Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad: Mole Hunt

On the screen, pendulous brown breasts dangled, grasped by strong pink hands. The black woman getting railed in high definition was short, stocky, overweight; her flabby belly shook, little waves traveling through her soft ass with each hard pounding. There were wrinkles...scars...signs of a middle-aged woman who had given birth, not once, but multiple times. The camera moved up to capture her face, the half-lidded, almost idiotic expression as she begged for him to cum inside of her.

Amanda Waller paused the playback.

"That is not me," the pregnant woman laid a hand to rest on her stomach. No one had dared ask how far along she was, but the undisputed leader of the Suicide Squad was definitely showing, her belly protruding farther out in front than Katana's. The lines in Waller's face appeared to have deepened over the last few weeks, and she had begun to grow her hair out in braids. "Deepfakes of every member of the Suicide Squad who has participated in operations during the last year have been released on the internet. The NSA let us know this morning."

"There's porn of me?" Captain Boomerang said, aghast.

"Yes. Your face has been mapped onto several gay porn stars of approximately your weight and build," Waller said. "They actually took a bit more care with you; Katana's are so poorly done that she'd be unrecognizable, except for the tagging."

"So what do we do about this?" Rick Flagg said. "Who's responsible?"

Waller surveyed the Squad in the meeting room. Blaze. Harley Quinn. Deadshot. A pregnant Katana sitting next to Rick Flagg. Captain Boomerang. King Shark. Killer Croc. Bane. Shade, the Changing Man, who sat in a shadowed corner.

"We believe the face images used come from our internal files," Waller said. "Put it simply, we have a mole."

Everyone in the room looked at each other. They were villains, most of them. Blaze leaned forward. "Could it be a...Manchurian candidate? Hypnosis, mind control, ****?"

Captain Boomerang was on his smartphone. He frowned. "Jaysis! That's not my ringpiece!"

"We're not ruling anything out," Waller said. "Which is why we're on lockdown. I've invited an outside party to audit us. Everyone will be expected to go through with an interview, with a psychic on hand to monitor for unnatural influence."

"Outside party?" Harley Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Waller, you don't trust anybody. Who the hell did you get to interrogate us?"

Shade jumped out of his corner. A cowled figure loomed in the shadow of the room. Bane hissed as he recognized Gotham's Caped Crusader.

"I will be handling the interviews," Batman growled. "While my team traces the intrusion to your computer systems."

A green figure faded in from the ceiling, and came to rest next to Amanda Waller. J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter.

"I will handle the psychic evaluation. Rest assured, your privacy shall be respected. Nothing I uncover will be shared."

Killer Croc shook his head, and summed up what everyone was thinking. "This is gonna suck."

"I'll go first," Waller said as Batman and the Martian adjourned to a nearby interview room. "Remember: no one leaves until we find the mole."

On the screen, the digitally-pasted face of Amanda Waller getting her cunny split by a fat white cock leered at the assembled Suicide Squad.

Amanda Waller

She took her seat across the table from the Batman. The Martian remained standing.

"Whenever you're ready," Waller said.

"Starting off by setting your own terms. Establishing dominance. Classic," Batman said. "Tell me, Director Waller, does this attack feel...personal?"

Waller's face was calm. "They released deepfake porn of all of us."

"But the NSA contacted you," Batman said. "You led off with your own humiliation, to get in front of it. Do you think that has anything to do with your condition?"

Waller frowned. "You think someone is trying to embarrass me for getting pregnant at my age and unmarried?"

"Possible," he said. "Who is the father?"

Waller opened her mouth...frowned deeper. "I prefer not to say."

"She doesn't remember," the Martian brought in. "A one-night stand. **** was involved. No birth control. Very out of character. She has deliberately avoided seeking the identity of the father."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Waller said.

"Maybe everything," Batman said. "I suspect whoever impregnated you may be behind this...and the attack on the hospital."

King Shark

"...I guess if you had to pick a label, I'm pansexual." The shark said, one finger picking at his teeth.

"That's more articulate than I expected. There are plenty of people that think you're...intellectually challenged." The Martian Manhunter said. "But I sense no deficiencies in your mind."

"Alternate Earth counterparts," King Shark couldn't frown, exactly, but his head would wave back and forth, trying to keep Batman in sight with both eyes and failing due to how wide apart they were. "All we really share are two hemipenes. You want to see them?"

The King stood up, hands on his trunks, ready to lay the pink cocks on the table.

"No need," Batman said. "Any particular reason your coworkers might have for targeting you?"

The great shoulders shrugged as he sat back down.

"Suicide Squad, man. Half of 'em are crazy. I tried to tell 'em about hypertime..."

