Author's Note: Hey guys! To new readers: Welcome to my story! If you haven't yet, check out the prequel to this story, Bad. To my resident-readers: welcome back, this version of the story is a lot different than the original one that I posted, just so you know! So enjoy!

Rose was in a fairly secluded cell, which she had to admit was nice. The less people thinking, the better. Still, she could hear a few people across the prison. She could hear a man thinking about a little girl named Zoe, and how he was going to get her back one day, away from her mother and her mother's gross boyfriend. He had guns on his mind, and a deadly accurate aim. Deadshot, the man who never misses.

On the other side of the prison, there was a man in the sewers, thinking about how he hated one guard in particular, and how he was going to grab him next time he came down. She guessed that one would be Killer Croc, the cannibalistic crocodile-man.

There was a man in a cramped tank whose thoughts were quiet, a sad soul putting out the flames of a caring man… she could hear him cursing El Diablo for everything that he had done to change his true self… She recognized the name El Diablo. He was the man of flames, a former LA gang leader. But now he seemed so soft.

Then of course there was one loud one, because nothing could ever be easy. She could hear a woman thinking about puddin', surrounded by a lot of pink and green and blue thrown in at random. Obviously the woman wasn't all there, mentally. So, Harley Quinn, the Joker's girlfriend.

She couldn't hear one particularly loud thinker- thank God -but she wouldn't be surprised if he was a part of this too. After the Flash had grabbed Captain Boomerang while he was in Central City, Rose hadn't heard from him for almost a week. That was never a good sign. She was starting to piece together what was going on: someone was putting them all here.

"Which one's this, Amanda?" a man said from outside her cell. She sat up as the little window in the door of her cell opened, shining just a little light in. She winced at the sudden brightness.

"She's known as Black Rose," a woman answered. "She possesses basic telekinesis skills, as well as the ability to use the energy around her to do her bidding. She's known for summoning black vines covered in thorns from that energy, hence the name Black Rose."

"Hey thanks, way to sell me," Rose chuckled, uncrossing her legs and stretching. "You're missing a bit-"

"Her real name is Lilith Fey, born and raised in Gotham City," the woman continued. "Her parents abandoned her at the age of four when she started showing the first signs of the ability to read minds. A genius of the streets, and a master of disguising herself as just a normal human girl. That's the only way she managed to avoid Arkham Asylum."

"When you hear this many voices all the time, it's hard not to go a little crazy," Rose pointed out. "Some of your information is off, but I'll let it slide."

"Oh really? What am I missing?" Rose just smirked and rolled her head back as she stretched. "She might be the least unstable of the clinically insane ones I showed you that we have here," the woman continued. "She's just a little less crazy than Boomerang."

"That actually means a lot, to have you say that, thank you," Rose chuckled, putting her hand to her chest. "Wow, what did I do to deserve such praise, Amanda Waller?"

Amanda looked at one of the guards, the one called Griggs. Rose didn't like him much, he was always making innuendos about her breast size and saying how he wished she'd just quit it with her magic tricks so he could have some real fun with her. Rose turned her attention back to the woman as she spoke. "Why is it so dark in there?"

"I have a headache," she answered for the guard. "More of a fucking migraine, if I'm being honest." She waved her hand and the vines she had put in front of the windows receded. Light flooded into the room and she sighed. "Well, Amanda, I'm sorry to tell you, I'm not interested in your task force." She stood up slowly.

"You told her about the task force?" the man with Amanda whispered.

"Rick Flag…" He looked in at her when his name was said

"I haven't told her anything. This is the mind reader, remember," Amanda reminded him.

"Oh, after all that praise, I'm just the mind reader to you?" Amanda looked in at her and she smiled sweetly.

"Tell me exactly how this one isn't insane?" Flag mumbled. Rose chuckled and gasped.

"Oh, I probably look like shit right now, I'm so sorry about my appearance," she said, waving her hand in front of her face. When she removed them, she had black eyeliner and eyeshadow on her eyes, and a dark, wine red color on her lips. "I would fix my hair but this asshole won't give me a fucking hair tie."

"Ma'am, I would like to apologize for the mouth on this one," Griggs spoke up.

