"You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer,"

Lena

Coldness.

Blackness.

There was no hope.

All she could see was empty blackness. The evil magic brushes against her skin lightly, gently light caressing. The bitter cold biting her bare skin, trying to warm herself with her arms. She was weak, tired and scared.

Why are you denying this?

Lena covers her ears.

You were destined for this, child.

"Stop it!" She yells, her harsh words echoing throughout the darkness.

Her clammy hands touches Lena's shoulder but she didn't flinch away like she usually does. It didn't bother her anymore. There was no point in fighting against her anymore.

It's nice to know you're not fighting me. Her voice was eerie calm. This is a part of you. I'm a part of you.

"Why don't you just kill me?"

You're a part of me as I to you. We're the same person. Two sides of the same coin.

"You didn't answer my question."

I need you to survive.

Lena didn't say a word to the witch-goddess, bring her knees farther into her chest, just wishing that everything that happened over the past few months is just a dream. Just hoping that the world isn't consumed in the darkness like she was.

Morana laughs.

You still have hope that he is coming for you?

Silence.

Well don't worry about it. He's almost here…

Deadshot

He wasn't the type of person to believe in magic shit. Floyd Lawton always viewed magic as some bullshit 'pull a bunny out of top hat' trick. A scam to get native people to give you their money.

But seeing and feeling the power in air from the Enchantress and Morana, he was now a true believer.

The machine itself was a mix of technology and magic, moving like clockwork gears. A glowing otherworldly light emanating from the inside, it was almost a blinding white light. And at the ground from where the machine stood in its glory, was two figures.

He figures it was the Enchantress and Morana as they were both moving in some sort of synchronizing dance, surrounded in neon green cloudy mist. His body pressed against the pillars of the destroyed train station, away from the witches' slight.

"Hey everyone can see all this trippy magic stuff right?" Harley asks, peaking from behind the pillar.

"Yeah," Flag said. "Why?"

Harley shrugs. "I'm off my meds."

Deadshot nods, peaking from the pillars. "So that's your old lady huh?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna go handle mines." Deadshot said, pointing towards Morana/Lena. "You need to handle your shit. Get up there, smack her on her ass, tell her to knock this shit off."

Flag disagreed. "I don't think that would be wise. Gotta draw out the big one. My boys will detonate the bomb underneath him."

"And after we get rid of the big guy…how do we get them unpossessed?" Deadshot questions. "Perform an exorcism?"

Flag gives him an unsure look. Apparently, he hasn't figure that part out yet. Looking back at the witches, he reminds himself that was still Lena's body. Lena had to be in there still.

Then they spoke.

"I been waiting for you all night."

The sound of their voices sent shivers down his spine. There wasn't a trace of Lena's sweet soft spoken tone. This voice was cold, raspy and emotionless. A mockery of hers.

"Step out of the shadows, I won't bite."

He looks over to Harley, who just shrugs and starts to walk away from her hiding spot. Deadshot pulls her by her arm and pulls her close to him, preventing her from doing anything stupid.

"Why are you here? Because the soldier led you? And all for Waller?"

It disturbed Deadshot greatly how the witches were speaking at the same time, like they were one person.

"Why do you serve those who caged you? I am your allies…and I know what you want. Exactly what you want."

Suddenly Deadshot was surrounding in blinding white light. He feels his arm being tugged, looking down he sees it only Zoe. He looks up and sees he's on the streets of Gotham City. It was night.

Floyd looks down at his daughter, slightly confused but overwhelmed with love and tranquil. "Zoe, something wrong?"

"We're running late to meet Lena." She answers.

They continue to walk as soft puffs of snow gently fall from the gray gloomy skies. It was cold enough to see his own breath as he took deep breathes from running a moment ago. It was a busy yet beautiful night to be out, people walking them carrying shopping bags, Santa Claus in front of almost every store singing carols while asking for donations to charity.

"Daddy, are you gonna marry Lena?"

The question caught him off guard. "Marry?"

