DISCLAIMER: Sadly? I wasn't smart enough to think of something as brilliant as Suicide Squad or anything affiliated with D.C. Universe brand, therefore I don't own it. Sigh* I do however, own any character I create within this story.

Chapter 1. The Killing Joke

"…Can't let it bring us down..My life with you means everything..So I won't give up that easily.." –Chris Daughtry (it's not over)

*Present Day*

Pain.

All she felt was pain.

Pain was the only thing that made sense at the moment, so she embraced it fully. Her body convulsed violently, the electrocution coursing through her veins, as her body collapsed onto the concrete floor below her.

Pain.

Currently, it was all she knew.

It was the same thing, every damn day.

Pain.

Sleep.

Pain.

Food.

Pain.

How she was still alive? She blamed it on sheer defiance, living just to do the opposite of what the world wanted. The world wanted her dead, so she lived. They wanted her quiet and reserved, So she was loud and moved carefree.

In a black and white world, she was an explosion of color. Like a never ending joke, she was the punch line, however this time, the joke wasn't funny.

This time, The joke was on her.

Quite frankly, she was getting rather bored with the same routine. This pain wasn't what she was used to, it wasn't the pain she enjoyed, the pain her body craved.

"Ahhhh..fuck!" she mumbled painfully as the electrocution shot through her like liquid fire.

Her muscles clenched as the held the juice on longer than normal, her recent misconduct the reason for the onslaught of her torture. Her body shook violently as she convulsed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She knew she couldn't take any more of this, she could feel herself giving up.

'Because you are WEAK! Always have been..Useless, worthless!'

A voice whispered in her mind, drowning out the sounds of her limbs flailing around her. She wondered numbly at how stupid she looked, like a fish out of water.

If it wasn't for her current state, she would have laughed.

She coughed, and a red liquid dripped from her nose. She knew from the coppery taste and smell that it was blood. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to fight for her vision as the cell bars danced around violently, making her dizzy.

Her body still convulsing, she wondered how much more shocks it would take to fry her brain, effectively killing her. One more shock, an maybe..just maybe, this would all be over, she would be free..

'How pathetic'

She cringed mentally.

So this is what she was reduced to?

Was this her legacy? Begging for death at the hands of strangers?

Abandoned, to be tortured by some pompous hypocrites with a false since of justice having their way with her?

'If daddy were here, he'd slap me silly' She smiled inwardly.

Scowling inwardly, she contemplated her death at his..No, THEIR hands. It would have been beautiful, she was sure. Full of passion and fashion. She smirked.

She imagined those pale strong hands wrapping around her throat, those icy blue, cold, unforgiving eyes watching as the life slowly drained from her. She imagined the smile on his face, the pleasure. She imagined the equally pale, but beautiful busty blonde on his side, as always, cheering him on, breast bouncing as she clapped her hands in a cheerleader fashion.

Oddly enough, she could feel herself getting aroused with just the thought.

She groaned inwardly. God, how long had she been here?!

Days?

Months?

Years?

Hell, it felt like eternity.

Groaning, she slowly closed her eyes, basking in the silence that now adorned her cell. It was then, when the halls were quiet and the voices were silent they would come.

It was then where she could hear them..Feel them even.

She could see it now, her king standing in front of her, a furious expression in his eyes that would burn her alive as he prepared to punish her.

'That's right babydoll, I'd slap that pretty face until you were black and blue'

An animalistic growl ripped through her mind, So powerful, so loud, that she gasped, feeling her body reacting to the familiar sound.

'Come on now Puddin! You know she's just being dramatic as USUAL! She knows that the only sweet release she's getting is from OUR wicked hands! Her death belongs to US!" A heavy Brooklyn accent whispered excitedly through her chaotic mind.

Almost immediately, tears welled up around her eyes at the familiar sweet sound of feminine giggles resonating in her head.

Unconsciously, her fingers went to the crevice of her breast, where the heart shaped tattoo engraved with 'Property Of H&J' in extravagant cursive letters lie. She caressed it lovingly, tracing over the H&J as if they would disappear, as they did.

Another vicious growl ripped through thoughts.

She squeezed her shut eyes tighter.

'PRINCESS! Now now! you know better than to cry in front of the enemy! You know the rules! Only Puddin gets to drink those delicious tears!'

Her queen's voice was like a sad melody in her mind. She whimpered, biting her lip to keep her sacred tears from falling. She could swear she could see her standing there with a beautiful but childish smile on her face as she tended to her wounds. She could almost feel soft, cold hands cupping her face in mock chastisement as she wiped away her tears.

Her eyes snapped open, blinking the tears away. The voice was right.

Only HE could see her tears.

Only HE could initiate them, wipe them away, drown in the sorrow from them.

'That's my girl..' a deep voice purred seductively, making her head spin.

