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"Thank you for coming to this meeting" Boomed the voice of a mature woman, sitting around a round table in one of the most lavish restaurants in Virginia "I assume you already know why I called upon you"
"Yes Strauss" Responded Gideon, sitting between Aaron and David "But I must say I'm not sure how we'll be able to convince the council to approve of your request"
"Leave that to me" Spoke Strauss "I've been planning this for years now, I already have the candidates for this team"
"If I may" Interrupted Aaron. "Before we speak further about this and approach the council with this request, I feel I must ask. Why do we need to make a team with Villains?" He asked "We already have the Justice League, the Teen Titans, we have them all. Why would this team be helpful?"
Erin raised her left eyebrow at the man before taking a sip of wine. She took a shirt sip, allowing the sweet elixir to fill her mouth before pulling the glass away from her lips, leaving a red lipstick stain on the rim as she sat the glass down.
"Imagine there's an invasion, and the Justice League go there to help and end up being killed. We would loose earth's strongest and best heroes and be left helpless" She leaned in "Or, let's think of something less extreme. Let's say there's a less threatening invasion at the same time as said previous invasion. While this new one is less threatening, people will still die from it; the Justice League won't be able to help us, as they will be dealing with the strongest threat, they will call for Young justice to help them, then Teen Titans, then anothee team, and another and another; and after some time. Nobody will protect earth from the weaker invasion."
She took a deep breath "There's a reason this is called the "Suicide Squad project", these losses won't matter. They're strong enough to handle big things, of course, they're no superman, but they can still hold their own. However, if they can't handle it, their deaths will give us time for the real help to arrive"
The three men nodded, interested in this idea.
"You said you already had your candidates." Spoke David Rossi. "May we see them?"
Strauss nodded and took her purse, taking out four folders full of files from it and handing three of them to agent Gideon, agent Hotchner and agent Rossi. The files had six different coloured tags to break off the members.
"Now gentlemen, open up your files and check out the first candidate. Jennifer Jareau, publicly known as Silver Banshee"
"Rosy come on!" Eleven year old JJ exclaimed, banging the door to the bathroom "Quit hogging the bathroom, I need to pee"
Her older sister, Rosaline had been spending a lot of time in the bathroom as of lately. Ever since she was found hooking up with the guidance counselor she had been depressed, probably because their parents had told her she wouldn't be allowed to see him again, calling him a pervert, a pedophile and a sick man, throwing words like grooming and abuse around. JJ had never been in a relationship before, as the boys in her class were as dumb as a chimpanzee and would cackle at the sound of a fart or the mention of the word penis, so she didn't really understand why she cared so much about a break up; especially since her friend's older sister always said break ups aren't a big deal and that people get over them quickly. But she also didn't understand why her parents overreacted so much to the relationship, as, according to the TV shows her and her friends saw when they were late into the night, when their parentd were asleep; students and teachers or faculty members dated quite a lot. Ro saline and their parents hadn't been talking, her parents insisted in sending her to therapy, but she refused. That had happened months ago and she was still giving their parents the cold shoulder.
"Rosaline come o-"
A sudden shiver shocked JJ to her core, a sudden feeling of despair hit her, a desire to scream and cry, something was wrong, she could feel it. She began kicking the door and yelling.
"ROSALINE OPEN THE DOOR" She cried, tears threatening to escape her eyes.
She would've called their dad, but their parents had gone out to buy groceries, so she was all by herself, as the grocery store was nearly forty minutes away. As JJ kicked and banged on the door, the feeling kept getting stronger and stronger. She had been so focused on the situation, she hadn't noticed her golden blonde hair become silver white, just like her skin, her eyes became sunken and her face became bony. With one last kick, the door flew open, and the feeling mixed with the scene she encountered, were enough to make her scream. Her sister layed in the bathtub, still wearing her clothes from the previous months, her wrist bloody and open as her hand held their dad's razor blade. JJ let out a wail, a wail so loud, that it destroyed the glasses in every house on the block, and destroyed the bathroom wall.
"She apparently inherited the gift from an ancestor, her sister's tragic death seemed to be the one to trigger it. She ran away after it, going after the guidance counselor that dated her sister, killing him by blowing his head up with her wails" Strauss explained. "She was a feared vigilante, her wails alerting her victims. She was an enemy of Black Canary, constantly fighting her to see who was the strongest. She was defeated by Black Canary and Green Arrow." She turned the page "Next up. Derek Morgan, also known as Deadshot"
"Listen Derek" His dad said, turning Derek's head towards him "I'll go in okay? Stay in the car, and hide. Call for reinforcement understand?"
