"I can't survive a life that's without you, that's without you, yeah,"
Deadshot
As they walk among the streets of the ruin city, he daydreams a bit about Zoe and Lena. He thinks of the three of them in the ice cream shop back in Gotham City, he's ordering their favorite flavors as Lena would show Zoe pictures see took on the job. It was such a simpler time in his life.
He wished his life was simple.
Harley was walking ahead of him, her hips swaying back and forth like a hypnotic dance. It was almost like she was doing it on purpose. To get a rise out of him.
She is a very attractive woman, no doubt about that. But even if he wasn't still in love with Lena, he wouldn't dare to fool around with the Joker's girlfriend. Word around Gotham City is that the clown prince of crime got a nasty jealous side.
He increases his walking pace until he was side-by-side with Harley. He clears his throat a bit. She grins a bit.
"What's wrong? Cat gotcha tongue?" She teases. "Like what you see?"
"I see what you're trying to do," Deadshot said as they continue to walk.
"Oh? What's that?" She asks innocently.
"Flirting." Deadshot tells her. "And I don't mess with girls with crazy boyfriends. Especially if their boyfriend is the Joker."
She giggles at him, almost sounding child-like. "Mistah J doesn't mind when I look at other guys."
"But he minds if other guys are lookin at you."
Before she could reply to his statement, Slipknot manages to toss a grapple on the edge of a balcony and launched himself upward towards the walls. Captain Boomerang tosses his boomerang at Katana's legs but she leaps forward in flip, completely missing it. She corners him against the brick wall, the blade of her sword inches from his neck.
"Hold your fire," Flag orders his men.
Flag and his men had their weapons aimed at Slipknot as he made his escape away from the group. He scrambles onto the rooftop.
There was a loud boom and mid-way into his leap to the next rooftop, Slipknot was now dandling against the wall. His head was gone.
"Now that's a killer app." Harley laughs.
Flag found the others staring at them. He shows them his cell phone: their mugshot showing on the screen, a red button under each of them.
"Okay. You wanna keep playing the Hollywood Squares version of 'I'll Blow Your Fucking Head off?" He questions, his tone irritated. "Are you next?"
"You trippin, homie." El Diablo spoke.
Flag ignores him, looking directly at Deadshot. "You next, Deadshot?"
Deadshot approaches Flag until he was in his face, his hand resting on his pistol. "Did you threaten me?"
"Oh yeah,"
He nods. "You just threatened me." He points at Flag as he walks away from him.
"I'm gonna kill him," Deadshot tells Harley in a low voice.
"Well you better make it quick." She said, her bat resting on her right shoulder. "Because he's gonna kill us all. One by one."
"I'm gonna drop him, then sword lady, maybe five or seven of these SEALs." Deadshot explains as they continue to walk in a slow pace. "After that, I'm gonna need some help. You down?"
"Always," Harley says. "but what about the shit in our necks?"
"Your friend's gonna help us out with that, right?" He asks her.
She stops in her tracks. She gives him a flirty grin. "You're my friend, too."
"Stay evil, doll face. Spread the word."
"Unbelievable," Deadshot said, looking at an ambulance, overturned and on fire. It has been looted for whatever drugs it was carrying.
The group turned left and headed around the Tenth Street circle, then took the third outlet to Mooney Drive. Their target, according to Flag, was only five blocks away. They carefully move through the city wreckage.
Mooney Drive was littered with corpses. Plies of them tossed aside like garbage. Flag gestures them to stop as he steps closer.
"That's weird," Harley said, walking up to where Flag stood.
"What's weird?"
"No one here's young." She said. "Or strong. These guys are old and crippled." She points to a walker a few feet away. It was bent out of shape. "Like they were rejected."
"Rejected for what?" Deadshot asks.
"Yeah, what you said." Harley respond.
Flag's radio beeped. GQ's voice could be heard through the static.
"Jefe. We got people up here."
"Rodger. Coming to you." Flag respond.
Deadshot watch the SEALs intently. A half-dozen cars were overturned and on fire. A school bus had crashed into a clothing store window, its front half inside, its back half gone as if torn off and thrown away.
Flag lowers his weapon and pulls on GQ by the arm. "We're diverting. Bump out second squad two blocks east," he whispers. "Once they're set, we'll pass through you and continue north."
From a distance, Deadshot can make out a few silhouette figures ahead of Flag and his men. Capt. Boomerang was standing next to him.
"Hey, I like these odds, mate." He whispers to Deadshot. "Just say when."
"Yeah." Harley whispers, squeezing herself between the two men. "C'mon."
"Everyone be cool for a minute." Deadshot tells them.
Harley pouts at him. "Why?"
For some strange reason, he was having a bad feeling about this. He saw Flag on his radio. "Be right back. Don't do anything stupid."
He makes his way to Flag and waits for him to finish his call.
"What?" Flag asks.
"Why is everyone here trippin?" Deadshot questions.
Flag nods towards a vehicle parked a short distance up the street. Moving shadows crouched behind it. Deadshot lowers his mono into place, and raised his carbine for a closer look. His crosshairs swept the vehicle, then landed on a figure hiding behind it. For a moment, he figures it was a Midway city firefight or police officer.
Then the figure turns, and he was now staring at a large, black, misshapen mass sitting on top of a semi-human body with its limbs twisted in an unnatural way. It looks like it was covered in dry cracked tar.
Deadshot pulls back, stunned. He didn't know what he was looking at, but knew it had to be killed and kill fast.
"What the hell is that?"
"You cut and run and I'll blow your head off." Flag warns.
Deadshot didn't question him further, just pulls out his AK-47, aiming at one of the humanoid creatures. He can feel the tension in the air. No one knows what exactly these things are.
Suddenly, the creature charges, darting from behind the vehicle. The Squad and SEALs raised their weapons, ready to fire on command. The creatures were all moving inhumanly fast and coming from every direction at once.
"Hit 'em," he bellowed. "Now aim for their eyes. They can't attack what they can't see!"
No shit, Deadshot thinks angrily.
Even after several hundred rounds, they still kept coming. Two SEALs toss most of their hand grenades at the creatures, but it only made them scatter into different directions.
Deadshot clipped several of them, but his weapons weren't powerful enough to put them down. One the creature moves past him quickly, completely ignoring him. He found it extremely weird. Until he saw several of the creatures overwhelming and dragging Flag away.
"Get off me! Get off me you sons of bitches!" He curses, shooting at them.
Harley looks back at Flag and then looks at Deadshot, a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Good riddance!"
"Harley! He dies! We die!" He shouts at her.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. The woman probably forgotten about Waller's threaten about killing them herself if anything happens to Flag. She runs towards the creatures and Flag, her wooden bat in hand, and swings at the creatures hard. The creatures' bodies shatter like they were made out of glass. When she was done, Harley helps Flag up to his feet.
"Thanks," he tells her.
"Shut up," she said annoyed.
Deadshot kept firing, no longer concern with dying. He charges at the creatures, even as the bullets from their guns impacted his body amor, it didn't pierce it. It hurt like hell but it didn't stop him.
Deadshot didn't care.