"Fuck you, you told me you liked my mouth," Rose said coldly, leaning towards the window on the door, her smile falling. "Remember? You told me what you wanted me to do with my mouth. Then you tried to take my clothes off…" Griggs cleared his throat uncomfortably. "And then I got punished for attacking a staff member?" She tsked and stood up straight, stretching again and walking to the back of the cell. "I didn't do anything that bad, why am I here?"

"You robbed a diamond exchange earlier this week," Amanda reminded her.

"I wasn't on sight, I was just giving access codes and directions," she corrected, putting her head against the wall.

"Just punch in the code, dumbass," Rose sighed into her earpiece, leaning back in her computer chair. She watched Digger start messing with a keypad near the door through the security camera images. "No, not that one."

"Which one, then," he scoffed, hitting the keypad with one of his boomerangs. It sparked and the door flew open.

"That works too, but now you've got alarms going off," she pointed out, leaning forward again and typing things into the keyboard to shut off the alarms. Once the screen showed that the sensors weren't triggered, she leaned back again. "It's just down the hall, to the right. Let me unlock it for you." She hit a few buttons and the door to the vault unlocked and opened.

"What would I do without'cha? Want me ta bring ya back some'a these jewels for ya, love? Give ya'a nice diamond ring for bein' so damn helpful?" he teased, walking into the vault and placing his bag on the table.

"Oh, you're so sweet," she taunted back. "How's your lip?" She watched through the screen as he touched his lip, then held his middle finger up at the camera. She chuckled and glanced at the other man, who was helping to clean out the vault. "What are you gonna do about that one?"

Digger glanced at the man and then up at the camera. "Workin' on it," he mumbled, starting to throw money into his bag, then vacuum up some of the jewels.

The other man laughed. "We're gonna be rich," he grinned, dropping some diamonds in a bag. Digger glanced at him.

"Yeah, you and me, mate. Go'n get the car," he said. The other man grabbed his bag full of money and jewels and started out towards the car. Digger grabbed his bag and went out the door after him, throwing his boomerang and hitting the other man in the head. The man cried out and fell to the ground, so Digger walked over, laughing and picking up the bag on the ground.

The cameras started getting fuzzy and she frowned. "Hey, I'm getting some interfere-" she started. She sat up. "Oh fuck… Digger, turn around."

Digger hesitated and turned around, his eyes widening when he saw the Flash standing in front of the open vault door. "No honor amongst thieves, eh?" the hero joked, then ran at Digger. The cameras on multiple screens cut to either black or static.

"Dumbass," she growled, shutting down the computer systems.

"And you recently interrogated- well, actually, you tortured and killed a government agent," Amanda added.

"So? I'm trying to associate myself with a group, I don't wanna work alone. Torturing that agent was supposed to be my first impression… I messed it up, obviously, didn't cover myself enough. The Bat showed up," Rose sighed. "You're lucky he didn't kill me, you know, I wouldn't be much use to you if I was dead."

"He just wants me to keep going? Just hurt him? There's nothing he want me to get out of him?" Rose questioned. Frost nodded slowly.

"That's what he said. I just came to check in person. He's still watching," the man said. "He wants you to know that you're free to kill him at the end."

Rose turned to look at the man strapped to the chair, who was squirming around trying to escape. His face was already bloody and she had mutilated him pretty badly. "Aw, and ruin all the fun?" she grinned. She had summoned vines to cover her hands, the energy surrounding her fingers like a glove. "I'm excited to see how much more he can take~" She put her thumb, which was covered in thorns, dangerously close to his eye and he started gasping for breath. She heard the door close as Frost left the room, and she moved her thumb away from the agent's eye and grabbed his arm instead, shooting thorns out of the vines, impaling him. The man screamed through his gag and she laughed, pulling her hand down, scraping deep cuts down his arm. "You don't have to be afraid…" She grabbed his hair with her other hand and pulled his head back. "You should be, but I mean, you don't have to be."

The windows to the room suddenly shattered and her eyes widened to see Batman standing before her. "Well looky here," she laughed. "The Batman! The Dark Knight himself!" She walked around to the other side of the man she was interrogating. "You come to save this little damsel in distress?" She put her hands on his head and shot thorns out of them, instantly killing him. The Batman went towards her and she ducked out of the way, going to hit him with her vine-covered hand, which he blocked. Then he kicked her, his foot hitting her stomach and sending her out the broken window towards the ground below.

