We walked out onto the field in a straight line. John in front, he had his hands raised in front of him, mumbling something. Raven behind him, the dark robed girl was excited, but quiet. Tabi draped around her neck the cat had still refused to talk. I was in the rear, ready to be shot at any moment, but was stuck on wondering if I was strong enough to not have to worry about bullets. I had supposedly helped Superman, maybe that meant I was made of steel as well. 

“Wow,” John said, stopping in his tracks. Raven almost bumped into him, but caught herself. 

“What?” I asked. Looking ahead there was nothing that set this area apart. It was a random field outside of Washington D.C. Flat all around us there was literally nothing to see. 

“Strong psychic protections,” he said as if it was normal. Digging into his coat he pulled out three necklaces. Each had a metal triangle with an eye symbol inside of it. “Wear these.”

“Are you sure this is a government base?” I asked, surprised the U.S. government had psychics. 

“Yep,” he said. “My information is rather reliable.” He put on the necklace as well and was soon walking forward again. 

“I feel like we are in a Scooby Doo episode,” I said as we continued on. I was walking as quietly as possible for some reason, though there was nothing around us. 

“How the hell do you not remember who you are, but you know about Scooby Doo?” John asked. His Haki saying he was surprised, which caught me off guard. 

Since I had met him I felt like he had all the answers. He knew I was cursed and hinted he could find someone to fix me, but now that I looked back I could tell he was lying. I still hadn’t received a new quest so I was four quests away from remembering everything. I would probably have to rely on this other worldly power over Constantine. Which wasn’t a huge surprise, what I remember of the comics, he was best at looking out for himself. 

“Fucking hell,” I said, not willing to get away from him now. 

As we continued to inch forward, my mind wandered. I had thought the TVs in England were filled with news about me. America was so much worse. That was all they showed on every channel since we arrived the day before. While John was trying to figure out where this Enchantress was, I was watching the news. 

Everyone speculating who really was behind the mask. The government hinted about some new hero under their employ, but I doubted it. If I received heavenly quests, I doubted I would let myself be put under the thumb of the government. I was already sick of watching the Metropolis fight.

“And there,” John said. Stepping once more he disappeared. Raven and I stopped, unable to see him anymore. 

“What the fuck,” I said.

“I guess we…” Raven said, extending her hand. She passed through some kind of illusion and her body followed. Annoyed with yet another oddity in this life of mine I followed. Once I was through the illusion I noticed that we really were at some military base. Rechecking my status screen I read a bonus called Cerebral Fortitude, I wondered what the hell it did if it did not help fight against illusions and memory loss. 

Standing on a concrete road there were humvees driving in front of us. No gate whatsoever, there were soldiers marching and walking all around. Large arched buildings filling our view I hated to admit John was right. 

“See,” John said. “Told you it would be here.” He walked forward, uncaring if anyone saw us. 

“Do we need to be quiet?” Raven stage whispered. 

“Na, we are past those wards. Just stick close and I’ll keep us hidden from notice,” John said as he pulled out another cigarette. 

“You know those are bad for you, right?” Raven asked, a little more comfortable around the mysterious man. 

“As is my life,” he said. “But I’m not dead yet.” I could feel a deep sadness leak into him with that but he walked on. Moving from building to building we approached one but were quickly moving onto the next. I wasn’t sure what kind of psychic powers he had, but he could apparently sense people inside the buildings. 

Though I didn’t know why some ancient evil witch was working for the government, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe my guess was right. Maybe this really was the Suicide Squad. Though the Enchantress was the main antagonist in the movie, she had been a part of the group for a time. Her alter ego named June something. 

Leaving the speculation for later, I followed John and Raven as we made our way through the barracks. Eventually we came to an out of the way building far from the others. JC said it was the one, and we walked inside. Passing by guards and a nurse he walked us through the halls as if he had been there a thousand times. 

He waved his hands at doors, unlocking them with jedi mind tricks, and it wasn’t too long until we were in a very large room. Beds set up inside there was laughing going on. Many strong people sitting around a table they were playing cards, smoking, and laughing as a television played in the background. 

“Dangling by my toes,” a black man continued. Thick cigar in his mouth he puffed out a plume of smoke. “And there he is, just in sight. I lined up the scope and-” The man whirled, turning to face us. With his reaction, everyone around the table did the same. 

I studied them, each one just a little familiar. For a moment there I thought I knew them. There was one man in a brown trench coat and with mutton chops that especially looked familiar. Another girl with long blue hair. An old man with a cloak that had whirlpools drawn on it. And a few others. 

“Weston?” The man asked. “That you, mate?”

“Uhhh,” I said slowly. 

“Holy shit, it is him. Mr. Jailbird himself,” the big black man said. Holding his cigar in hand he held his hands out wide as if to go in for a hug. 

“What the hell?” I asked. 

“Guess you do know her,” John said as the entire group went for me. My eyes wide I stared at faces unable to comprehend what exactly was going on. No matter what I thought, deep down I knew I was part of the Suicide Squad itself. 

