know what exactly he was thinking, she would have immediately passed.

The rest seemed to give her looks of something akin to respect, but she wasn't convinced. It was far too early to be gaining their trust in the least bit, they were all criminals in their own right. It was ironic that there were the group of individuals she found herself working against in her missions. She had no doubt that they would stab her in the back when they thought she left her guard down.

They dug into their boxes without any hesitation, being reunited with the items that helped to create their image as villains. Sakura glanced at the box which was must smaller than the others, though it wasn't like she could have anticipated packing for a spontaneous trip to some alternative universe. Releasing a short breath, she simply joined in as she opened the lid.

In less than a millisecond, she scowled. If she could go back in time just to strangle her past self for leaving these clothes behind for her, she wouldn't hesitate. Though, it wasn't like she was in a position to complain since they were the only pieces of clothing she owned here other than the hideous orange jumpsuit she was more than happy to discard. Taking a sweeping glance from the peripheral of her eye, she could see the other inmates were occupied for the time being. She nearly took a double-take at the sight of the blonde lady stripping without a single care in the world whilst the men in the area shamelessly ogled her.

It wasn't like they were going to stop with watching the show in favour of looking at her, plus she needed to take advantage of the distraction. Without wasting a precious second, she pulled the shirt over her head and replaced it with the black fishnet top with a vibrant multi-coloured rectangular shape sowed in at the top with "Beyond the Kawaii" printed. She had the to hold back the urge of gagging at the sheer cringe-worthy sentence by swapping the baggy pants for the demin shorts. The only redeemable thing about the whole outfit was that she still had her trusty knee length sandal boots. Whilst she was putting her weapons and scrolls into her pouch, feeling somewhat placated about having more than she expected to have.

"What's those papers for? Just in case you fancy drawing?" Harley tilted her head, popping her mallet on her shoulder as they walked over to the helicopter once they had been debriefed by Colonel Flag and Amanda Waller—the same woman who she had the displease of speaking to yesterday. Immediately her thoughts drew back to Sai, she never thought she would have ever admitted it but the thought made her smile slightly.

"Something like that," Was all she said, not feeling too comfortable about giving away too much information.

"Are you some kind of magician or an alien? That would explain your hair, unless its dyed like mine?" She continued to pile on the questions, much to the others' amusement since Sakura was very much like an open book when she didn't control her feelings as she tried to suppress a scowl.

"No, I'm a ninja. And this is my natural hair colour," She could already tell what the Aussie was going to ask next by the look on his face. "And if you ask me to prove it, I'll be more than happy to add another bruise to your face." To which, he merely held up his hands in surrender though the grin on his face spoke volumes.

"As much as finding out about pinkie has been an enthralling experience, she hasn't told us the basics like her name." Floyd raised an eyebrow at her, while the rest looked at her expectantly. They were probably all aware of the existence of each other not to mention they were well-established criminals, which would explain why they were brought together in the first place. Sakura, on the other hand, didn't even exist in this universe. She was just an outsider.

"To be fair, I don't even know any of your names." She shrugged her shoulders, to which she had instantly wished she had not mentioned in the first place. Of course, Harley was the first to jump straight into the introductions with the others reluctantly following her lead.

It was only when they stared bluntly at her that she supplied her name. "Haruno."

"That doesn't sound like a first name." The tattooed man, who she learned was called Diablo, had a soft voice. It only occurred to her the sheer resemblance Diablo had with Gaara, that neither of them possessed eyebrows. Upon that thought, she instantly quashed the urge to burst out laughing.

"That's because it isn't." She replied back sarcastically, moving faster to board the helicopter in an attempt to end the conversation. However, she found herself being gripped tightly on her arm by Harley who seemed to be in a world of her own yet refused to leave her go. She's not as air-headed as she comes across.

Sakura opted to sit at the end of the row, sitting on the other side of Floyd—who she knew wouldn't be bothered to ask her questions. If he was annoyed, he didn't make it obvious and that was acceptable to her. The less friendly she acted with these guys, the better. Once they were all seated, there seemed to be one more approaching. She blinked, noting it was a dark haired female.

With the amount of testosterone, it's certainly not a terrible thing. She mused to herself. It was only when she heard her native language that she snapped back to reality, missing the tension between the assassin and Harley. But before she knew it, she switched back without even thinking.

"Looks like we're stuck with these lunatics. If I lose my sanity like them, just do me a favour and kill me quickly." There was a moment of shock which quickly shifted into a slight quirk from the woman's lips, but otherwise gave no other indication that she heard.

With a satisfied nod, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Blissfully ignoring the looks that were exchanged over her head caused by the curiosity invoking pinkette.

A/N: I seriously can't tell you guys how weird it feels to be writing Sakura centric stories again, but when Suicide Squad came out I felt compelled to write something. Initally I wanted this to be a one-shot, as I didn't want to go through the plot of the SS film, but I may just post drabbles/imagines if you guys wanted anything in particular for me to write that includes Sakura! But I guess I'll see how it goes, I've also got a Harry Potter/Naruto crossover but set in the Marauder era if you guys wanted to see the first chapter or whatever, it's literally nowhere finished so it looks like a mess of mismatched drabbles at the moment.

Anyway, that's pretty much it from me! Hope you liked it!