"Why don't you associate yourself with the good side? With Batman? The Flash? Any of 'em?" Rick Flag spoke up.

She sighed and held out her hands. He saw movement all around the room and realized that the room was covered in her black vines, which were slithering up the walls. "Does this look good to you?" she pointed out. She closed her hands into fists and thorns shot out of the vines. "I'm a Black Rose, not a pink one, hun."

"So you decided the Joker would be a good alternative?" Amanda questioned coldly.

"I was just looking into it, honestly, I'm friends with one his guys, but I don't think he'd take me in. He's too obsessed with Harley." She walked over to the door again. "Harley's here right now. I can hear them all, your task force. Deadshot, Killer Croc, El Diablo. And the Joker's girlfriend? What are you putting us together for, what's coming?"

"That's classified," Rick Flag told her.

"Fair 'nough. I won't look into it. You're in this too… but you're only in this for June… who's June?" Rick paled a bit and backed up, looking at Waller. "A'ight, sore subject, I get it. Oh hey, since you have Digger somewhere else, could you tell him something for me?"

"It depends on what you want me to tell him," Amanda told her.

"Tell him he can go fuck himself," she grinned. "Tell him I wasn't wearing that dress for him."

"They know each other? You're sure that's alright, Amanda?" Rick Flag asked worried.

"No one said we know each other, what gave you that idea?" Rose teased.

"They obviously won't be working together individually. They don't have to hold hands, Colonel," she pointed out.

"Oh thank god, we don't have to hold hands," Rose tsked.

"Just how much have you two worked together?" Amanda asked. Rose's mouth quirked into a smirk. "From what I've heard you two have gotten pretty close."

Rose hit her head against the door again, wincing, which made the guard jump to attention a bit. Amanda turned back and looked at him. "S-She does that before stuff starts getting bad," he warned.

"I can handle her," Amanda told him.

"What've you heard? About me and oh captain, my captain?" Rose asked, leaning her arm against the window. Amanda just stared at her and she chuckled. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be near me? You particularly."

"Why? Because you can read my mind?" she guessed.

"Yeah. I can hear everything you're thinking. I can search your mind like an internet browser and- oh, what's this about North Korea?" she teased with a grin.

"What do you think you're going to do with all those secrets?" Amanda asked calmly.

Rose shrugged and picked at something stuck in her tooth, pretending to look bored. "Sell 'em, probably, you can make a fortune on government secrets," she chuckled.

"Yes, you can. What would you do with that money?" she continued to question.

"I dunno, what do people spend money on? Clothes? Food, rent? A better fucking apartment than my crummy one. Weapons, cigarettes, pot," she listed. She glanced at the guard. "Sex toys…" The man shifted and glanced down the hall, clearing his throat. She bit her lip and stuck her tongue out. "What's the word on the street about me and Digger?"

"Word on the street is that you'd follow him through hell and back and he'd do anything for you," Amanda told her honestly.

Rose laughed, throwing her head back. "Seriously?" she choked. Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm a little princess in a romance novel and he's my prince? My bad boy prince, though, huh? We'd go to the ends of the earth together being little criminals, yeah? No, honey. Don't line me up with a Harley-Joker dynamic, man. But that's funny, really, it is. Look, don't know if you've met the guy yet, but he's raunchy as fuck, he talks to women like they're…" She hesitated, moving to the back of the cell, trying to find the right word. She closed her eyes and waved her hands around. "Like they're objects. Like they're toys." She shrugged and leaned back against the wall, facing Amanda again. "I fuck him sometimes, 'cause he's a good looking guy. Never regret it, but could lived without it. That don't make us a couple."

"Mind if I tell him that?" Amanda said.

"He knows, but go ahead. And don't forget to tell him to go fuck himself," she reminded her as Amanda closed the window. "Nice talking to you, Waller, have fun on the remainder of your tour of Belle Reeves!" She heard their footsteps walking away, and she laughed as she sat back down, bringing her vines back up over the window and laying on the floor.

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