Enchantress raised her chin at him, a small snarl escaping to express her visible annoyance with the soldier. She leaned closer over him, a clear smirk upon her face as glowing eyes looked into his. “Don’t worry, soldier. I can show you what I know.” She whispered. With that, she gestured at him, letting her mystical energy pour into him so he could face his own fear as if it was happening in real time.
Enchantress crawled dangerously close to Flag, delight flickering in her eyes and twisting her lips. Cold and sinister, wicked. Richard warned himself to ready his pistol but the moment she swept her hand before his gaze it was too late. Letting out a harsh breath, Rick found himself standing upright–the sound that reached his ears along with the ambience jogged the soldiers memory before this vision could. He was surrounded by a warm glow, walls expertly dressed in rich color while a familiar band of musicians played a familiar melody. Between a thick crowd of strangers Richard realized he was back at Wayne’s Gala. Still panting, Rick turned his head over a shoulder in search of her; the girl he desperately wished to keep close and protect. Though the Colonel stumbled about in his current attire there was one detail he thought of on the sweep; a green dress, she’s wearing a green dress. A false sense of relief and security struck him the moment his eyes met with Doctor Moone’s light blue pair from a distance. He would have run right for the woman, but that sudden, unforgiving, burst disturbed their short acknowledgement. Made everything silent with the exception of a light ringing that pierced through his brain. Just like that night Richard caught himself darting after the initial shock. He didn’t feel the people he knocked past to get to Moone and it was steps from her that Rick’s hearing just barely started to clear. “–une! … JUNE!!” The fair, unconscious, blood stained body draped across the ground before Flag’s feet, but instead of the witch coming to save replace June an entirely knew dilemma took her place. He now stood feet from a hospital stretcher. June’s green gown was gone, along with all of that blood, her wound. It was as if she had been pulled straight from ARGUS. This wasn’t his doing… but it was any guess what had transpired to put Moone here with a tube down her throat. Dying all over again before his very eyes. And, as always, Richard didn’t know how to stop this, how to save her, he was ignorant, mortal, and alone. Losing the last light in this world. Unable to do a single thing about it. “June. June..” As the soldier approached, wrecked by despair, bewilderment, and tears he crumbled forward to see what he could do to help her. To be close to her. To hold June. “June… b-baby–June.” No. Was all the only word that echoed through his mind. No. No!
As she stood there, she couldn’t help but feel a little lost in this new world. They worshiped their contraptions. These machines. She didn’t really care about the team right now. She used to be something. A goddess among mortals. Now, she was here, Listening to the prattle of meat sacrifices. Of the creatures that should bow beneath her feet. Speaking of meat sacrifices, the one that Waller trusted as leader dared to not only speak her name but to continue to command her. Unlike June, who often blushed and looked at him like he was the best thing ever, she held his gaze with her own harsh stare as if he worth less than the dirt on the ground.
As he told her he needed her to bring back June, the Enchantress snarled in response. She slowly crouched down like a feral animal, her eyes never leaving is, challenging him. “Time to settle some old scores.” She murmured but loud enough for him to hear. If she couldn’t get to Waller, she would have the next best thing for now. Her neutral expression slowly turning into a sinister smile, her gaze unwavering as in that moment, she knew exactly how to hurt him.
Like an animal, she launched through the air but didn’t go for Rick but the man to his right. Flying through the air, she grabbed the soldier and snapped his neck before landing in the middle of the formation, breaking it up. As the soldiers tried to fire at her, she seemingly dispersed in sparks and dark energy. She could use more magic but she wanted to feel their pain inflicted by her hands. For a moment, it seemed that just maybe she had ran off. They would be so lucky.
Without realizing, she appeared right behind a solider, a flicking of her wrist sending a burst of energy over his head and whatever he saw in her illusion was enough to shoot one of the other team members before shooting himself, revealing her to be standing behind him, pleased wit her handy work but that wasn’t enough. Now she started, she couldn’t stop. It was too much fun. As one charged into take her on in close combat, she raised her arms, suddenly lifting him in the air before flicking her wrist up and down as she brutally kept bashing him into the ground with supernatural forces. Teleporting again to take out one of the strays of his squad, she again appeared behind, sinking her teeth into his jugular, blood squirting, spiting the junk of flesh to the floor as his body followed not too far after, gurgling as her eyes looked back at Rick and the remaining few, showing she meant business.
She teleported to the ceiling corner that remained, in the dark much like a spider watching its prey, as she watched them all with a predator eye.
The dark words hung over Colonel Flag, like another one of the witches spells, and once they’d sunk in the color slowly drained from his face. He raised the barrel of his Heckler & Koch HK416 to aim at Enchantress again, but she’d already taken the dive. Flag thought he was a goner yet nothing happened, not to himself–the soldier at his right fell to the floor after a clear crushing snap rang through the already loud warehouse. She was gone again and like the words she’d muttered a darkness did begin to warp their surroundings.
As Enchantress leapt through the crowd, leaving more chaos in here wake, all one could capture was the lasting streak of light emitting from those fiery eyes. Rick watched as more of his men fell, at the witches bare hands–this was personal. This was a tantrum, revenge, and Flag knew he had to bring a stop to this. The moment she’d clung to a soldier and bit into his throat the Colonel took the chance to set the sight of his rifle back on Enchantress. He was determined. Not even the memory of June stood between the warrior and what he had to do. He had to protect the others. He had to keep his promise to the doctor.
When the mans body was dropped Rick fired the deadly shot. Determined. Another puff of black smoke took her place and the witch was gone. Colonel Flag had no reference to depend on. Had he done it? Was she gone? His remaining crew stared upward so Flag followed their gaze. The witch flinched and crawled above them. Blood dripping from her chin and chest. Rick didn’t hesitate. Once his eyes began to move the barrel of his gun had followed. It was a natural habit given years of training. Simply impulse. An extension of his body. With a furrowed brow, the Colonel pulled the trigger again, with the same amount of conviction as before. There was no room for talk only action. She had to be stopped.
“How could you have let this happened? Half of our Task Force was in that godforsaken funhouse!” There was a pause at the other side of the screen. “Did you get him? Did you at least spend your time in there useful by catching the Joker? You’re going to assemble the Task Force nowor I’ll be your consequence.”
Rick knew this was coming. He’d begrudgingly adjusted his body in preparation. Though it wasn’t ready to sit up, he forced it to set across at the edge of the HQ infirmary bed the solider woke up in. In order to not look so damn weak before Waller, because he wasn’t weak, but he was injured enough that to stand up so soon would surely lead to a tumble. She had to see him, ask for information, and they couldn’t wait till he got his bearings. “He didn’t attack with force. Came… outside in… with that smoke. Let the gas do the work before taking his pick.” Rick wouldn’t blame their defenses, he knew every soldier and hand in HQ and had enough respect to not throw them under the bus, he was the leader. He would accept the consequences of this. With a sniff Flag bumped his fist against his wounded nose, could still feel blood crusted inside, and he didn’t want to see the rest of his face. The soldiers torso was the most colorful part. The goons took power cables to him, beat him with clubs–it was only lucky the Bat showed up before the blades came out in that torture room. “Katana and I learned where to find him–and we did, but the moment I laid eyes on him through the window the floor fell through. That’s when they took me.” His body dragged, strapped down, and the real fun began. “‘don’t know if Katana managed to leave a permanent mark.” From the way Amanda spoke it seemed Joker had in fact gotten away.
