It's been 3 years since the four horsemen pulled of their grand act and got accepted into the eye, now it's time for another performance. To pull this trick off they're going to need help from a couple of newbie magicians.

"Scars are apart of us, they symbolize the past. In away so do tattoos." The muscular man stood before me his shirt thrown carelessly off in the distance. There were so many names. So many deaths. My fingers traced the ink intensely. As my hands rested on his chest his breathing intensified. "How about you sweetheart, any scars?" Deadshot/OC