Zoe nods. "I just thought you liked her a lot."

"I do. But do you like her?" Floyd asks his daughter. If he is ever to get serious with any woman, Zoe's opinion always mattered. No questions ask.

"I do. She's really pretty and nice. I want her to stay around." Zoe answers honestly. "But Mama thinks she'll leave because you kill people."

He stops walking. How dare she-? Floyd thought furiously. "That's not true. That's a lie. She's lying to you."

Zoe looks at him. She was a nearly a teenager but her eyes were like a cooing baby. "Daddy, I know you do bad things. Don't worry, I still love you. And Lena would still love you if you told her."

"And I love you, hun."

They continue walking, making a turn into a small alley. The aroma of old garbage was stale in the cold rigid air.

"I'mma figure this out." Floyd tells her. "All right."

He felt a hand on her shoulder and instinctively went to defend himself against his attacker.

It was The Bat.

"It's over, Deadshot." Its voice was coarse gravel. "I don't want to do this in front of your daughter."

Floyd spun even as his wrist magnums snapped into firing position. The Bat was on him, fist slamming him in the face. Warm blood filling his mouth. Floyd fires a shot, it reflects off the Bat and bounces into the brick walls. The Bat lashes at him, and he felt his legs slip from under him and he fell to the icy ground.

As the Bat begins to attack him again, Floyd fires two shots from his wrist magnums straight into the Bat's eyes. The Bat's body stiffens and falls to the ground. Floyd gets up and looks at the dead Bat before him.

Something was off. He wasn't certain why.

"Floyd…"

He turns around and saw Lena standing there, visibly shaking and scared. Panic began to overwhelm him.

I didn't want her to see this.

"Lena…I…you weren't supposed to-"

"Floyd they're trying to trick you." Lena said, her voice alarmed and urgent. "This isn't real. This isn't real."

"What? Who?" He was trying to understand her. "Lena who?"

Lena drops her head, not answering his question. He attempts to move to her but his legs refused to move, like they were glue down. He watches as an inhuman hands appear from behind her, a dark cloud growing and pulsating, giving off and evil presence.

"LENA!" He yells. "LENA!"

Why wasn't she moving? He thought, trying to break from whatever was holding him back.

She finally looks at him, her soft brown eyes replaced with bright glowing red eyes. "WAKE UP, FLOYD!"

The whiteness dissolved, replaced by harsh reality. Deadshot felt like he just came from a deep trance. El Diablo was standing in front of him, like he been standing there this would time trying to get him to wake up.

"It's not real." Said Diablo.

"I-I killed the Bat." Deadshot said.

"No homie, you don't want that." Diablo said.

"What? I want that." Harley said, sounding disappointed her dream was interrupted.

Diablo shook his head. "They're trying to play games with you man. It's not real."

"He's right." Flag spoke. "It's not real."

Diablo was the first to step out of the shadows with the others following him. He watches as the witches stare at him intensely, amused that their spell was broken so easily.

"How long have you been able to see?" The Enchantress questions, pointing at Diablo.

"My whole life. You can't have them. These are my people right here." Diablo said. "You two don't belong here."

"But it is our time." The Enchantress said. "The sun is setting and the magic rises. The meta-humans are a sign of change."

Deadshot steps closer to the witches, not intimidated by either of them. His heart is threatening to burst out of his chest. If he was going to try to get through to her, might as well start now.

Morana looks at him, stalking towards him like a lioness stalks her prey, her neon red eyes never leaving his. "Floyd Lawton…I thought you wouldn't show up."

"Get out of her." He demanded. "Lena…sweetheart…I know you can still here me…"

Morana tilts her head, Lena's head, to the side, cracking a grin on her features. "You think this is how it works? You poor thing…Lena is probably dead and you don't even know it."

"I want her back." He aims his gun at her. "Last warning, bitch. Get. Out. Of. Her."

"Not a chance. She's mines." She pulls out two swords from her back. "Tell me, Deadshot. How would you like to die tonight?"