Killer Croc

"...fucking hypertime theories," Croc shook his head. "All these stupid conspiracy theories about alternate Earths. Worse than Fox News. Won't shut up about it. And if it's not that, it's his hemipenes! Bastard says he jerks 'em off with one in each hand, and always has these stories about these dudes and bitches he'd fucked, and...y'know, I know he's pansexual, but I'm not gay and I just don't want to hear about how he turned John Constantine's asshole inside-out, y'know?"

Croc lowered his head between his shoulders. "But, y'know, it beats being in Arkham Aslyum, and he's got my back in a fight. Like during that mess at the hospital."

"Your were stationed outside the delivery room, correct?" Batman said.

"Yeah. Flagg laid out the plan." Croc said. "They got some kind of threatenin' email, and he got real worked up about it, really pushed Waller. Good thing he did, right? That was a clusterfuck...sorry for the language..."

Rick Flagg

"Anonymous email. Brand new gmail account, only sent the one: long rambling screed about secret government devil-breeding program. One attachment: a picture of Lois Blaze-Lane with three targets drawn on it, one on her face, two on her stomach." Flagg said.

"So they knew she was carrying twins," Batman said. "Where did the photo come from?"

Flagg blinked. "What?"

"Lois took care not to have many photos taken during her pregnancy. I checked. Nothing on her social media, nothing in the Daily Planet. So where did they get the photo?" Batman said.

Flagg's eyes widened. "I...uh, damn. I don't know."

"Do you know who the father of Director Waller's child is?" Batman asked.

"No," he said firmly.

"Have you had sexual contact with anyone over the last few months?"

"Just Tatsu. We uh...we started hooking up, after missions. Married on the quiet a couple months back. She's keeping her name."

"He's hiding something," J'onn J'onzz said. "I could press..."

Batman stared Flagg in the eyes. The soldier drew his mouth into a straight line.

"Early on...before we were officially a couple...I had a couple hook ups," he didn't squirm, exactly, but seemed to psyche himself up for the confession. "I haven't told her. Haven't been with anyone else since we started, you know, really getting involved after missions."

"That was after Blaze joined the team, correct?" Batman pressed.

Katana

"Yes," the pregnant woman said. One hand remained on her sheathed sword at all times. The other lay on her belly. The swollen stomach stretched her t-shirt, which was white with the broad red rays of the rising sun, like the Japanese flag.

"Why did you start a relationship with Flagg?" Batman said. "We've known each other for years. Not exactly your style."

"You know how it can get, after a successful mission," Katana said. "The endorphins after a big fight. The joy of being alive. **** to lower inhibitions. I had always seen him go off with whatever woman took his fancy...and perhaps I grew jealous. It has been a long time since my husband died. I am still a woman."

Batman nodded. "Was it exclusive from the start?"

"On my end. I didn't...I don't date, Batman. I don't go to bars to pick up men. The first time, after the mission with Blaze, it was just...spontaneous. I think we both realized that. Everything was normal for a time. Then the next time...I noticed he stopped looking at other women. We grew close. I believe he stopped seeing other women when he began to see us as a couple."

"You married him. In secret." Batman said.

"A civil ceremony. Not a secret, but neither of us wanted to make a big deal of it. We weren't sure how Waller would react."

"This was before the attack on the hospital?"

Katana's eyes narrowed. "Yes."

"Before the warning of the attack?"

Katana nodded. "Yes."

Batman drew forth a photograph of Lois Blaze-Lane. There were three target icons on it.

"You recognize this photograph?"

The pregnant woman's hand gripped her own stomach tighter.

"Is that...the one that was attached to the email?"

"Do you know when and where it was taken?" Batman pressed. "Who took it?"

"No." Katana said, her knuckles white on the sword.

"She's lying," the Martian Manhunter said.

Deadshot

"So Katana took the photo?" Deadshot sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest. It kept his weapons from being pointed at either Batman or the Martian. His red monocular observed the cape crusader dully.

"Someone did. Someone who attended the baby shower." Batman said. "You weren't there?"

"No. I haven't been called to every mission, I'm not as close with Blaze as the others," the assassin said.

"What about Waller?" Batman said. "Are you close with her?"

"Boss-lady is a hardass. You know how she treats us. Utterly expendable. Wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire unless there was something in it for her."

"Do you know how she got pregnant?" J'onn J'onzz broke in.

"I can't imagine the kind of bastard that would willingly stick his dick in that swamp."

The Martian gave a tight-lipped smile, but said nothing.

"What about Flagg?" Batman said, changing the subject.

"Flagg is...good. Like, I don't think he'd shed a tear if I bought it, but when we're on a mission, he goes out of his way to try and make sure everybody gets back alive. Won't leave a man behind. Well, 'cept for that one time..."

