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The movie continued.
"Hi, Rick," Harley greeted casually, flashing a bright smile as she strolled past Colonel Rick Flag aboard the plane. He barely responded, offering nothing more than a glance. But Harley didn't seem to care in the slightest—she just kept walking, humming under her breath.
"Hey, Boomer!" she called, her tone light and playful as she turned toward Captain Boomerang. "What are you doing back in prison, Harls?"
That line caught the attention of a few people watching.
"She was out of prison before this?" one of the Class 1-B students whispered, glancing toward their homeroom teacher.
Vlad King shifted uncomfortably.
He didn't have an answer for them—especially with everything surrounding this so-called Suicide Squad and the mysterious way Harley was speaking to Flag. It was clear they had a history, and it's most definitely have to do with the suicide squad but how much of one? Why had she been free before—and why was she back?
He remained silent, choosing to observe.
The students, picking up on the mood, kept watching too.
"I got road rage in a bank," Harley replied, swinging her bag around in an exaggerated motion. In doing so, she accidentally clipped Savant in the shoulder with her bag.
"Oh—sorry! Comin' through," she added with a grin, completely unfazed.
Toga giggled again, watching Harley's antics with wide, fascinated eyes.
Her best friend, Twice, nudged her lightly. "What's up, Toga? Did you already find your favorite She sucks
Toga replied casually, still smiling. "Yes. I think I did."
But it wasn't her usual smile—the sharp, manic grin they'd all come to associate with her. This time… it was different. Subtle. Softer. A real, genuine smile of happiness, the kind no one on the League side had ever seen from her before. While it might have looked the same to outsiders, her teammates could feel the difference.
For a moment, Toga didn't look like a villain.
She just looked like a girl who had found someone she understood.
The aircraft continued to soar into the sky, and the scene transitioned.
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The next shot revealed a busy office room—government agents huddled around files and paper, watching the squad's progress while murmuring to each other. Their tones were casual, even bored, as they discussed the profiles of the team.
Midoriya's eyes flicked between the screens and the people speaking, narrowing slightly as one of the men mentioned Mongal.
"Is she… some kind of alien?" he muttered under his breath. "Or maybe a G…"
(Author's Note: I'm not comfortable using the word 'God' casually, so I'll be writing it as 'G'. I don't mind if others use it in fiction, I just prefer to avoid it personally.)
The idea caught Midoriya off guard, but without context, he shook it off. Maybe they were speaking metaphorically. Still, he made a note of it mentally while everyone else was focused on something far more disturbing.
The betting.
Laughter. Quiet chatter. Stacks of cash being passed around.
One of the agents marked down a name, grinning.
They were placing bets—on who would die.
The cast froze.
"Are they… gambling on their deaths?" Yaoyorozu asked, horrified.
"That's disgraceful!" Iida shouted, immediately chopping his hand down in indignation. "How can anyone treat lives like this?!"
Even some of the pro heroes looked disgusted.
Phantom Thief's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed in thought. "Wait… this sounds familiar," he muttered.
He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking harder, then snapped his fingers. "I remember now. This is called a Dead Pool, isn't it?"
The name drew attention. Several students turned toward him, shocked.
"It has a name?!" Mina asked.
"You know about this?" Jirou added, raising a brow.
Thankfully, Phantom Thief caught their reactions and immediately explained, "I just heard about it once. It's something that's rarely done in military circles. I don't know the full details."
That didn't do much to calm the unease in the room.
Real Steel frowned. "Why would the military do something like that?"
Another voice answered quietly—Detective Sukauchi.
"It's not common. And it's not quite the same as what they're doing here," he said calmly. "In rare cases during wartime, soldiers would each put money in a shared pool. Whoever survived… took the winnings."
The room went quiet for a moment.
"That's more of a morale trick," Sukauchi continued. "A way to cope. It's not official, and it's nothing like… this."
The students slowly nodded. They understood it now—but that didn't make it any easier to stomach.
The casual cruelty of the people in charge of this mission—the total indifference to the lives of the team—was disturbing. These weren't cheering fans. They were bureaucrats… betting on corpses.
The laughter and money shuffling abruptly stopped when the doors opened, and the woman from earlier—Amanda Waller—walked into the room.
Instantly, the atmosphere changed.
Every agent snapped back to their stations, dropping the jokes and straightening up. Waller didn't yell or bark orders—she didn't need to. Her presence alone was enough.
She noticed the tension in the room.
She noticed the panic in their faces.
And she knew exactly what they'd been doing.
