Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad: The Third Mission

"...and I told Ivy that it didn't even mean anything, it was just a blowjob, and I mean...you've seen Nightwing, right? Like what woman—dickgirl, whatever—could resist if he got down on his knees and asked to suck your cock?" Harley Quinn finished reloading, turned and fired.

The crossbow skewered one of the vampires right through the heart. It briefly burst into flames, and hit the floor as a pile of ash and an ancient military uniform. The wind blew enough of the cremains away to expose the rusty swastika.

"Harley, it's about commitment," Blaze said. Black lightning crackled from her fingertips. Her ward was the only thing keeping the Nazi vampires from escaping. Harley Quinn and the rest of the Squad were the only thing keeping the vampires away from Blaze. "You need to make it up to her. Show her you care. I mean, she's already hormonal, with the pregnancy and all—are you coming to the baby shower, by the way?"

"I thought y'all were waiting until she was five months?" Captain Boomerang said. His silver-edged boomerang cut a swathe among the undead racists and returned to his hand.

"She's sixteen weeks," Blaze said. "The invite is for next month, when she WILL be five months, on your six!"

Boomerang could throw with super-speed, and he had good reflexes besides that...but he was still only human. The skeletal thing with the CHarlie CHaplain mustache and the glowing red eyes wasn't even that. Before any of the Squad could stop him, the Nazi nosferatu clamped its long-fingered hands around Boomerang's neck and twisted. Bones cracked like dry twigs.

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

"The Aryan Nation has dug up—quite literally—the corpse one of the Nazi vampire projects," Amanda Waller's face was carefully neutral. "Your mission is to destroy the corpse, and any vampires. Questions?"

Killer Croc raised a hand. "Are we going to get, like silver bullets and garlic?"

"Silver is expensive, and you are expendable," Waller said levelly. "Katana and Blaze don't need extra weaponry; Boomerang has a silvered steel boomerang from the werewolf incident. The rest of you will be allowed access to...more cost-efficient weaponry."

Flagg picked up one of the crossbows. He smiled. "Killing Nazis."

Waller allowed herself a small smile. "That reminds me, captain: happy birthday."

Harley squeed. "OMG, we need to get you a cake!"

Killer Croc lowered his hand. "It's just, I'm allergic to garlic."

Now

Rick Flagg zipped up. Urine dribbled from the eyesockets of the fanged skull. Katana brought her mystic blade down on the vampire, which crumbled to dust as the dark spirit within was sucked into the folded steel.

"Flagg! We've got a problem!" Croc bellowed.

"I told Blaze I'd go to her damn girlfriend's baby shower!" Flagg roared back as he stomped across the battlefield.

"It's not that," the alligator-man said, his deep-set eyes downcast.

They stood in a circle around the body.

"Ah, shit," Flagg said. Captain Boomerang was face-down in the dust...but his stiff prick was pointed to the sky.

"**** erection," he said. "Damn. Harley get a body bag, we don't leave one of our own behind..."

"No," Blaze said. Black lightning crackled at her fingertips. "I can save him."

"Blaze, his neck is snapped. He's dead."

"I'll say when someone is dead!" The demon snapped back at him. She dropped down to her knees and carefully twisted Boomerang's face back the right way around. Broken bones distorted the skin of his neck at weird angles.

The words that came from her lips had not been a living language for a hundred generations of men. Black sparks flowed like mists from her fingertips. All around, they held their collective breath as bones shifted and ground, tissue stitched itself back together...and then the chest rose and the eyes widened in shock and horror as the Australian began to breath again.

"Fuck me," he muttered.

"Not even if you bathe," Blaze said with dreadful solemnity.

After

"...gappy birthday dear Fla-a-a-gg...Happy birthday to you," they sang off-key. Flagg blew out the candle on the cupcakes. They had pink frosting.

"Do you ever just like...like see your girlfriend walk around the apartment in her panties, watering the plants, and you'll just whip your dick out and start jerking off?" Harley said. "I mean like, I never used to do that before I got a dick, and now I have one and it's...holy fuck, just seeing that tight green ass, makes me want to nut worse than Mistah Jay and his puddin' pops."

Blaze smiled. Up until five beers ago, this had been a Nazi bar. Killer Croc had decided to redecorate, and now all the swastikas and shit were outside on a bonfire.

Flagg, pink frosting on his face, staggered off toward the bathroom. Katana waited four minutes before sauntering off after him.

"Do you think they know we know they're fucking?" Blaze asked.

"Flagg, he's like...like a super-boyscout. He loves to get laid, but he takes everything so seriously. Doesn't want the squad to be like 'Oh, fraternization!'" Harley hiccuped. "Can you fraternize with a woman? I mean, I guess you can, it's just such a sexist word you know?"

Boomerang had ice on his neck. "I wonder if Waller would swing a chiropractor," he said. "Or at least a masseuse. Maybe one of them with the young Japanese women that'll walk on your back."

Blaze smiled wider. Their team had pulled through another one. Mission accomplished.

After After

"She brought him back from the dead," Waller said.

"Yes'm," Flagg said. He stood at attention.

"From the sound of things, Blaze is getting...attached," Waller said.

"Yes'm."

"You know this line of work, Captain," the black woman stared at him levelly. "You also know what she's capable of. What do you think is going to happen when she loses one that she can't bring back."

He grimaced.

"Ma'am, we've had a high level of success these last few missions, and no casualties. In my professional opinon, Blaze is a damn good asset."

Waller leaned forward across her desk. "And what is your plan, Captain, if Blaze becomes a liability? If she prioritizes her teammates over a mission objective?"

Flagg didn't answer.

"It is not your position to think of these things, Flagg. It's mine. I just want you to know, we have something in the works. Blaze continues as part of the team, as long as she's productive. If she ever endangers a mission...I just want you to know there will be a stick to go with her carrot."

After After After

"...so then Harley texts me, and she's crying because Ivy has Nightwing tied up with all these vines in their apartment, and Ivy is sucking his dick..."

Lois Lane's head bobbed on her lover's cock. She had stayed up all night for Angie to get home, and the reporter reached down and fondled the great red balls as Blaze's left hand reached out and grabbed the reporter's stomach. The reporter had already sprung the news on Blaze. Twins.

"...it's all just such a mess, and I...by the Dark Gods, I never want to date ever again. I love being able to just come home and make love to my..."

Angelica Blaze paused. Her cock stiffened, and her whole body seemed to contract for a moment. Pent-up jizz pumped into Lois Lane's mouth, and the reporter stroked the shaft and swallowed every last drop.

The demon leaned back against the headboard.

"...marry me." She said.

Lois brought her lips up off the cock with a smack.

"What?"

"Marry me. I mean we're living together, in a committed relationship, you're pregnant, I..." Angie blinked, her thoughts raced too fast. "I love you."

Lois Lane grinned. She crawled up on the demon and straddled her lap. Superhuman stamina meant that Blaze's erections could last longer than human, even after cumming.

"Hmm. Well, you have kept your word. No supervillainy. And you are a very conscientious lover..." Lois bit her lip as she wiggled and lowered her pussy down onto Blaze's still-sensitive cock. Her distended abdomen between them.

"...and I think...I really do love you too," she said as her lips sought out her demon lover's.

After the baby shower would come the wedding.