"But dad-"
"No" His dad interrupted him "You stay right here, I'm not risking loosing you" And with that, he left the vehicle.
But before he could even speak, he was immediately shot in the chest. Morgan flinched and squeaked as the robber took off through the alleyway, without a second thought, Morgan ran out the car and towards his dad.
"It's okay son, it's okay, I'm okay" The man said, breathlessly "I'll be fine Derek don't worry"
Derek turned to the woman, who was screaming for help, then to his father, who was slowly bleeding out while still repeating the words "I'll be fine" And "It's okay". He then looked at his father's gun, laying next to him, Derek's eyes traveled towards the robber.
"Batman has just saved the day one more time" Spoke the host on the radio "A family of eight was saved from a hostage situation... "
The noise became background noise as Derek's anger took over, while Batman took photos and bathed in the attention, people were still suffering, but of course he didn't care. He took the gun next to his father, and shot at the robber, who was a very long distance from him. The first shot went through his stomach, the second one through his knee, the third one through his chest, and the last one through his skull.
"He became a mercenary" Strauss explained "However when Batman captured him in the middle of a day with his mother and sisters, he was peaceful and allowed him to arrest him"
"So he's the least aggressive one, as long as we know how to deal with him" Aaron spoke
"This one seems interesting" David Rossi said "Livewire, previously known as Penelope Garcia"
"Garcia, you've got to stop the party, there's a huge storm going on" Called the producer of Garcia's show.
Thunder and Lightning roared in the sky, the storm was clearly huge, to the point were the cops had been called to evacuate them.
"Why? Is just a little water, if you have enough money for a TV show, you have enough money for some umbrellas" Garcia ignored the man, attending her hot neon pink hair.
"No, you don't understand, this is considered the storm of the century-" A cop said, but was interrupted by Penelope.
"Then let's make this the party of the century to accompany it" She smiled "Turn on the cameras now, we've got a crowd to entertain" She said, grabbing the microphone.
Her producer sighed, but turned around and rolled his fingers.
"In three! Two! One!"
Penelope smiled before getting onto the stage.
"Hello everyone!" She called, giggling at the way her fans clapped for her "I also would be happy to see me" She joked "Thank you so much for arriving to the third year anniversary of my talk show "Write it down, G!"" She yelled, and the crowd went wild. "Today, we'll make this party the best party in history. Because guess what, the cops think just a little trickle will make me stop this party" The crowd booed "I know! That's why I say we tell them..." She pointed her microphone at the crowd.
"Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police!" Chanted the crowd.
"Yes! Fuck the police!" She joined in.
"Penelope" Called a voice from above.
Penelope turned around, finding Superman coming down from the sky.
"Oh well, if it isn't the man who wears a blanket as a cape and wears his underwear outside his pants" Penelope laughed.
"Penelope you must stop this party right now" Ordered Superman.
"Why? Are we up past our bedtime?"
"No, because this storm is way too dangerous"
"Ugh, why are you overreacting? It's just a little trickle"
Just as Penelope said that, a lightning hit a gazebo they had put up, setting in on fire. The crowd immediately began running frantically, trying to escape the fire and lightning. Penelope ran off, using Superman as a support to go around him, which turned out to be a bad idea, as she had stepped on a cable and hit by a lightning at the same time. Falling unconscious on Superman's arms. Her neon pink hair sporting streaks of electric blue, with some streaks of snow white hairs.
"The amount of electricity she received would've killed her, but since Superman conducted the electricity to her, ot gave her electrical and technological powers" Strauss explained.
"She was the hardest to capture" Gideon said.
"Until we dound someone harder to capture" Strauss added "Fellas, I present to you, the fourth member of the team"
"The Joker's boyfriend?" Asked Aaron Hotchner with a mix of shock and fear.
Erin ignored the man.
"Dr. Spencer Reid, publicly known as Harlequin"
"Damn Dr Reid-"
"Ah" Interrupted Spencer "Remember, once those doors open, I am Harlequin" He said.
At age 23, Dr Spencer Reid was famously known for being a genius, who graduated high school at 12 and went on to college at 13, with an IQ of 187 and the ability to read 20.000 words per minute; at his current age he had three PhDs and three BAs, and planned on going for higher numbers. He w as currently specializing in criminology, the way the minds of the worst criminals in the city worked. He had read every book that existed about their minds but he was better at learning from experience. So he decided to go undercover as a new inmate. Harlequin, a new criminal that had just came up, inspired by the number one criminal, Joker. He decided to dye his hair for it, as he needed to get in character, he dyed one half red and the other black, and used make up to make his skin look as pale as Joker's. He planned on making his character be a fan of Joker, almost like a devout follower, making his name Harlequin to match Joker.
