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Before the movie could begin, Seven once again turned away from the screen—not toward the cast, but to the readers watching this story unfold from the outside.
"Okay, guys. "Real quick—I've seen a couple of comments asking which Suicide Squad movie this is. Some of you are clearly a little confused."
He raised a hand, palm out.
"This is James Gunn's The Suicide Squad. The one from the new DCU we will follow the new DCU nothing else
He gave a slight nod, then turned his back to the audience and returned to the cast, who were still getting comfortable in their seats.
Some of them were eyeing the screen cautiously, especially after seeing the title: The Suicide Squad.
"What kind of name is that…?" Tsuyu muttered under her breath.
"It sounds reckless," Yaoyorozu added, visibly uneasy. "Are we seriously about to watch a group like that?"
Despite their concerns, the screen remained black for a few moments longer. A soft hum filled the room, and then the sound of music began to play. It had an old-school rhythm—something upbeat and strangely catchy, though none of them recognized the song.
Then the picture appeared.
A man sat calmly in the center of what looked like an open-air prison cell—four tall concrete walls surrounded him on all sides, but there was no roof. either. Just an open square of sky above and four high walls boxing him in. His only company was a small red ball he bounced against the concrete.
The heroes stiffened immediately.
"Is this a prison break?" Snipe asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I really hope not," Present Mic muttered.
The students watched quietly. The visuals didn't exactly scream heroic, and the word "Suicide" in the title wasn't helping.
But on the villains' side? Interest was building fast.
"This is more like it," Dabi grinned.
Dust Man leaned forward with slight amusement, eyeing the isolated man on the screen. "Let's see how they pull this off…"
The man on-screen—long white hair, lean build, a relaxed demeanor—tossed the red ball lightly into the air before throwing it at one of the wall's corners.
The ball struck the first wall precisely on a X symbol, bounced sharply to the second, rebounded to the third—and then ricocheted right back toward him.
Without looking, he caught it one-handed.
The students let out a collective murmur of surprise.
"That was impressive," Kirishima said.
"It was precise," Tokoyami added with narrowed eyes. "Not random at all."
Ida adjusted his glasses. "His aim is remarkable. Almost like he has a quirk similar to Mr. Snipe's."
Ochaco frowned. "Wait don't tell me one of the villains have a civil quick Mr. Snipe.
"That's not exactly the same," Midoriya said, his analysis voice kicking in immediately. His eyes were locked on the screen.
"What do you mean?" Ochaco and Ida asked, now both looking at him.
"Well," Midoriya began, "Mr. Snipe's quirk allows his bullets to curve through the air. It's like they lock onto the target mid-flight. What we just saw isn't quite the same. This guy's ball changed direction after impact."
"So you're saying…" Ida prompted.
" I think his quirk allows him to change the direction of objects he throws through impact."
Those seated nearby, including Todoroki, Bakugo, and even Aizawa, nodded subtly at Midoriya's logic. It was a solid theory—and from what they could tell so far, accurate.
Behind his armored mask, Seven resisted the urge to burst out laughing.
They had no idea.
If they could see his face, they'd spot the grin already forming underneath.
"Oh, this is gonna be hilarious," he thought to himself. "Wait 'til they find out this guy doesn't have a quirk. Or any powers. And neither does most of the team."
He leaned back, watching the cast like a game show host waiting for the punchline to land.
The movie continued.
The man in the open-air prison cell sat still for a moment, the red ball bouncing idly in his hand. Then, his gaze shifted to something in the corner of the screen.
A small bird, perched innocently on the ledge of the wall.
Koda—who was watching with quiet focus—stiffened.
The others noticed the man stare at the bird with a look of amusement. His eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn't looking at the bird like it was a companion. He was aiming.
Koda's face twisted with panic. "No… don't—!" he suddenly cried out, standing from his seat.
But it was too late.
The man threw the ball—not randomly, but with brutal precision. It ricocheted across the walls, the floor, and then—
Thwack.
It hit the bird.
The soft body dropped, rolling slightly on the ground, and the ball gently bounced back toward the man. He extended his palm and caught it effortlessly, without even glancing.
The screen lingered on the lifeless bird for just a second too long.
Gasps spread through the students.
Eri covered her mouth and looked away, tears welling in her eyes. She wasn't used to this kind of cruelty. Kota fists were clenched, his face filled with quiet anger.
"That was completely unnecessary…" Yaoyorozu whispered, disturbed.
"He killed it just for fun," Uraraka said in disbelief.
The students were shocked, even disgusted.
The villains, however, barely reacted. And the pro heroes?
