(Y/n) nodded. “As stated in my report, El Diablo got agitated when I brought up what happened to his family, which resulted in his core temperature rising and the security measures to be activated. But he never once acted aggressive towards me. This report is more about–”
“What did the two of you talk about?” Waller interrupted.
(Y/n) pursed her lips, frustrated at the interruption. “I’m sorry ma'am?”
Waller leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, disregarding the file in front of her and giving (y/n) the full force of her piercing gaze. “I’ll repeat myself. What did the two of you talk about?”
“I, uh, I don’t see how that is relevant.” (Y/n) said. Why she didn’t want to share she wasn’t sure, but she knew he had told her the things he had in an intimate moment, and that she shouldn’t have shared.
Waller raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you anything? You have a degree in psychology (y/l/n). What feel did you get from him?” When she hesitated, the older woman sat back in her chair. “I hope you remember that I am the one who controls your career (y/l/n). I can have Commander Griggs punished in ways you cannot imagine, and give you a transfer, or I can tell him you came to me and let him handle it himself. I’m under the impression that you aren’t the first transfer he’s ‘hazed’.”
(Y/n) bit her bottom lip, weighing her options. On the one hand, he had shared that with her in a personal moment, and she had shared with him as well. She knew she wouldn’t have wanted him to repeat what she had said, so why should she share his confession. But on the other hand, she didn’t want to stay at Belle Reve, and Griggs deserved to be punished for what he’s done. She had heard whispers in the past few weeks that she wasn’t the only female guard he had been inappropriate with, nor the first he had tried to punish when it hadn’t gone his way. He couldn’t get away with that. If Diablo hadn’t been in a good mood she could have drowned, not to mention what he could have done while she was unconscious or paralyzed. And he was a criminal. He had killed his family. Waller should have that information.
(Y/n) did a good job of hiding her emotions, but Waller was no normal human, and she saw the conflict on the younger woman’s face. Waller suppressed a smile and waited for her to crack.
“He…” (Y/n) sighed. “He said he was the one who killed his family. And he’s completely guilt ridden by it. He eats, but only to stay alive, he exercises, but only to pass the time. He wants to be alone. Solitary confinement suits him. And…” She trailed off.
“What?” Waller demanded.
“And, I’m pretty sure the only reason he hasn’t killed himself is because he feels like he hasn’t suffered enough yet. He thinks death is a relief he shouldn’t be allowed to have because of what he did.”
Waller nodded. “Thank you (y/l/n) for that insight. I’ll have this report processed and Griggs will be brought up on charges, and me and Commander Flag will discuss your transfer immediately.”
“Really?” (Y/n)’s face lit up at that, though she did seem surprised at being dismissed so suddenly.
Waller nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll see what I can do. There are no promises, but I think it’s safe to say I have an eye on you for a special project I’m working on. You’re dismissed.”
She nodded. “Thank you very much.”
Waller kept a pleasant smile on her face until the door closed behind her. Once the other woman had left she turned to Flag, glaring. “What?”
“Nothing.” He held up his hands defensively. “I’m just not used to you smiling that’s all.”
She shrugged. “I know how to get what I want Commander. She had valuable information that we needed.”
Flag’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah, see, I don’t get that. Why did you have her locked in with him for the night when everything she told us about Diablo we already knew?”
“We didn’t know the part about him wanting to die.” Waller stood up and walked across her office, to the small table where she kept a very old, very expensive bottle of scotch. “Which I would say is an important fact. If he doesn’t fear the bomb in his neck, what’s to stop him from running off or going on a killing spree?”
Flag nodded, seeing the danger that would put the world in. “Alright, I’ll give you that, but still. That’s something any psychologist could have told you. Hell, even Harley probably would have been willing to give you that for a fancy cup to go with her cappuccino maker.”
“Flag,” Waller filled the bottom of the glass, “you’re not seeing the big picture. I didn’t care what she told me, the important part was that she did it.”
“Why?” Flag looked at her suspiciously. “What do you have planned for her?”
She took a sip of her scotch, rolling it around in her mouth and savouring the taste before answering. “She is going to be El Diablo’s handler. The same way you handle Dr. Moon.” She ignored the way he clenched his jaw at that and took another sip. “The problem with that one is that he’s practically a God