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Suicide Squad Sleepover

Summary:

When the squad saved the world, Amanda let each of them have a luxury. This included Rick Flag. Once every few months, Rick and June host a squad sleepover, where there isn't much sleeping.

Notes:

I said I probably wouldn't write for this fandom again, but I couldn't help myself! And my last Suicide Squad fic is my most popular fic ever... So I'm back! I got this idea from a tumblr post, which I'll try and either link or post somewhere on here, I don't know, I'll figure it out. This is going to have three chapters, and I'll update in the next few days. This is set with an alternative ending where Joker has not yet busted Harley from prison and Diablo didn't die ;-;

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Chapter 1: Squad Sleepover

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Harley snuggled down deeper into her fluffy pillow, burrowing her face into the soft fabric with enough pressure to smear her scarlet lipstick against it. She couldn't get comfy. She couldn't sleep. She sighed. The bedroom was pitch black, safe for the thin curtains drenched by the pale moon light. Harley stared hard for any stirs or shifts in the bodies that laid on the floor by hers, before peering up onto the bed in the centre of the room, and watching for any movement there.

All seemed still.

She sat back onto her heels, pouting her lips as she threw the blanket up into the air, and let it settle on her head. She was very bored, and without any second thought, she scooted over, and laid beside Digger. She stared, and blinked only once or twice, their faces only a breath apart.

She waited.

Nothing.

So she promoted.

"Are you asleep?" She whispered to him, even with the hushed tone, she had her usual accent.

Digger didn't reply. He scrunched up his nose and twitched slightly, but that was about it.

Harley responded with an even bigger pout. "Hey, Boomerang?" She called. "I said, are you asleep?"

Digger exhaled heavily and drew his eyes open. "I am now." He muttered, rolling onto his back away from Harley's eager face.

"Good!" Harley squeaked, an excited grin playing on he lips. "What should we do?"

"Sleep." Digger responded with the hitch of his eyebrows. He settled down, eyes now shut.

Harley blinked. "No..." She whispered, leaning over him. She still had her blanket wrapped around her head. "Not good..."

Digger sighed heavily again, this time rolling onto the other side, away from Harley.

"So what are we going to do?" She prompted again, which earned her another growl from Digger and a sharp hiss from across the room.

"Harley! Be quiet!" Floyd scalded her harshly. Harley seemed ecstatic. She shuffled across to Floyd, crawling over Digger's body and avoiding Katana's sleeping form. She shuffled over on her knees, holding the blanket under her chin like a cape. She collapsed on the floor next to him. "No!" Floyd hissed. "Don't come over here an annoy me."

Harley wasn't phased. She smiled widely, staring up at the deadly gunslinger. "Wanna play?"

Floyd was silent for a moment, perhaps contemplating. "What kind of play we talking about here?" He spoke low as he looked at Harley from under his eye brows.

"You guys can't sleep either?" Chato offered some light, cradling a flame in his palm. His illustrated face glowed a pale orange.

Digger muttered some curse and say up. "Looks like we're having a midnight chat then." He said with a sickly sweet whisper.

"Good." Chato grumbled, also sitting up in his sleeping bag. "'Cause like, I've been thinking man, why are we all here, you know?" He enquired, glancing at the other sleepover awakees.

"You're here because I invited you for a sleepover." Rick Flag spoke harshly, but still quietly, as it seemed June, Croc and Katana were still asleep. "But we ain't doing much sleeping."

"Tell me about it." Digger agreed as he curled up in his sleeping bag, twitching his nose again as he shut his eyes.

Harley pulled the blanket off her head and sat up, letting it pool around her waist, revealing her neon pink pyjamas.

"They're bright..." Floyd commented, squinting slightly.

Harley smiled with praise, raising her shoulders up to her cheeks. "Thank you!" She spoke a little too louder, earning her a harsh shush from Rick.
"Hey, where are your pyjamas, Flag?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, her pigtails bouncing.

"I don't have any." Rick responded, pulling the duvet back over his body to avoid further comments on his tank top and boxers.

"Neither do I." Floyd added.

Harley furrowed her brow and looked from Rick to Floyd, and then from Rick to Floyd again. "Really?" She said with a squeak, before turning to Chato. "How about you, hot stuff?"

Chato shrugged. "I mean, I wouldn't wear this out..." He glanced down, at his attire, a tank top similar to Rick's, and a pair of sweatpants.

Harley nodded. "Close enough." She smiled at him, before turning her attention to Rick and Floyd. "You guys should invest in some." She stated matter of factly with a nod.

June rose up from her side of the bed, and rested her head on her hand. She blinked a few times to adjust to the light of the single flame still dancing in Diablo's palm. "I've been trying to tell him." She informed Harley.

"Smart woman." Harley pointed at both June and Rick, her face pulled to a serious, very un-Harley-like expression.

June smiled gently as she draped her arm over Rick's shoulder. "We'll go on a shopping trip."

"I love shopping!" Harley beamed. Her voice had rose to a volume that was a little too loud. "But I can't go..." She pouted. Floyd rested his hand soothingly on her thigh, and didn't say a word.

"Anata wa ima made ni kaimono ni iku koto ga monku o iimasen..." Katana spoke harshly, surprising the others.

"So you're awake." Floyd stated, unable to respond to her.

Katana chose their tongue to further scald them in. "Of course I am." She snapped. "I have been for a while. You won't shut up."

Digger dragged himself up as soon as Katana joined the conversation. "Yeah me too." He agreed before nudging Katana with he elbow and speaking lowly under his breath to her. "Can you believe these guys?"

Katana rolled her eyes and moved away from him slightly.

"Well. Seems like the sleep is official over." Floyd announced, before leaning forward to glance at the croc. "For all but one..."

The rest of the squad turned their attention to Waylon, who laid on his stomach in a light blue onesie. He growled with each ragged snore, but he was very much in deep sleep.

June reached over to a small lamp on the bedside cabinet, and clicked it to on. Almost as a cue for Chato to relinquish his flame. He closed his palm gently and shuffled a little closer to the group. "Well..." He prompted calmly, exchanging glances with the group. "What shall we do now?"

June shared a look with Rick, before shrugging as she made a suggestion. "What do people usually do at sleepovers?" She asked.

Harley grinned. "I know!" She flapped her hands excitedly, and her exclaim held everybody's attention. "I know exactly how to have a good sleepover!"