They mostly sighed.
"That's villains for you," Snipe muttered. "Nothing new."
"Cruel and bored," Aizawa added flatly.
On-screen, the man casually rubbed the blood off the ball using the leg of his prison pants, as if wiping dirt off a shoe. Then, without warning, the camera panned up.
A door had opened behind him.
A woman stood in the entrance—tall, powerful in presence, with sharp eyes and short black hair. She wore a black suit and didn't bother to introduce herself.
The man looked over his shoulder, then finally spoke.
"Got another 15?"
It was the first time they'd heard his voice.
The cast wasn't shocked by his sentence—but by something else entirely.
"Wait…" Kaminari blinked. "Was that… English?"
"They're speaking English," Jirou confirmed, leaning forward.
"I understood that perfectly," Yaoyorozu said, confused.
"But I don't even know English," Mina added.
"How… how did I understand that?" Aizawa muttered aloud, clearly unsettled.
President Mic, who was sitting beside him, tilted his head. "What do you mean 'understood' present Mike is the only one who didn't notice because he already can understand English."
Before the confusion could spiral any further, Seven spoke casually, not even turning his head.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention—I made it so you all understand English. But only while you're here."
That cleared things up instantly. Everyone calmed down and returned their attention to the screen, now more curious than ever about the woman who had just appeared.
The woman responded to the man, coolly.
"Not today, you won't. You're up."
The man turned to face her fully, eyes locking onto hers. He understood exactly what she meant, even if the cast didn't. There was a silent understanding between them—an implication of something bigger.
Before they could ask what was going on, the scene shifted again.
Now, the man and the woman were walking through a new part of the prison—this one more clinical, like a lab crossed with an armory.
"You know the deal," the woman said. "Complete the mission, get ten years off your sentence."
"WAIT, WHAT?!" several voices in the room screamed at once.
The cast was stunned.
"What kind of deal is that?" Tokoyami said.
"They're using prisoners for missions?" Iida asked, horrified.
Before anyone could ask more questions, the movie pressed forward—no pause, no chance to catch up.
Another scene.
The same man now sat in a sterile room, surrounded by a few doctors.
"If you fail to follow my orders in any way…" the woman's voice echoed, "…I will activate the explosive device implanted in the base of your skull."
The camera zoomed in.
One of the doctors was calmly inserting a small, round bomb into the back of the man's head.
The entire room—heroes, students, even some villains—tensed.
Eri whimpered again, and even Bakugo looked disturbed.
All Might stood suddenly, unable to stay silent.
"Stop this—right now!" he shouted, voice sharp and firm, directed straight at Seven.
Seven turned his head lazily from the side of the room.
"What is it now?" he asked, completely unfazed.
"What is this?" All Might asked, rising slightly from his seat. His voice was no longer calm—it was demanding, firm. "Why are they using villains for a mission? And what government is behind this?"
Seven didn't answer immediately.
Instead, a faint, deadly aura radiated from him. It wasn't dramatic or explosive—it was subtle, but oppressive. Everyone in the room, from students to teachers to villains, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure. A choking weight.
Even All Might stepped back, his instincts taking over despite his weakened state.
"First of all," Seven said coldly, "never talk to me like that again."
The room stayed dead silent.
"Second," he continued, his tone now returning to casual, "the superheroes in this universe don't work for the government like yours do."
That revelation made several people jolt.
"Wait," Yaoyorozu said, stunned, "are you saying all the heroes in their world are—"
"Vigilantes?" Aizawa finished, narrowing his eyes.
Seven gave a small shrug. "Yes… technically, they're vigilantes. But not really. It's complicated."
He waved a hand dismissively. "I don't need to explain it. You'll start seeing more examples of how superheroes work in this world soon enough. Trust me—it's not black and white."
The cast exchanged glances—most of the students uneasy, some of the villains intrigued. A few of the pro heroes were clearly taking mental notes.
So unlike the government who could use heroes for stuff they want, they have to use underhanded me like using villains
"As for which government is behind this?" Seven added, casually turning away again. "You'll find out soon."
The movie continued.
The woman and the white-haired man walked down a hallway lined with guards. As they approached a set of doors, a voice echoed from up ahead.
"Savant!"
The cast heard the name called out loud, and Midoriya's eyes lit up.
He flipped open the notebook he found at his seat—identical to the ones everyone else had, though he was one of the few actively using his—and quickly jotted down the name.
"Savant… white hair… precision," he muttered to himself.
The woman's sharp voice continued as she addressed him, her tone commanding. "Your commanding officer will be Colonel Rick Flag."
or would you prefer I call you 'durlin'?"
