Hadley's dainty feet flitted across the concrete floor of the prison facility as she twirled with her arms above her head down the many hallways. She was only in a sports bra and the orange pants all of the inmates had to wear with the shirt part tied around her waist so that the material would spin around her like a skirt. Today was one of the many days that she was allowed to roam the halls of the infamous facility in New Orleans on the grounds of her lack of an apparent murderous background. Guilt by association was the main reason she was rotting in the hole that she was alongside Harley girl.

"Keep your clothes on, Angel, or you'll go back in the cage. You know the rules." A patrolling officer stated briskly, pausing momentarily when he caught sight of Hadley twirling her way down the hall. She came to an abrupt halt, her dark hair flying into her face. Hadley huffed a breath to clear away the long strands to look at the officer now just a few feet away. An innocent look smoothed out her features as she stepped towards him.

"Of course, sir." She smiled playfully and flitted around him before making a left turn and continuing her almost daily rounds about the facility. She was passing one of the iron doors that had been closed tight every day with the only sign of life behind it being the muffled sounds of blows against a soft surface. Today though the small window that was used to give the inmates food was left open.

"Aye, you." A gruff voice called out, causing Hadley to slow to a stop. Curiosity caused her bright blue eyes to twinkle and her breath to catch as she spun around to look at the man peering at her through the hole in his door.

"Why do they let you roam around like that, huh?" He asked. Hadley tilted her head to the side and sidled up to the door, taking a closer look at the man. She noticed his handsome features and toned shoulders through the small hole, his dark eyes boring into her as she surveyed him. When she blinked though all she saw behind her eyelids was white skin, green hair, and red lips. Her eyes opened again quickly and a mischievous smile spread across her lips.

"Cause I'm a good girl." Hadley said softly, biting her lip in a gesture that she had picked up from so much time with Harley Quinn. She noticed the immediate effect that it had on the man behind the iron door. His whole demeanor changed as he went from mildly curious to moving his face closer to the hole in the door and a glint sparking to life in his eyes.

"You have to be in here for a reason, sweetheart." He said slowly, and Hadley didn't miss how his eyes dragged down the expanse of skin that was left uncovered by her sports bra.

"Harley girl got us both in trouble." She answered smoothly, not caring to take note that the man might not know who her sister-cousin was. At the mention of how her and Harley ended up in the prison, Hadley felt the first slither of madness ghost across her fingers. That's where it always started. Her sister-cousin lived with the madness brought out in them by the Clown Prince of Crime while it was dormant inside of Hadley most days until it had a reason to break free. Hadley had a small suspicion that the difference had to do with the closeness to the insane man that Harley affectionately took to calling "puddin". Now the madness was slowly starting to slither into her veins like a disgusting worm making its way up to her brain, causing memories of the Bat wrapping his hands around her neck to flash across her eyes.

"Hmmm, you'll have to remind me to thank whoever that is 'cause you're the prettiest thing I've seen since I've been stuck in this hellhole." The man said, a wicked look settling on his features. A giggle escaped Hadley's lips and she tried to push the madness back to wherever it comes from for just a few moments longer as she pressed her front against the iron door.

"What's your name, mister?" Hadley asked softly, taking a liking to the man. Her dark lashes fluttered softly as he seemed to contemplate her for a moment.

"Deadshot." He said after a while. Hadley tilted her head curiously again at the mention of the infamous hit man. No one like him escaped the attention of the Joker, so Hadley had heard the name before whispered under the breaths of the goons and criminals that her and Harley lived with. Before she could respond though the footfalls of the patrolling officer coming back around the bend caused her to step quickly back from the door. When he came into view the officer quickly made his way over to Hadley.

"Come on, Angel, you can't be talking to other inmates without permission. You know that." He said grabbing her by the upper arm and starting to lead her away. As she looked back over her shoulder she saw Deadshot drop one of his eyelids into a wink. As soon as they rounded the corner and Hadley's concentration on keeping the madness at bay was broken, the little madness worm buried itself quickly into her mind.

Her body went immediately slack and the officer whispered a confused curse as he caught her before she hit the ground. Giggles started falling uncontrollably from her lips until they grew into full laughter, her body shaking with the effort. The officer was speaking into his radio, and Hadley off-handedly heard someone responding to throw her in with the crazy one until the fit was over. The laughter immediately stopped and a wicked grin spread across Hadley's face. The officer looked down and froze like a deer caught in headlights.

"You don't think I'm crazy now, do you?" She said slowly and the officer's grip on her tightened when he saw the dark look that suddenly filled her baby, blue eyes.

"Where did Angel go?" The officer asked in a confused tone; it must be his first time seeing one of her fits. It was a question that Hadley had heard many times when the madness suddenly filled her body and left a person that was barely her standing in her place. If the officer had taken the time to look at her file he would have seen right under the part where it mentions her affiliations with Harley Quinn and the Clown Prince of Crime the suspicion of her having a split personality.

"Whose that?" The mad Hadley cackled right before the officer jerked himself into action and started dragging her to the cage where her sister-cousin was currently dangling gracefully from a white rope.

Amanda Waller turned the page in her binder after finishing her summary of Harley Quinn and the men sitting across the table from her looked down at the picture of the innocent looking girl with dark hair who bore a striking resemblance to the Joker's girlfriend. She had a matching heart tattoo on her cheekbone and another tattoo that said "pure" along her jawline but lacked the menacing look that had been on Harley's face on the previous page.

"Hadley Quinzel. Mostly known as Angel. As her name suggests she isn't like the others in this file, just like how she wasn't the same as the people that surrounded her before her and Harley Quinn were caught by the Bat. Their mothers were twins which explains the resemblance between the two though their relationship is self-classified as sisters instead of cousins. Just like Dr. Quinzel, she showed no sign of being insane before they met the Clown Prince of Crime, but even now she only shows signs of madness on occasion. This has led us to believe that she may have a split personality though occurances of it have apparently become rare after her capture. Even her being only half crazy though, she was still crazy enough to survive the Joker." Waller stated, pausing to take a sip of wine.

"Why exactly are you wanting her on this task force?" One of the men asked, seeing little comparisons between the girl they call Angel and the monsters that fill the other pages in the top secret file. Amanda Waller let a small smile tilt the corner of her mouth up. She liked the girl that was innocent and completely insane at the same time.

"She is still dangerous though she does an excellent job of hiding it. Someone couldn't survive living in a den of monsters and maniacs if they were completely innocent. This girl was one of the Joker's favorites alongside Harley Quinn, mostly because they say he couldn't quite figure out of she was mad like them or completely sane. Those two may have been the King and Queen of Gotham but she was most definitely the Princess and though no charges have ever been filed against her she has killed before if only to protect what she considers her family. Hadley "Angel" Quinzel would do anything to protect her sister and their Prince and it wouldn't hurt to have that on this task force." Waller explained, the hardness in her tone letting the men know that this girl most definitely was going to be included in this "suicide squad". The men didn't argue with her as she turned the page and revealed another freak to be added to the circus.