Captain Boomerang

"Motherfucker left me swinging with my cock out above a bunch of steel pricks!" The Captain said. He was fidgety, and slightly sweating. "I swear, those bastards have no respect for me at all. I fight just as hard as any of them..."

"You are in distress," J'onn J'onzz observed.

Captain Boomerang shook his head. "I'm fine, just this rash on me privates..."

"Antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea," Batman said. "Among other things. How have things changed for you since Blaze came to the team?"

"Demon bint," he shuddered and scratched at his balls. "Makes my piss run cold whenever she looks at me. Like she's one to judge? She's got her own piece at home, and as soon as she comes on, everyone's getting knocked up and married...fuckin' Suicide Squad is becoming the Maternity Squad! Wouldn't mind so much if they threw some my way...even that fat cow Waller is in on the action now."

"Waller's pregnancy," Batman said. "Do you know who impregnated her?"

"Fuck no," Boomerang smiled. He drew his gloved hand out of his pants. "But if I did, I'd shake his hand and tell 'im to give it to her good and hard. What that cunt needs...but look here, if you want to know about Blaze, you should ask Harley. Thick as thieves those two."

Harley Quinn

"Angie's my bestie! Like, not my BFF, because I've got Ivy, but next to Pam, she's like...number two!" Harley smiled. "By the way Bats, how have you been? I heard you and Catwoman..."

"It was Blaze that gave you a penis, correct?" Batman said.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know how you guys do it with the toilet, I made so many messes the first couple times I had to pee, and Pam got so mad at me..."

"You attended Lois's baby shower?" He pressed.

Harley froze. "Yeah...?"

Batman slid a photo forward. "Do you recognize this?"

Her brow furrowed. "That's one of the photos I took. I think. Have to check the card."

"Did you share it with anyone?"

Harley shrugged. "We got an internal server. Suicide Squad only! Waller says it keeps us off social media. Good operational security! I posted all the pics there."

"Do you have any particular animosity with Director Waller?" Batman asked.

"Nah. We're pretty cool these days. She's been real good on the maternity benefits for Pammy, too, after that thing at the hospital."

"And after her own pregnancy," Batman said. "Do you know anything about that, Harleen?"

"Nope," Harley shook her head, features comically exaggerated. The Martian Manhunter tilted his green head.

"Harleen," Batman said. "You're familiar with psychological manipulation. Some trauma can cause selective amnesia. Repressed memories."

"Pfffft," Harley buzzed her lips. "You should know most of that Cold War Manchurian Candidate stuff is bullshit, all kinds of comic books and bad airport thriller stuff. Sure, you can do it, but doing it reliably takes a lot of time and effort, and the harder you try to Jason Bourne somebody the harder it is to get it to take, especially if you don't want to do permanent damage to their pysche..."

Her voice faltered. "...'course, if the person is already crazy, then folks might not recognize if they got a little crazier, right? I mean, it would just be...I mean, nobody would notice if I sudden developed, like a sex addiction or something, I..."

Her eyes grew wide.

"...oh fuck, am I the mole?"

Shade

"Khandaq. Waller had figured out a way to take away her demonic powers, at least temporarily. I don't normally associate with the Squad, but I do occasionally collect favors; Waller and I came to an agreement, and so I rescued Blaze from her prison. That is the beginning and end of my involvement with the Suicide Squad for the last little while...and here I am, lumped in with the rest of them."

Shade tilted his head and looked at the Martian curiously. "You know, I can actually feel you probe around in there. Very subtle, though. I appreciate that. Do try not to get drawn in too deep."

"How did Blaze react?" Batman pressed. "Did she seem agitated? Upset?"

"Rather composed, I should say. Confident. I really only know Blaze by reputation, and I would not want to cross her...but then again, she isn't quite what she once was, is she?" He smiled. "A demon, in love with a human. Almost tamed. Lost a bit of that edge. Yet still a demon, if you get on the wrong side of her. Like a wild animal that can never quite be domesticated."

Bane

"You look well," Bane hissed.

"You too," Batman nodded. "Keeping out of trouble?"

"I did as you asked. Kept tabs on them. Encouraged Waller to contact you for this. This business with the mole..." he stared Batman in the eye. "...you could have done the deepfakes, with the files I sent you."

"I know. I didn't." Batman said. "But I think I know who did."

Blaze

She entered the room, and almost immediately felt that something was wrong. Waller was there, alongside Batman and the Martian.

"I thought this was going to be a private interview," Blaze said as she took her seat, opposite the Batman. Waller on her left, the Martian standing to her right.

"We need to put our cards on the table," Batman said. "You and Waller have been the primary targets of the mole's assaults. The deepfakes were aimed to embarrass and humiliate, but you wouldn't care about that, neither would the others, very much. Waller is the only one who might suffer from such public spectacle...especially coming as it does after she was impregnated by an unknown party...and we need to know what role you had in that."