'Only you daddy..' She smiled, ignoring how her skin tingled, signifying that her body was returning back to normal.

Trembling, she stood up, walking towards her makeshift ropes she fabricated from the sheets of her 'bed.' Caressing them lovingly, as she remembered hanging from the ceiling of her home, her castle. She briefly thought of the day she took up gymnastics, with her.

She glanced at her bed, rolling her eyes.

Bed? She scoffed.

This was a bed for peasants! Not fit for a Princess at all.

If her daddy could see this, heads would roll! She giggled slightly at the thought.

And yet..

'And yet..here you are tossed aside! Afraid. Used! Broken! Like an old toy! You're not good enough to wear that crown! Why else would they abandon you? They don't care about you, you're unworthy! ' The voice was cold and unforgiving.

She giggled.

She laughed.

Then, a full fledged cackle. So raw, so deadly, it sent chills down the spines of the heavily armored guards.

She laughed until her vision swam again, her head pounding from the ongoing abuse. She laughed, because he taught her never to cry, never to let them see you're hurting, to never ever show weakness.

And she will be damned if she went against the Kings wishes.

So she laughed, knowing to the guards she would seem crazy, but to them they knew she was breaking.

Behind her, she heard footsteps closing in to her position and she turned, preparing herself for the pain.

Surprisingly, it didn't come this time.

"Hiya sweetness! Now, are you gonna behave this time? Or am I gonna have to fry your sexy ass like a well done steak?" Griggs, or so she got from his worn down name tag, sneered at her.

She turned slowly as she halted her laughter, smiling at him seductively. He watched as she swayed her hips as she approached, seductively prowling towards him, her emerald eyes drawing him in with ease.

He bit back a groan.

"God I love you..Now listen up hot stuff, you're having a visitor today, so that means you must be on your best behavior..." His eyes lidded over with lust as she slowly licked the metal bar, laughing as she realized her power over him.

He scowled.

"Now, that means no hanging from the ceilings, no lashing out, and no profanity. You will be respectful and only speak when spoken to. Is that Understood?"

A hyena like cackle was his response.

"Can you repeat all that? I didn't quite hear you" she grinned.

He glared at her. All playfulness gone.

"Listen here bitch.. If you get me in trouble I'll make sure they fry your ass into November" His tone promising, he waited for her response. She took in his slip carefully, realizing just how long she had been held here.

Ah, so that must mean it was October?

That would make it eight months.

Eight fucking months in this shithole.

Smiling, she held up a single tattooed finger beckoning him to come closer, her sexuality screaming at him, making it nearly impossible to ignore.

And like a moth to the flame, he obeyed.

"Whatever you say..Griggs" She laughed as he jumped back, a wad of bloody saliva smacking him hard across the face.

She stood with her back to him, preparing herself for the worst. A sliver of hope that maybe, maybe this time, she had crossed the line, and he was going to kill her. To finally rid her of this pain, not just physically but mentally as well.

She laughed rudely, praying that he would end it all and give her the sweet release she was seeking.

'Ha! As if I'd let you could get away from us so easily! As I've told you before princess, you BELONG to us. Now stop sulking and kill him!' A Brooklyn accent all but screamed in her ear, forcing her to face Gibbs once more. She watched as he scrambled for his walkie talkie clumsily.

"FRY that bitch! And make sure it hurts!" He screamed into his walkie talkie.

Forgetting she was in a cell, she charged at him wildly, knocking herself out cold as her bed connected with the bars with a loud 'clunk!' as her body hit the floor harshly.

Her body convulsed as they electrocuted her, not caring they were shocking her while unconscious, knowing full well her body would still feel the punishment.

Griggs glared as foam began to leak from her mouth, and he waved his hands up harshly, signaling them to cease the actions. He spat in her direction, disgusted and somewhat embarrassed that he put himself in a position to get spat on.

"That's enough boys, we ain't trying to get fired over this Bitch" he spat vehemently as he wiped her spit from his face. If he had his way, he'd just shoot the Bitch and be done with it all.

But apparently, the Bitch was needed.

He eyed her hungrily, watching the rise and fall of her chest once her body stopped convulsing.

She was pretty, but to him, if it weren't for the dominating tattoos covering eighty percent of her deliciously toned body she'd be beautiful; He'd be a fool not to admit. Suddenly she growled low, making him jump visibly.

"All that beauty wrapped up in all that crazy!" he frowned, shaking his head.

His eyes traveled to her makeshift ropes in her cell, making his mind wander into more inappropriate territory, thinking of just how flexible the little bitch really was.

His cock twitched in anticipation. Maybe he could make the bitch pay in a different way. Delivering punishment didn't necessarily mean it didn't have to be fun for him.

His cock twitched again as he imagined the different ways he could fold the little bitch like a pretzel.

He smiled at her sleeping figure.

"Ohh just you wait sweetness, we are gonna have loads of fun!"