Not Your Call (Captain Boomerang x Reader)

 Contains spoilers for the film, Suicide Squad. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION!

 Captain Boomerang (c) DC Comics
 You (c) yourself




 "Hello, toots."

 You fiercely turned around in your seat to eye the infamous Captain Boomerang staring at you. You rolled your eyes, obviously tired of the thrower's attempts to woo you.

 "What do you want, Digger?" you growled.

 You took note of the other teammates you were assigned with eyeing the pair of you, Deadshot growing a grin along with Harley. El Diablo seemed to be in his own world with Katana but the snickering shitless Killer Croc knew he was going to enjoy this. They all were.

 Throughout the journey to stop Enchantress before finding out Flag's crap, you were often at Digger's throat, threatening to him to stop mooching off about how cute you looked like his pink unicorn, to which you weren't afraid to take away from him. And stop calling you "toots".

 What was worst though was his annoying talk with Deadshot and the others about it. He really enjoyed seeing you flare up about it and loved it when you would turn around and give him full on attention. That was why he did it anyway. To get you to start talking to him, even if it was nothing but blowing at him.

 You suspected the others would catch on considering Boomerang chatting among them about you, hoping to see you tick off, but you made sure they never brought the subject up of Digger trying to hook up with you.

 Though, you were at fault for liking the guy, especially his brilliant toned accent. It was no doubt yet you were afraid he might be a pervert for his liking of pink unicorns to which was why you stayed away. However, it didn’t stop you from yelling your head off for his blabbering about you.

 “I just wanted to know how you were feeling,” Digger said, in his amazing Australian accent.

 You felt your knees shake upon the hearing of that accent. Gawd, couldn’t he just get rid of it or something? It was so smooth and rough. Kind of like he was.

 “About what?” you asked, hoping the next round of words were short.

 “About you know…the crap Flag pulled,” Digger said. “I mean…here we are doing their job and it’s like…why should we be doing their favor, you know? We’re probably not going to get what we want in the end.”

 You gulped and nodded, quietly agreeing to what he said. You took a sip of your drink.

 You eyed Harley smiling at you, happy to see you and Digger talking to each other as she found it “cute”. You wanted to question her about it but never mind it since she’d had reasons you probably wouldn’t understand.

 “Eh, whatcha drinking?” Digger asked, eyeing the drink.

 You held up the drink, examining it as if it would give him an answer.

 “It’s (d/n),” Harley answered. “Her favorite.”

 You sighed in relief, glad that she got your back for that. You titled your head to see that Deadshot was attempting to sip on his but kept shaking it. You knew he wanted to laugh at what he was about to see. He did want to see a repeat of you charging over to Digger and blow your head off at him, noting of how red you were getting. And when Digger would smartly reply back, it was a slap to the face.

 You heard Killer Croc’s grumbling snorting behind you, ready to enjoy the scene with Deadshot. It was about to happen now.

 This was what you hated. You hated Digger for starting this. They all enjoyed how “cute” it was when you both argued. And you hated it even more when he would flap his mouth open with that gawd thrilling accent. What the f*ck?!

 “So, sheila,” Digger said. “I’ve been meaning to ask you…what do you think about me?”

 You turned to him, appalled. “What?”

 "What do you think of me? Y’a know? Like…umm, am I ok? Too irritating? What?”

 Your eyes widen at this. “Why are you asking me?”

 “Well, I just…don’t know…wanna know,” he said. “You always keep quiet. The only person I’ve seen you talking to so far is with Harley. And since you know I like talking to Deadshot about you…do you do the same to her?”

 Harley smiled and turned to you, obviously giving away the answer.

 At that moment, you wanted shout at her for a warning, to dare not give away anything you said about Digger. Especially concerning his annoying can be overcame by his accent.

 “She likes accents,” Harley admitted. “Accents are her favorite to hear.”

 HARLEY! you wanted to scream at her, feeling your powers about to shower at her. Yet, you kept calm and reeled them back, hoping Digger be too stupid to hear.

 However, like the smartass he was, he heard loud and clear.

 “Oh really?” he smiled, his accent getting deeper and louder.

 You felt your knees weaken again, feeling that they were about to push you off your chair, due to how shaking you were at Boomerang’s accent.

 You felt yourself ready to get up but he called you by the name again to which you didn’t like. You let it slip by last time but you weren’t going to let it by now.

 “So, toots, ya like my tone?” Digger asked, mischievously.

 You clenched your fists and faced him. “Call me toots…again,” you warned.

 Digger sniggered and shoved himself close to you, his nose almost touching yours. “Toots,” he sang, like it was an insult.

 There was the sound of a cheek being rammed, powers going off and a yelp ringing throughout the bar. You huffed and stormed off to the restroom, wanting to cool down from the mess.

 At that moment, Deadshot and Killer Croc roared into laughter, shaking their heads at Digger who appeared to be recovering from your blows. Harley in turn giggled as well, alerting Katana and El Diablo to see what happened to Digger.

 Digger got up from the floor and dusted himself off.

 “Man, I don’t know how you handle women,” Deadshot said. “But umm…you know she doesn’t like to be called that. And she keeps denying you. So…why do you keep trying anyway?”

 Digger smiled and sat back on his chair, laughing. “Well, my friend,” he said. “It’s all in the eyes. You see, (y/n) wants to show that she doesn’t want me, but in reality, she can't help but be attracted. It's kind of like....a boomerang. She keeps throwing herself away but no matter how far she goes, she keeps coming back, wanting more. And I like it."

 Deadshot in turn just rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink. "Cause she's cute," he answered.

 "Damn right, she is," Digger said. "And she's mine. So don't ya'll think you have a chance."

 "Hey, I was once married, but I like the single cash life," Deadshot said.

 "She's like my sister," Harley said.

 "I enjoy your fighting," Killer Croc boomed, laughing.

 Captain Boomerang snickered. "Won't be long before she returns back to me now," he hummed.