—

“Then you jumped down. Stopping us from getting the crystals. Waller was yelling in our ears and you were all like, “Superman is a good guy,” then she pushed the button and exploded your heart,” Captain Boomerang said. 

“Or so we thought,” the old man with the weirdly designed cloak said. 

“Right, then shit happened. Superman skedaddles and you pop up, flying after him,” Boomerang added. 

“I can fly, then?” I asked, confused. I had thought maybe the videos I had seen were altered to make it look like I flew. This was probably the third time they told the story, but honestly the most coherent version yet. 

“Like the man in tights himself,” Deadshot said. His arms crossed he was leaning back in his chair with a slight smile on his face. I could feel the camaraderie the others around the card table had for me. Maybe not a deep friendship, but it was there, smoldering on their haki.

I frowned though, trying to remember any of this. “What happened next?” I asked, hoping for some gleam of an answer to what could have taken all this from me. 

“You went into the Phantom Zone,” the blue haired girl said. She was young but had long hair and was wearing tight black clothes. “Pulled out that guy from the news from the dimension Superman was trying to reach.”

“Which guy?” 

“The one you killed on TV,” Deadshot said. 

“What? The guy I stabbed, he was the one from the dimension Superman was opening?” I asked with a frown. “What the hell, why did he attack Metropolis?” I had seen pictures of the man Superman and I fought. He was as strong as the man of steel. In the right light they kind of resembled one another, but I had originally thought it was Bizarro Superman. If he wasn’t then maybe the guy was another kryptonian, maybe he was… “Oh shit, you called it the Phantom Zone?” I asked as memories came to me. Not the important stuff, but more movie and comic trivia. They nodded. “That was fucking Zod, wasn’t it?” 

“I’m not sure,” Deadshot said, looking around, he eyed a camera mounted in the corner of the room. “You sure we don’t have to worry about those?”

“Constantine said we didn’t,” I said, my mind racing as I realized what had happened. Superman opened a door to the Phantom Zone, and pulled out General Zod. Probably trying to save one of the last Kryptonians. Why Zod attacked, I didn’t know, but still, it answered quite a few questions for me. 

“Good, Waller is plenty pissed at you, you don’t want her to know you’re here,” Deadshot said. I pictured the black Waller from the movies. A stone cold bitch that really didn’t care about any of the Suicide Squad. If I was a member of the group, it was no wonder she hated me. The others hadn’t touched on how I got out, but I guessed since they weren’t free either, it was some deal that wasn’t grand enough to spring them all. 

“How bad?” I asked, eyeing the Squad. 

“Bad-bad,” Boomerang said. “We showed up to try to help in Metropolis. You kind of poked the bear with Waller.”

“I heard she was going to send some PSA to Gotham when you showed up,” Boomerang said. 

“PSA on what?” I asked. 

“You, you’re Rift, man,” Deadshot admitted. I stared at them blankly. “Jeez, who did you piss off to get cursed like this?” He mused to himself. 

“Look mate,” Boomerang interrupted. “You were in the slammer for a while. Like 20 years before Waller extended the leash out a bit. Back in the day you robbed banks and gave everyone the slip, all until the man of steel put you away.”

“So I was a villain?” I asked. It seemed the notifications were right to tell me to leave the police station. If they ran my prints it was very likely I would have been arrested again. “And I’m on parole. Shit, I would have been thrown back here if they caught me,” I put together. 

“Yeah well, enjoy freedom while it lasts. You pissed off Waller,” Deadshot said. “She’s the government. We are the bad guys.” He said the words as if they explained everything. What I remember of Amanda Waller in the movies was she was not a good person, and definitely not someone to cross. Willing to kill her own people, push her own agenda, and rise up the ranks, I really must have pissed her off quite a bit. 

Was it because I had killed Zod? Which was another fact I had ignored. They didn’t really show it in the videos, but I had stabbed the crazed Kryptonian with a jagged piece of kryptonite. Where did I hide the kryptonite? Hopefully it was somewhere safe before I lost my memories. I wasn’t sure, but I was more stuck on the fact that I really was a killer. 

A part of me hadn’t wanted to believe I was capable of something like that. I had hoped to be a superhero like Superman, who didn’t kill. Someone for kids to look up to. What had I been through thus far to turn me into a killer? None of what I had heard gave me the answer. No memories of justifying taking a life, nothing. 

“Come on, man, it’s not all bad,” Boomerang said. “You’re free at least.”

“Yeah,” I said. “With my memories gone, and apparently the US government pissed off at me.” I needed to make that right if I was going to get back to whatever life I had in DC world. 

“Oh, why is my Weston so sad?” A cherub’s voice asked. We all turned to see a bright pink floating woman. She was short, only a little taller than Raven, with light pink skin, and pink hair that floated around her. She wore no clothes. Her long hair somehow floating to cover her nipples and muff. Leaving not much to the imagination.

“Your Weston?” Deadshot asked and the succubus was upon me. Sitting on my lap, and luckily hiding my erection. She was like sex incarnate. My every fiber wanted to-

—

Suddenly I wasn’t in the Suicide Squad’s den. I was in a dark bunker. Men and women all around me they didn’t look human. “These humans are so weak,” the woman in the shadows said. 

