5 Months ago
"This is all your fault you know." Deadshot muttered as Batman held his elbow against his neck.
"Lawton. I warned you." Batman said with a growl.
"So... you figured it out huh?" Deadshot asked with a smile.
"Yes. You know I did. Why did y-"
"You think just because I'm not a detective means I'm an idiot? ...Bruce..."
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9 Months Ago...
"THAT'S RIGHT BOYS! SPREAD THAT FEAR!" The Scarecrow said with an evil cackle.
Floyd Lawton watched as the rest of Scarecrow's gang ran down the street. Attacking and mugging people on sight.
"This is stupid..." Floyd muttered under his breath. "Boss? Why are we doing this?"
"Why? WHY?! Because... because we can!"
"But... why? It seems pointless. What are we going to gain from this?"
"FEAR!!! FEAR IS WHAT WE'RE GAINING!!!! The people will know to fear u-"
"Whatever weirdo." Floyd said as he fired his gun into the Scarecrow's kneecap.
"AGH! The PAIN!!!! Oh god... oh jesus sweet christ..."
Floyd looked down at the grovelling freak show rolling on the floor beneath him. He glanced up at the rest of the gang attacking people in the street and shrugged before firing his rifle.
BRAKABRAKABRAKABRAK!!!!
The other gang members bodies collapsed on the floor. Each with several bullets to the head. Floyd turned and started to walk down an alleyway before pulling his phone out.
"Hey Zoe... baby girl. Y'okay? Good. Listen... I got fired from work today... I'll think of someth-"
"I'd hang up if I was you." A voice said from above.
"...baby girl. I've gotta go." Floyd said as he switched the phone off.
"You killed 7 people back there." Batman said as he jumped down.
"7 CRIMINALS! I'm not into the whole mugging citizens thing."
"I don't care." Batman said. "Blackgate Prison is going to have a new member soon."
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The Iceburg Lounge, 6 Months Ago...
"So... what do I do?" Floyd asked as he walked in.
"You're great with a gun right?" The bouncer asked. "Boss wants you to be his assassin."
"Yeah but... why the costume?" Floyd asked as he looked at his gloves.
"It's very simple Mister Lawton.." A fat balding man in a tuxedo said as he waddled into the hallway. "Nowadays everyone with a certain kind of skill is getting into spandex and running wild. Only makes sense you wear one too aye?"
"Costume? You mean like Batman?"
"Yes! But enough about Batman! You want to get paid right? Well I've got a job for ya!"
"Name it!" Deadshot said with a grin.
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5 Months Ago, Floyd's apartment...
"No way boss. Not after last time."
"I thought you were the best Mr Lawton. What?! You're too afraid of Batman that you're not going to kill him for me?"
"I don't kill heroes. I'm fine with that whole mafia boss crap. I don't wanna get my hands dirty like that."
"Not even for $50 million?"
"...Fine."
"I have a GREAT costume made for ya! Less useful then the one you're currently wearing... but in this case I don't think taking him on headfirst is going to work..."
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"How much you willin' to pay Floyd?" Sam asked as he held the files in his hand.
"Just hand it over Sam..." Floyd said as he snatched it from Sam's hands.
DNA Match: Bruce Wayne.
"Hard to believe ain't it?" Sam asked as he grabbed the file back.
"Wayne?! What reason would he have to dress up like a bat?!"
"No idea. Don't care. I'm selling this to the highest bidder!" Sam said with a toothy grin.
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Gotham City Hall...
Deadshot lay on top of the rooftop. Sniper Rifle in hand. Bruce Wayne stood on top of a stage surrounded by dozens of people.
"Sorry about this fella..." Deadshot muttered as his finger started to squeeze the trigger.
"AND THAT PEOPLE OF GOTHAM! IS EXACTLY WHY THE PEOPLE OF THE EAST END NEED OUR HELP!"
"Wait... what?" Deadshot thought as he glanced over the scope.
"FOR TOO LONG HAVE THEY BEEN FORCED TO SUFFER FROM VIOLENT CRIMES AND POVERTY!"
"Aw crap." Deadshot thought. "zoe..."
Deadshot sighed as he stood up and folded his sniper rifle onto his back. He looked back at the event before walking away.
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"Sorry about this Sam..." Deadshot said as he fired a bullet through Sam's apartment window, directly into his head.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" A voice yelled.
"This is all your fault you know." Deadshot muttered as Batman held his elbow against his neck.
"Lawton. I warned you." Batman said with a growl.
"So... you figured it out huh?" Deadshot asked with a smile.
"Yes. You know I did. Why did y-"
"You think just because I'm not a detective means I'm an idiot? ...Bruce..."
"Why did you kill that man?!" Batman said. Not an ounce of surprise in his voice.
"Because... I owe you one." Deadshot said simply. "By the way... that guy there has a file holding your secret identity..."
"You're scum Lawton."
"I know."
"But now you're a different kind of scum."
"How so?"
"You're wearing a costume. You'll be sent to Belle Reve this time."
"So?"
"They'll kill you."
"Or I'll kill them. Do I really look like a guy who cares about dying?"
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Belle Reve, 2 Days ago...
"15 accounts of murder. One account of attempted murder. How many inmates have you killed since you arrived here Lawton?" Amanda Waller asked.
"7." Deadshot said bluntly from his cell.
"How many of them were on Green Lantern's level?"
"4..."
"You're scum Lawton." Amanda said with a smile.
"I know. What do you want Ms Waller?"
"I have... a proposition for you.." Amanda said as she handed a file over. Deadshot looked at the headline on top.
"What the hell's Task Force X?"
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