But she said nothing. Just let the silence stretch.
Then, without a change in tone, she turned around and reached for the radio.
"Flag," she said. "Get the whole team to the beach, Colonel. You'll receive further orders once you're there."
Finally, the cast got a hint of where the squad was heading.
It wasn't exactly helpful—there were countless beaches in the world—but at least they had a starting point. From there, they could potentially figure it out.
The scene changed to show the squad sitting in their seats. Captain Boomerang was making exaggerated faces toward the front of the plane.
Spinner chuckled. "Twice, he's acting like you whenever you talk back to yourself."
Twice noticed it too. "Yeah… he kinda looks like me. he's ugly," Twice said with a grin.
On the screen, Savant didn't react at all to Boomerang's antics, which only made Boomerang chuckle to himself.
"We're in a butcher's freezer, Harls. They just don't know it yet," Boomerang said.
Everyone in the theater frowned at the sudden negativity. From what they'd seen so far, Boomerang didn't seem like the type to say something like that without reason.
A few of the sharper minds in the room finally caught on. They were starting to understand why Task Force X was nicknamed The Suicide Squad.
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The movie continued.
"Leave them alone, Boomer," Harley said lightly in response to his comment.
Javelin glanced toward TDK. "What does TDK stand for?"
"What?" TDK replied.
"Your name is TDK, correct?" Javelin pressed.
"Yeah."
"And it stands for… what?" Javelin asked.
"It stands for me. It's what my name is," TDK answered.
"Your name is letters?" Javelin said, confused.
"All names are letters, dickhead," Captain boomerang shot back.
A few people in the theater sighed at the stupidity of the exchange, but some were now genuinely curious about what his name actually stood for.
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Kaminari coughed. "Is this guy serious? Why doesn't he get that TDK is his name?"
Some of his friends turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"What are we talking about?" Mineta asked.
"I'm just saying—why doesn't he get his name is TDK?" Kaminari repeated.
Mineta stared at him blankly. "…Okay, I feel like I shouldn't ask this, but I think I need to—do you actually believe his name is TDK?"
"Yeah! They literally said that! Are you acting like it's not his villain name?" Kaminari said, looking defensive.
The room went silent for a beat.
Then everyone's jaws dropped in unison.
Earphone Jack stared at him in disbelief. "…Dude, you know his name is just shortened, right?"
Kaminari looked mildly offended. "Do you think I'm stupid? I obviously know that."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief—
—until Kaminari added, "It's shortened, like Art is short for Arthur."
Instantly, the entire room facepalmed.
"YOU STUPID MORON! THAT'S NOT IT!" Bakugo roared so loudly that everyone clapped their hands over their ears. "TDK IS THE FIRST THREE LETTERS OF A NAME WITH THREE WORDS!"
"Goddammit, you could've just said that instead of yelling," Kaminari muttered, only to immediately get smacked with a vine.
"Don't say the Lord's name in vain," Vine scolded.
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "I should seriously make them study harder when we get back…"
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The group turned their attention back to the screen.
Javelin turned to Harley. "I love your accent she said."
"All American women love accents," javelin said with a grin.
"We do, because we got none."
Lizard turned to Pony. "Is that true?"
"Well… I don't know about Harley's exact comment," Pony admitted, "but some accents are definitely considered attractive in America."
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Back on the screen, Weasel made a series of strange noises, drawing attention to himself.
"What kind of dog is this?" Blackguard asked.
"A dog? What kind of dog do you think it is, mate?" Boomerang replied, his tone mocking.
The cast blinked in confusion. "Why are they calling Weasel a dog?" one of the students asked.
"They're not… discriminating against him, are they?" Spinner asked bluntly, his voice sharp.
He would be disappointed if they are because he really started to like Captain boomerang and Harley
Seven shook his head. "No, they aren't. And Weasel… is just Weasel."
The cast exchanged puzzled looks.
Seven elaborated, "Weasel isn't a human with animal features. He's an animal—with human features."
Understanding dawned across the group.
And honestly, they weren't all that shocked—especially considering that Principal Nezu himself was an animal with a quirk.
Back to the movie.
Blackguard responded to Boomerang's mocking words.
"I don't know, I'm not familiar with all the breeds… I bet it's an African hound."
TDK tilted his head. "Since when do African hounds have bloody thumbs?"
Are they seriously talking about this? the heroes thought to themselves, collectively unimpressed.
"Scar…" Endeavor muttered to himself. "These people could really be counted as villains."