“I don’t see why the Majestor worries over them,” a man with gray skin said. I was unable to move as they stood over me. These Shi’ar asshats haki dark like serial killers. 

Pain all around me, I was held in place by some thick vine. My arms pulled away from my body I grunted, trying to stay conscious. 

“We need to find his sister,” a deep man’s voice said. 

“Hold on,” the gray man said. “I’m hungry. Lets see if they are at least worth keeping for food.” A flaming sword in hand he raised it up and dropped it down slowly. The flames touched the skin of my arm as he began to slice through it as slowly as possible. “Don’t struggle, or I might keep going.” 

I roared in pain and anguish as he cut through my arm then continued on down my side. Cutting away a chunk of my ribcage. “Anyone in the mood for ribs?” 

I cried out, and focused my Nen. 

White energy coalesced in my hand and a sword formed from my will. The alien man had no time to react as the sword sliced up at him. Narrowly missing his neck he pulled back. As the others pummelled me again he began taking a bite from my lopped off arm. A smile on his sharp teeth as I lost consciousness.  

—

”Fuck,” I gasped. My hand extended out and Nen hardened into a sword in my hand. The succubus on my lap disappeared in a puff of pink smoke, but the tip of my sword followed her. Where she reappeared my sword pointed, stopping the tip an inch from her throat. “Never do that again,” I said. Breathing in and out heavily as the memories subsided in my mind. 

“Woah Weston, that’s Enchantress,” Boomerang said. His hands up, everyone had stepped back from me. I blinked rapidly, shaking my head as I struggled to stand. I wasn’t sure what exactly I had been through, but this woman’s power made me feel almost…powerless like with those aliens. Even now all I wanted was her, but somehow I held the sword at eye level. Her pink heart shaped eyes putting on a sad face as I didn’t relent. 

“Probably the best reaction when facing a succubus,” Constantine said as he came into the room. He and June had gone into the other room to summon the Enchantress for a deal on information. I had caught up with the Suicide Squad as he did so. Raven stood near the door, separated from the convicts and giving me a worried look. 

“Put the sword down, Weston. She and I have a contract,” JC said as he put his hand on my shoulder. 

“Yes, Weston, my sweet,” the Enchantress said. “Soon we will be out in the free world together.”

“Like hell we are,” I said. Looking to John for help. The last thing I wanted was some hyper sexed woman like this near me. 

“That was the deal,” John said with a sad look on his face. “She helps me, and I help her get out of here.” 

“All of us?” Boomerang asked.

“Depends on the information,” John said, eyeing the succubus. 

She rolled her big eyes, her Haki screaming lust and want. “Canada,” she said. 

John nodded and pulled something out of his trench coat. It was another necklace. This one had a simple rod hanging from it. “Wear this, it will help you escape,” John said. The Enchantress floated toward him. I backed up, my sword still between us, just in case. 

“You’re sure?” She asked in a cute voice. Somehow a mix of a giggle and threat. “I would hate to have to come after you.”

“I don’t break deals,” was all he said. His Haki firm as he stared her down. Obviously unaffected by her charm. 

The succubus nodded and put the necklace on. Instantly she stopped floating. Landing on the hard cement floor the pink glow around her winked out and her hair turned black. A normal woman appeared in front of us, wearing a business shirt and skirt. 

“Wh-what happened?” June asked as she looked around. 

“I made a deal with your alter ego to help her get out of here,” John said. “As long as you wear the necklace you will have more control over her. I’m sure if she’s less in control you’ll get out of here more quickly.”

“What?” Was all she asked. John turned around. 

“That was the extent of my deal. You lot can pay your debt to society if you want out,” he said. He obviously didn’t much care for any of them. 

“Hey-” Deadshot said, reaching out for him, but then froze. All of them did. 

“Come on, I can hold them for a second,” John said as he increased his pace to leave. 

“Is that good enough for your deal?” Raven asked as she stood at John’s right. 

“Yep, wording is everything,” he said. “I’m not sure how long she is stuck with the Squad, but I’m positive the Enchantress’ personality would make it so she couldn’t leave early. June can figure out how to lessen the sentence.”

“Jeez, you’re like an evil genie. A stickler for wording?” Raven giggled. 

“That I am. Always have to watch what you say,” he said. He turned to eye me as we walked. “Are you alright?”

I jumped, pulling the Nen blade back into me. It turned into a white smoke and absorbed into my body rapidly. “Just a little…I didn’t expect that. Are all succubi like that?”

“Most are worse,” John said. “They don’t like to come into this plane, or else they are weakened like her.”

“Ugh, I’d hate to see her at full strength,” Raven said. 

“Wouldn’t we all,” John said. “She did have an odd obsession with you, Weston. What did you do to make her so fixated on you?”

“No idea,” I said, and for once I didn’t want to know the answer. Whatever it was, I doubted it was good, and I was glad I escaped when I did.

We continued walking out of the base unseen. My thoughts a blur, hoping to gain more memories, but not if they were bad ones. Yet again I wasn’t sure if I really wanted all my memories back. Only time would tell if they ever did return.