Waller's eyes widened, her face turned as she glared at Blaze.

"After the Khandaq mission," Batman said. "You met in her office. Had words. Not a threat exactly. What else did you do?"

Blaze took a breath and let it out slowly. She turned to stare at Waller.

"A fertility charm. It didn't affect any of your behavior. Just maximized your reproductive system. Coaxed you to ovulate early, ensured conditions were correct in your uterus for optimal fertilization and implantation. It did not affect your mindset, beyond perhaps making you a bit more sexually excited than normal. Should have worn off after a couple of periods."

"Except it didn't," Batman said. "Someone else found out about that. Someone who took advantage of Waller's supernatural fecundity...but that wasn't enough. They started to do other things. They couldn't act very much at first—a few minutes here and there. Yet they had access to enough information to contact the Squad's enemies. To make sure the right files got to the right people. Very difficult to trace."

"Who?" Waller said. "Dammit, who?"

"Katana's husband," the Martian Manhunter said. "Her first husband. Trapped inside her Soultaker sword. I felt traces of his influence. His spirit is powerful...he can possess the living. That's how he got you pregnant. You couldn't remember the details because you weren't in control. I felt traces of his control in Katana's mind...little blanks in her memory. I believe he's been manipulating her as she slept, to send out the information. She doesn't know."

Waller sank back, her eyes wide. "So...the father of my baby...?"

"Babies," Blaze said. The black woman glared at her, and the demon continued. "I mean, I'm guessing, but you're bigger than you should be for this far along, and the spell...well, multiples are more likely."

"The father is irrelevant," J'onn J'onzz said. "The spirit wouldn't have cared. Any male would do. What we have to decide is how to handle the problem at hand. If we confront Katana directly, the spirit in the sword will possess her...and we can't take the risk of harm to her or her child."

"So..." Blaze said. "What do we do?"

The four filed back into the room. Captain Boomerang was picking his teeth with one of his weapons. Bane was helping Harley Quinn put her hair up into pigtails. Deadshot was reading a dog-eared Stephen King novel. King Shark was telling Killer Croc about the Earth where he banged Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck at the same time. Shade had a hand on his cane, humming tunelessly to himself. Rick Flagg was on the floor, giving the seated Katana a foot massage. She had a white-knuckle grip on her sword.

Waller resumed her post at the podium. The jiggle of a mouse brought the deepfake porn back up on screen...and it started playing.

"Dammit," she muttered and tapped at the device.

Every eye in the room went to the screen. Full sound, the breasts shaking, face contorted as enthusiastic moans of pure animal lust echoed against the slap of balls on cunt...not Waller's voice at all, but still, to everyone sitting there it looked like the mature black woman was getting plowed by some well-hung hunk...

Batman was before Katana in a moment, his hands on her wrists, pinning her to the chair. Blaze was at the side and grabbed at the sword. The pregnant woman kicked viciously at the Caped Crusader's legs, and Rick Flagg reached for his backup piece...but then the Martian Manhunter lay a hand gently on his head, and the soldier's eyes rolled up into his head.

With a burst of strength, the demon ripped the magic katana from the pregnant woman's hand...and just like that she ceased struggling.

A smoky substance rose from the steel and coiled around the crimson forearm...and Blaze barked, and it retreated. She held up one hand and began to chant an old, old formulae...old when mud bricks were the hot new technology in the fertile crescent...when exorcisms quieted ghosts and **** them along to where they needed to be. The smoke rose up and collected itself in a ball. Black electricity sparked between the demon's horns, running up and down like a Jacob's ladder...and for just a moment, there was something like a face in that cloud...and then it dissipated, as though blown away on an unfelt breeze.

After

"So...that's how my day's been," Blaze said as she finished changing Blair's diaper. Blair made a face and filled his up. The demon booped the pink-skinned baby on the nose and tapped his little horns as she reached for a fresh diaper. "Exorcised the ghost of Tatsu's first husband, explained everything to the Squad, and that was that."

"Except you still don't know who knocked up Amanda Waller," Lois Blaze-Lane pointed out. The woman grimaced as she touched her toes.

"Even Waller doesn't know. Doesn't care, either."

"You don't think she's going to take some horrible **** on you?" Lois asked.

The demon shrugged. "She can unempower me at any time. Probably kill me if she really wanted to. I don't think she's really unhappy about being pregnant again. I mean, she's not so far along she couldn't have an abortion, if she really wanted to."

"You know that's not the point," Lois said. The reporter stared down at the roll of excess skin on her belly. "Ugh. I need a tummy tuck."

"I think you look gorgeous," Blaze said as she tossed the second nasty diaper in the bin. She gathered her babies into her arms.

"Just be careful the next mission Waller sends you on isn't your last!"