On the other hand, the League of Villains felt a strange sense of nostalgia. This kind of ridiculous conversation reminded them of the time they'd gone out to kill that bigoted group of racists—they'd had almost the same type of nonsense banter on the way there.
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Back on screen, Harley's eyes widened.
"Oh my God, is it a werewolf? I've wanted to meet a werewolf since forever!"
"OH MY GOD, AM I GONNA TURN INTO A WEREWOLF?!" Blackguard shouted, panic all over his face while the rest of the squad laughed at him.
The heroes grimaced even more. Yeah… they definitely can't be called villains, many of them thought.
In the League of Villains, however, this scene only solidified the déjà vu—they'd been here before, figuratively speaking.
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On screen, Rick Flag stepped in, holding up a hand.
"Calm down. He's not a werewolf. He's a weasel. He's harmless. Well… he's not harmless—he did kill twenty-seven children, but, you know… we got him to… I think he agreed to do this."
The moment those words landed, everyone in the theater froze.
Twenty-seven children.
The entire group—heroes, students, even some villains—reacted instantly.
Little kids in the theater shrank back in fear, now seeing Weasel as something far more terrifying. Mirio and Midoriya both moved to calm Eri, speaking gently until she buried her face against them. The Pussycats worked quickly to soothe Kota, who was visibly shaken.
The students were a mix of anger and confusion.
Iida, more fired up than they'd ever seen him, was chopping his hand furiously and lecturing louder than before—this time at the people in charge of the Suicide Squad.
"I understand you are using villains, but giving a child murderer a chance to lower his sentence is utterly unacceptable!"
"Look at that stupid class president—too emotional to understand anything," Phantom Thief mocked from Class 1-B, his tone as irritating as ever.
Battle Fist swung at him instantly, intending to shut him up—but the theater's automatic defenses triggered. The blow bounced back, knocking her flat instead. She hit the ground with a thud, groaned, and got back up quickly, glaring.
Iida turned to glare at Phantom Thief.
"Why are you mocking us right now—especially when it comes to such a serious matter as Weasel's crime? Do you think it's something that doesn't matter?"
"No, the crime does matter," Phantom Thief replied evenly. "But the fact that you're blaming Weasel doesn't really matter."
That made Iida and the rest of the students pause in confusion.
Phantom Thief sighed. "Did you already forget? Seven already explained—Weasel is an animal with human features. He isn't a human who committed a crime. He's an animal, following its instincts. We can't force morality on animals."
His words settled over the group. It wasn't an easy point to accept, but it wasn't wrong either. You couldn't expect an animal to follow human laws.
Some of the teachers were quietly impressed at how calmly Phantom Thief had judged the situation.
Once everyone managed to collect their thoughts, the movie continued.
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"Whatever the case, everyone gets in position to drop," Rick Flag ordered.
The plane tilted slightly as it drew closer to the water. The squad began readying themselves—one by one—for the jump.
Seven turned around to the readers.
"OK guys, so you just want to say this real quick—we already know that the events of The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker Season One are not 100% canon. There will be some differences. I will be covering the movie and the first season like normal, but when something is later confirmed to not be canon, they'll just forget it, like my avatar erased their memories or altered the events. It doesn't really matter."
"So yeah, they'll be watching the movie like normal, and they'll adapt to the changes even if they're big. For example, three major changes I'm 100% sure about—and these are that Boomerang survived, the thinker survived, and Starro survived. Why? Because Boomerang's one of the most iconic members of the Flash's rogues gallery. They can't just kill him off before the Flash even shows up. And if the Flash TV show is correct—and they don't pull some Arrow-style nonsense—then the Thinker is also one of Flash's villains.
And Starro? Must've been defeated by the Suicide Squad capturing it… or maybe they never even fought him and it was another kaiju, like the one we saw in Superman, that they killed. After all, Starro was the first villain the Justice League ever fought. No way they'd kill him off this early.
Anyways, let's go back to the movie."
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The movie continued. They all jumped out of the plane, one after another, landing in the water. The last one was Weasel, who belly-flopped hard into the waves.
Almost immediately, he started thrashing wildly.
"…Did anyone check if the weasel can swim?"
The scene cut to the monitoring room. The woman in charge slowly turned her head toward the fat, bearded employee sitting next to her.
He met her cold stare for all of one second before looking away like a guilty child caught stealing candy.
The entire cast groaned and slapped their foreheads. A unified smack echoed through the theater.
"They're all thinking the same thing," Kaminari whispered.
