"Oh, the sparrow flies with just the crumbs of loving spilled, yeah."

Deadshot

It was only a few minutes later when they reached the atrium, a soaring, inspiring cathedral of glass in the center court of the vast government complex. Flag checked the blueprints then headed toward the closet stairwell.

"This way," he said. "Elevator is not trustworthy. We're taking the stairs. It'll be good for your cardio."

"The stairs?" Capt. Boomerang complains. "I definitely did not sign up for this." He looks over the stairs and then back to the group. "Hey where's ole' cuckoo bird? She ain't here, mate."

"Maybe a dingo ate her." Deadshot retorted.

Capt. Boomerang laughed. "We can hope, mate. We only can hope."

As the group advances into the stairway, the ding of an elevator goes off. Looking up, Deadshot sees Harley inside the elevator, smiling and waving at the group as it takes her up.

"Goddamnit. Harley!" Deadshot curses. "Go, go, go, go!"

They run up the stairs, trying to beat Harley before she got off the elevator. His legs were burning and screaming for him to stop but he didn't. They made it to the floor a minute before Harley's elevator did.

Deadshot, Katana, Flag and Croc waited for the elevator doors to open. When it does so, Harley was holding her bat over her shoulders, a dead creature lying near her feet.

"Hey guys." She said merrily, stepping over the dead creature as she exits the elevator. "C'mon. Let's go."

Deadshot watches as she walks away, unsure if he should be afraid of her or impressed on how she took out one of those damn monsters and act like it was nothing.

The office area was large. Workstation cubicles filled nearly every open space. The lights were down, and the group, weapons ready, enters inside carefully.

"Flag," A voice said aloud from Flag's radio. "They're all around you. Use extreme caution."

Deadshot feels the tiny hairs on his back rise up. He also had this strange feeling of being watched. "I don't like this Flag."

"I don't like it either." Said Flag.

Deadshot pulled on his mask and flipped its monocle into place.

"Pussy." Harley mutters.

"I will knock your ass out," Deadshot snaps at the girl. "I don't care that you are a girl."

Then all hell breaks loose. The monsters came bursting out of the ceiling, tons of them came out like cockroaches. They were firing at them from everywhere.

From the corner of his eye, he sees among the monsters was a woman. He was confused as hell. There was this eerily sense of familiarly when he lays his eyes on her. Then the monsters start to overwhelm him.

Morana

She was the first to attack.

The bullets from their guns easily defected off her body amour. Morana pulls her sword from its sheath and masterfully swung it at the head of one of the soldiers. Her sword cuts through his skin and bone like it was merely soft butter. His blood coated on her sword.

Two soldiers had their guns aimed at her. Her sword slices both of their guns in half in one swift stroke. Morana then stabs the soldier in the stomach hard. Gripping the sword tight, she begun to swing the wounded soldier at the one. As soon as their bodies impacted against each other, the human's body slides of her sword.

She scans the room, looking for the assassin. A smile came upon her face as she watches him being overwhelmed with their soldiers, holding him down, just for her. The timing couldn't be more perfect. Morana charges at him, letting out an inhumanly scream, sword high above her head and ready for the kill.

She can feel his heartbeat increasing, fast and hard. Just as it was about it pierce through his amour-

"LENA STOP!"

She abruptly stops dead in her tracks Her arms were still above her with her sword tightly gripped in her hands. She couldn't move at all. It was like time itself had stop.

The assassin looks at her slightly confused and angry. He couldn't see her face because of her skull mask and she couldn't see his.

There's a rush of memory. The girl Lena and the assassin together in bed, nude. He held her as she laid on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Their skin covered in sweat and the aroma of intimacy was evident in the air.

You're so beautiful. He tells her, looking in her eyes. I love you so much.

I love you too. She tells him.

The memory is overwhelming. Distracting. For a moment, the girl gain control of their body. "F-F-Floyd." She struggles to get the words out her mouth. "P-Please help me. F-Floyd k-"

Morana regains control of her body again. However, her moment of distraction gave the assassin enough time to destroy his attackers. He uses his leg to kick her hard away from him. She stumbles backwards a bit but quickly regains her composure.

His wrist guns were pointed at her. She looks at him then to her sword that laid a few feet away from her.

"What are you waiting for?" She mocks.

"Your move bitch."

She runs towards him. He fires at her but the bullets simply bounce off her armor. Sliding across the floor by her knees, Morana quickly grabs her sword and swings it at the assassin. He quickly rises his wrist up to block her sword. She grabs him by his free wrist and throws his entire body across the room with ease.

"Like she said before," Morana says as she casually walks over to him. "I can easily beat you…one of these days. I guess today is that day."

He lies on his back, attempting to get up and fight her. She presses her bare foot on his chest, firmly keeping him down on the floor. He groans in pain.

"I'm disappointed. I thought you would be more of a challenge," Morana sighs. "Any last words before I have the pleasure of killing you?"

"Yeah," He answers her. "Get in line. Cause you ain't gunna be the first or last person who wants me dead."

"But I'll be the one to end your miserable-"

A great force caught her by surprise.

It forces her into the glass windows, shattering it in the process as she fell from it. As she was falling close to the building, Morana pulls out her sword and stabs into the building structure to slow down her fall until she came to a complete stop. Using her free hand, she punches through a glass window and swings her body inside. She collapses on her knees as she lands on the tile floor.

Her body feels weak and drain. Lena's resistance is taking a great toll on the two of them. The constant battle over dominance. Her body falls to the floor, curling into a fetal position.

"You know you're killing us both, Lena." She said to herself. "Quit fighting me."

A/N: So technically Deadshot and Lena met again. I know some of you are dying to see Deadshot's reaction to finding out that Morana is Lena and Rick Flag knew the whole time. Trust me, you'll read it very soon. Anyways please review and let me know.