"And on the floor I'd be lying cold, lifeless"


Deadshot

Floyd was escorted back to his cage. When he returned, there was a new professional-grade punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Boxing gloves sat on a thick new mattress. Along with a steaming steak dinner.

He stares at it as if it was a mirage, then the aroma reaches his nose. He impaled the ribeye on a fork-stainless steel-and tasted it.

No. It is real.

He almost didn't see the plate of a slice chocolate cake topped with vanilla ice cream and walnuts. It didn't make sense. He didn't like chocolate cake.

But Lena did.

It was what she had on their first date.

How the fuck did they know about his first date with Lena? Have they been on his trail all this time?


First dates are the hardest.

Floyd Lawton was the man with a plan. The man who can never miss a target. But when it comes to first impression with a woman, he was clueless.

He didn't know what to wear. He didn't know what people wore on actual dates. The last time he was on a date was…much too long ago. He and Susie had maybe a couple of dates before she got pregnant with Zoe.

The marriage itself was doomed to failed to begin with, but his ex-mother-in-law insisted that he and Susie needed to get marry as soon as possible, to avoid having a 'bastard' child.

But this time, it's going to be better.

He settled on wearing a grey button up dress shirt that was dressy yet casual at the same time along with a pair of cargo shorts.

His cell phone vibrates. He picks it up from his bed to see it's a text message from Lena. It read: Where are you taking me? I'm DYING to know, Lawton.

A smirk flash on his lips. The woman was impatient but it finds it attractive for some reason. He knew she was the type of person who doesn't take shit from anyone.

Even from a man with a deadly aim.

He pulls up to a nice apartment building that's located in the 'good' part of Gotham City. Floyd was surprised to how a photographer can afford to live in a place like this.

He texts her that he's outside and waits for her. He plays with the radio, trying to find a station that she might like. He doesn't know what she likes music wise so he settles on a station that plays alternative rock. Floyd looks from the passenger side and, from a distance, sees Lena fixing her hair a bit at the door.

She wore a light blue/gray sundress with thin straps with gray flats. Her light brown hair was loose and wavy. He watches as she keeps fixing her hair out of nervousness. She straightens out her dress before stepping out the door.

Floyd quickly gets out of the car to open the passenger door for him. He looks over Lena again, admiring how beautiful she looks. She blushes, looking down at her feet nervously.

"You're making me blush." Lena mumbles.

How cute.

"So?"

"So," Lena said, looking up at him, her cheeks a shade of cherry red. "I'm embarrassed. That's so."

Floyd laughs. "So what I'm not suppose look at your beautiful self?"

Lena covers her face with her hands. "You're doing it again! Stop looking at me!"

Despite her protest, Floyd can see her smiling through her hands. He reaches to firmly remove her hands from her face. "I take it you're not the "social butterfly?"

She shakes her head, cheeks still cherry red. "You have to understand…I avoid dating because…I'm not interesting enough."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. Not interesting enough? "Ok? And what jackass told you that?"

He waits for her to respond, watching as she looks at him straight in the eyes. "Me."

"You?"

"I'm not good with talking to people…especially guys." Lena admits. "I understand if you want to leave- "

Floyd is the type of person to think before he acts. But for some reason, listening to Lena speak low of herself, going far as to think that she's 'not interesting enough' for himself, cause him to act on impulse. His hands cupping her face and bringing it closer to his own until her soft lips touch his. He feels her body tense up and for a moment he thinks that he made a huge mistake.

Until she starts to kiss him back.

A small groan escape from the back of his throat, his hands going from her face to her shoulders and he pulls her closer to him. She starts to pull away from him. His heart was pounding against his chest as he breathes hard and slow. They look at each other for what seems like forever.

Floyd finally spoke. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I didn't mean to go-I mean-the kissing-" He stumbles on his words. He honestly can't think straight at the moment.

"Is this your way of telling me you like me a lot?" Lena asks.

"At the time, it felt like the right choice."

"I'm glad you do." Lena took his hand into hers, squeezing it a bit.


The sounds of cracking thunder brought him back into reality. He looks out the small window of his cement cell. The sky was a shade of dark gray with huge cotton ball-like clouds. There was this sudden feeling of emptiness Floyd always felt when he thinks of Zoe or Lena. Ever since he was put in this hellhole, he never received a letter from Zoe.

A part of him thinks it's because of Susie.

The other part believes because Zoe hates him now.

It killed him inside to think that the two people he loved more than his own life hated him. He can't blamed them.

He is the one who killed people.

Kill hundreds of people without a thought and slept like a baby at night.

Clenching his fist, Floyd looks back at the slice of chocolate cake-ice cream started to melt a bit- before taking out his fears and frustration out on the punching bag.


Lena

Thunderstorms made it hard to sleep. Especially the thunder.

Lena sat on a large sofa chair, reading a book with earbuds turned up to maximum volume to cancel out the thundering. She was in the same room as Rick and June. Waller gave her the option to be in a separate room with someone else. Lena declined her offered, feeling uncomfortable at the thought about being away from June.

Well, it was more like she can't be away from June. Maybe it was actually the sisterly witchy bond of the Enchantress and Morana.

Feeling a bit more irritable, Lena gives up on reading and removes the earbuds. She looks over to June who was asleep on the bed, still wearing her gray hoodie. She looks over at Rick as he stares out the window eating a drumstick.

"Enchantress…"

Lena snaps her head back to June. She was frowning in her sleep. She quickly moves over to the bed.

"June?"

"Enchantress." Her voice dark and deep.

June transforms so quick Lena didn't have the time to register what was happening. The Enchantress was in a crouching position on the bed. She gave Lena a devilish smile before looking past her shoulders.

She can hear the sounds of Rick grabbing his gun. The Enchantress crawls towards Lena, her hands caressing the side of her face. Lena shivers.

"Lena. Sweet Lena Roth." She speaks. "I need you to bring out my sister."

"Get away from her." Rick orders. "Bring back June."

Lena watches as the Enchantress looks at Rick before looking back at her. "Bring out Morana or else…"

The room suddenly changes. Lena looks around to see that she and Rick was inside hospital room. A few feet from them was June, lying unconscious with a tube in her mouth. She was hooked up to an IV's and had electrocardiogram stickers all over her body.

Lena's heart drops at the sound of a flat line.

June was dead.

She watches as Rick cradles June head, calling her name. He screams for her to wake up. To her left, she saw her own body lying dead on a cot. A grim-faced nurse watches as Floyd sobbed over her body.

Lena covers her mouth, trying to hold back a sob that threaten to escape her throat.

The room changes again. The Enchantress stares back at her. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to June would you?"

"Please," Lena says, her voice threatening to crack. "don't hurt her..."

The Enchantress touches her face again. "Then say it."

Closing her eyes, Lena lets the name slip past her lips. "Morana."