"He's definitely the guy who was supposed to check that," Mina said flatly.
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Back on the screen, Savant quickly dove into the water and caught the flailing Weasel, dragging him toward the shore.
In the monitoring room, the woman in charge and her agents leaned forward slightly, their expressions tense.
"Is it me," Midnight murmured to Present Mic and Aizawa, "or are they actually worried about Weasel?"
"No," Aizawa replied without hesitation, "they're not worried about his life. They're worried they might lose a squad member this early in the mission."
Present Mic snorted. "Cold… but not wrong." Midnight gave a reluctant nod of agreement.
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On the screen, Savant reached the shore, slipping just behind a natural sand wall.
"The weasel is dead," one of the agents reported flatly. "I repeat—the weasel is dead."
The woman in charge's expression tightened with visible frustration.
Some of the audience members frowned in concern, especially Koda. Even knowing what Weasel had done, the animal lover in him couldn't help worrying.
"Poor thing…" he muttered under his breath.
The agents authorized the rest of the squad to approach the shore. One by one, they crouched low, moving behind the same sand wall Savant had taken cover behind.
They readied their weapons, the air suddenly thick with tension, as the mission officially began.
But Blackguard quickly got up from behind the sand wall and started walking toward the treeline.
"Hey guys! Hey! You can come out now! It's me!" Blackguard called out, waving like he was meeting old friends.
The rest of the squad looked at him with pure confusion.
As for the cast—
"What is he doing?" Kirishima asked, leaning forward. He wasn't even angry yet, just genuinely lost.
"I'm pretty much the worst of the students," he admitted, "but even I'm not dumb enough to—"
He didn't finish, because the heroes and villains in the room were already suspecting what was happening. That suspicion quickly turned to irritation. For the villains especially, the idea of one of their own betraying the team for personal gain lit an immediate fire in their eyes.
Back on the screen, Blackguard kept shouting, "I brought everyone! Look, they're right behind me!"
And then—lights.
Bright beams of tactical flashlights pierced out from the trees.
Finally, all the students got it.
"He betrayed them!"
"That's… extremely unmanly!" Kirishima slammed his fist into his palm.
"Yeah! How dare he stab his teammates in the back!" Real Steel barked out.
Similar shouts of anger followed from almost every student—except for Aoyama, who just looked down in shame.
Back in the film, Blackguard was still trying to talk to the soldiers—right up until his face got blown clean off mid-sentence.
It was silent for a heartbeat.
Then every student screamed in shock.
The teachers didn't move—frozen for a moment, processing the sudden brutality—while the villains leaned forward in fascination, eager to see how this conflict would spiral.
The two children in the audience, on the other hand, didn't fully understand why everyone reacted so violently. They just knew something terrible had happened when Blackguard's head practically turned into red confetti.
On the screen, Rick Flag barked into his comm:
"Blackguard sold us out! He contacted the damn Corto Maltese army! Waller, we need to retreat!"
"Wait—" Hawks muttered in disbelief, "—they're fighting a country's military?"
Even he, a government-trained spy since childhood, had never been sent on a mission that insane. In his world, taking on a nation's standing army was the kind of thing you'd hear about in urban legends, not real life.
The rest of the audience was just as stunned at the reveal.
Back in the movie, Waller's cold voice came through the comms.
"Negative, Flag. The mission is too important. This is a tough group. You can make it."
Harley just perked up, smiled, and said, "Okey-dokey!"—standing up with her RPG.
"Waller, with all due respect, we're in the middle of a goddamn—Harley, wait!"
It was too late.
Harley fired.
The rocket screamed across the shore, slamming into the military line, turning soldiers and vehicles into fire and twisted metal.
Gasps rippled through the audience.
Then came the gunfire—an overwhelming hailstorm of bullets in every direction.
Captain Boomerang moved fast, hurling one of his namesake weapons into the fray. It sliced through the air, curved behind enemy lines—then whipped back toward him, cutting down two soldiers in one clean pass.
The first soldier's throat opened in a red arc. The second's helmet split down the middle as the boomerang zipped through, so clean that the top half of his skull slid off like a lid.
Jaws dropped across the theater.
One student in particular, Tailman, went pale.
He remembered—painfully—how he and a couple of his classmates had been joking about Captain Boomerang's name earlier. Now, watching that same man carve through enemies like it was nothing, Tailman wasn't laughing.
In fact, he was terrified for his life.
(sorry parts of this isn't great. I accidentally made this chapter much longer than it should have. I could have split it into two chapters but I will just keep it this way.)