"Well the doors are locked now" The guard pointed out "You ready?" He asked.
"Of course I'm ready" Spencer smiled.
The guards stood by his side, dragging him into the yard of the asylum where all the criminals were. Spencer recognized Joker from a mile away, known for never giving his real name or story, sometimes he was actually a comedian and husband and father that went insane after the murder of his family, other times he was a clown who suffered from depression and other disorders and who disfigured himself after a psychotic break, it was a mistery.
"Woo" Exclaimed one of the patients, double face "Fresh meat"
Spencer was let go, the guards quickly going back inside.
"Tell us, pretty boy, who are you?" Asked Deadshot, Spencer knew his real name was Derek Morgan
"Joe" Spencer said, in a childish vocie.
"That's it? No intricate name to showcase who you are? Just Joe?" Morgan asked.
"Joe Mama" Spencer giggled, throwing his head back.
He was aware of Deadshot's sensitivity when mentioning his family, especially his mom. So he knew that would tick him off. Deadshot threw his arm back and threw a punch at Spencer, who dodged it and moved behind Derek, grabbing the leg of the wooden table and breaking it off (As it was way too cheap) and using it as a bat to smash Derek's head. Leaving him unconscious.
The entire place went silent, except for a slow clap. Spencer turned around, finding the Joker grinning at him.
"A twisted and grotesque love bloomed between the two" Strauss said.
"The kid alone killed thousands of people" Aaron said. "I remember one time I arrested him, when I asked him why he had murdered a lawyer he just said " For funsies" In a childish voice"
"Indeed, he's crazier than Joker, and more reckless than him. Joker kills and hurts strategically, Harlequin on the other hand, is like a toddler with a machete" Strauss explained. "After falling in love with him, he murdered his boss and helped all the villains escape from the asylum. After some time, he became known as Harlequin."
"What about the final two?" Asked Gideon.
"Ah yes, Emily Prentiss, also known as Cheeta"
"Thank you so much for this opportunity miss Wonder Woman" The younger Emily Prentiss said, walking through the island of Themyscira "It's such an honor to be able to see the place where the strongest member of the Justice League was born"
"Oh, I wouldn't say strongest" Wonder woman said, shrugging off the nickname with a smile "We all have our strengths and weaknesses" She said, opening the door to the sanctuary that held all the ancient weapons "Now remember, look, don't touch"
"My hands will be frozen in my sides" Emily said, literally putting her hands glued to her sides, like a soldier.
"Oh you kids are hilarious" Wonder Woman laughed.
Emily caught the glimpse of a shimmer, and smiled wickedly, she had found what she came to look for. The God-Killer knife. With great speed she grabbed it, and before Wonder Woman could reach her, stabbed it through her chest and into her heart.
Visions of the Goddess of the haunt flashed through her eyes, the sounds of hundreds of animals boomed around her. A bright light formed in front of her, a cheeta coming out of it, the feline roared as it striked her, entering her body through the stab wound. Her body contorted in pain, fur began growing on her body, her ears changed from human to Cheetah, her nails turned black and grew into claws, her teeth became sharp and bigger, turning into fangs. With a loud roar that turned into a laugh, she took out the God-Killer knife.
"If you aren't the strongest member, then you shouldn't live. The strong must destroy the weak" She said, striking Wonder Woman.
"With the knife she became some sort of demigod, as powerful as Wonder Woman." Strauss spoke.
"What about Killer frost?" Asked Rossi.
"Elle Greenaway" Strauss spoke "Not a lot can be said, the name Killer Frost is a legacy, the first Killer Frost ever was documented in the 70s, then a new one in the 90s and lastly, Elle. Her parents were scientists, there's not a lot we can say about them, highly classified, running illegal and underground experiments, there are no documentations on how she became Killer Frost or why she did. She just is" She shrugged, completely cold to the fact that the woman had no history prior to her criminal life, no story, no trigger, nothing at all.
The three men looked at each other.
"Strauss, I know you said you wanted us to help you figure out how to present this idea to the council, but you're of higher rank than us. Why did you ask us and not someone else?" David asked.
"Simple" Strauss shrugged "You three will have the benefit of monitoring their missions"