Some people in the room chuckled at the absurdity of it.
"durlin? That's his name?" Kaminari snorted.
"That's barely threatening," Jirou said.
"I've heard scarier names in art class," Mineta muttered.
On screen, Savant replied dryly, "I'd rather not be called anything. But I'll do anything to get out of this hellhole."
That sentence reminded everyone of the earlier exchange—a mission in exchange for reduced prison time. The moment hung heavy in the room.
And before anyone could voice the obvious question—"Why are they even getting their sentences reduced?"—Seven spoke up again.
"I'll explain that later," he said calmly. "For now… just watch."
On screen, Savant gave the woman a sideways glance before stepping through another door.
The scene shifted.
Now, Savant was stepping out of a heavily armored transport truck, flanked by armed guards and walking across a secured military base. Colonel Rick Flag was beside him, greeting him with a nod.
"Welcome to anything," Rick said with a smirk.
"So this is the famous Suicide Squad," Savant muttered.
That moment clicked.
The entire room now understood.
The Suicide Squad was a government task force.
Not a villain team.
Not a chaotic gang.
A government-operated black ops team made up of villains doing missions in exchange for freedom.
The League of Villains groaned.
"So they're not even real villains?" Dabi scoffed.
"Lame," Spinner muttered.
But Dust Man… he remained thoughtful. If the government was recruiting villains for missions like this, then this world's definition of villainy was different. Maybe too different.
Principal Nezu, watching carefully, spoke quietly to himself.
"So it's America," he whispered, noting the imagery—the American flag, the military base, the accents. "This is troubling…"
He had suspected it, but seeing Task Force X tied to a world superpower confirmed his concern. Even if something similar existed in their world, U.A. would have no jurisdiction over an international government like this.
Back on screen, Rick Flag continued walking Savant through the base.
"We find the name a little degrading," Rick said. "The official term is Task Force X."
Midoriya quickly scribbled that into his notebook.
"Official name: Task Force X."
The scene continued with brief, almost montage-like glimpses of the rest of the team. Each one was introduced quickly—snapshots of different strange individuals lining up. Some caught more attention than others.
Then… they noticed Weasel.
Everyone stared.
"What… is that?" Sero said.
The weasel-creature walked strangely, eyes wide and tongue out.
"Why's he moving like that?" Mina asked, weirded out.
"Is he rabid?" Jirou questioned.
"I think he's drunk," Shoji added, unsure.
Everyone was so baffled by Weasel's existence that they barely processed Rick beginning to list names aloud as the camera panned past the squad walking in front of a massive American flag.
"Captain Boomerang. Blackguard. Mongal. Javelin. TDK. Weasel…"
Each name landed awkwardly, causing new waves of doubt.
"None of these sound remotely threatening," Bakugo growled.
"Javelin?" Uraraka blinked.
"They sound like joke names," Ojiro admitted.
your name is tail man and some of your classmates are named pinky creati and Froppy
So none of you have rights to judge their names and some of them are actually great and iconic seven defended them
hearing sevens argument and reminded them of their names made them embarrassed and realise they are seriously in the same boat with a lot of of them having not so great names and some of them are really childish and they all forgot entirely about what they said towards their names
But Midoriya, as always, dutifully recorded them all in his notebook. Name, look, impression. He wasn't going to miss anything.
Finally, the scene transitioned again—cutting before the last name was revealed.
They were now on a military aircraft, the squad seated inside. The last person stepped forward—a woman dressed in red and black, her skin unnaturally pale, with dyed pigtails and a dazzling, dangerous aura.
She was… beautiful.
Too beautiful, in fact.
Several people in the theater felt their cheeks warm.
"…Who is she?" Kaminari asked, almost in awe.
"She's gorgeous…" whispered Mina.
Then she opened her mouth.
"Hey guys—I had to take a number two."
The room fell silent.
The energy died instantly.
"…Never mind," Mina said, face scrunching.
"I felt that in my soul," Aoyama said in horror.
Just as the awkwardness peaked, a giggle burst out from the villain side of the room.
Toga.
She clutched her sides, laughing loudly. "I love her already!"
Everyone stared at her.
She didn't care.
Toga didn't know why, but the second she saw the woman—saw the smile, the chaos in her eyes—she felt something spark in her chest. Something… real.
She didn't realize it yet.
But for the first time in her life—
Toga had started to fall for someone.
And her name… was Harley Quinn.
(wow the first part we covered three minutes Better than I expected, but hey, I'm gonna at least try to post once a A day or at least once everyone to 2 days but this will take long to cover)