Lena
The first thing she noticed was that she was buried under debris. Her hand was free but she could barely move because of the weight pinned down on her. She attempts opens her eyes weakly but she couldn't see. Something was covering her face, like a face mask. Lena tries to make a sound but it came off as a low muffle. She breathes frantically through her nose and waves her free arm around.
She could hear faint voice and wonders if they're real or just hallucinations.
I'm probably going to die. I deserve to die.
A strong hand grasp on her wrist firmly and pulls her hard. The weight of the debris on her body becomes increasing lighter. Then suddenly she was completely freed. She took a strong hard gasp of air as she felt to a pair of strong hands removing whatever was covering her face. Her vision was blurry but she could make out his figure.
"Floyd?" She whispers.
Before she could say anything else, he pulls her into a tight embrace, almost crushing her harder than the debris did.
"Lena. Lena, I'm sorry." He mumbles, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm so sorry."
She didn't say anything to him. Instead she merely wraps her arms around his neck to be closer to him. Tears streaming down her face as he held her tightly. She was just overwhelmed with so much emotions, after everything that happened.
"I was so scared. I thought I would see you or Zoe again. I almost killed you…" Lena tells her.
"It's okay. I'm alright." Floyd assures her.
She looks into his face, surveying each injury that was visible. The injuries that she had inflected on him.
"You're hurt because of me." She argues. "And that's just your face. You're probably bruised-"
"Stop worrying about me. You're more important, especially right now." He said, lifting her up from the rumble. His eyes travel down to her body to look at her injuries but she was nude and covered in wet mud.
"Floyd I'm naked." Her cheeks inflamed with embarrassment. She wasn't embarrassed that she was naked in front of Floyd, the problem was that other people was actually looking at them.
He looks away quickly. "Oh..right..um..Boomer, mind if my girl uses your coat to cover herself?"
The man who Floyd refers to as 'Boomer' approaches the couple, taking off his long dark blue coat and handing it to Floyd. He was trying his best not to look at her nude form but he manages to get a sneak.
"Er…here ya go, mate. She's a real beauty there, mate." He comments, his accent was heavy, probably from Australia.
Floyd growls lowly in response. "I will fucking shot you right now."
Lena wraps the coat tightly around her body as Floyd continues to carry her. "Wait, what about June? Is she okay?"
"She's caught up in the moment with Flag." Floyd answers, gesturing towards them with his right shoulder.
Lena peaks over his shoulder, seeing Rick and June in a tight embrace and it seemed like they'll be like that for a while.
"So…you're a hitman?" Lena asks him.
He was caught off guard by her question. "…Yeah…I'm a hitman."
"We have so much to talk about…" She tells him. "Like a lot of stuff."
"I know, I know." Floyd said. "But I need to get you somewhere safe. Away from Waller's people. Back to Gotham."
She gave him a look. "Gotham City isn't what I like to call 'safe'."
"You know what I meant." Floyd sighs.
Lena looks over the now empty and very damaged train station. The ceiling had long since collapsed and daylight was quickly approaching.
"If y'all don't mind I got a sewer to crawl back into." The voice was low and animalistic, almost like growling.
Her body stiffens at the sound of its voice. Floyd held her tightly. "Don't worry, Croc is friendly."
"He eats people. I know about him." Lena argues.
"Your bf is right." Came the cheery voice of Harley Quinn. The girl's blue and pink eyeshadow was running down her face from the rain, her eyes look slightly bruised and had a small cut on her forehead. "Croc is like a big ole' teddy bear that you just wanna hug all day!"
Croc growls lowly.
"Anyways, there's so business I need to handle back in Gotham City." Floyd informs everyone.
"I'm gonna hotwire a car." Harley said. "Need a lift?"
Floyd laughs. "Your ass is not driving."
Harley Quinn pouts. "Aw, why not? Don't wanna make your girlfriend jealous?" She looks over at Lena with a big grin. "Just between you and me, hotwiring a car is easy as 1-2-3."
"Harley don't try to corrupt my girlfriend." Deadshot warns.
As everyone was starting to leave, Waller emerges from the shadows holding a device in her hands. Other than a rip suit jacket, she looks completely fine.
"How are you not dead?" Floyd questions.
How is she still alive? Lena thought angrily. Her death would be the one she wouldn't mourn about.
"We just saved the world!" Harley Quinn exclaims. "A little 'thank you' would be nice."
"Thank you," Waller said dryly.
"You're welcome," Harley smiles brightly.
"So after all of this we don't get shit?" Floyd asks Waller.
"Ten years off your prison sentences." She replies.
"Just ten years?" Lena questions Waller. "They literally saved the world. And you. And all you can do is ten years off?"
"Hey I agree with her." Boomer said.
Floyd shook his head. "Nah. That's not enough. I'm seeing my daughter." He states.
A look of defeat crosses over Waller's features. "That can be arranged." She sighs. "Is there any other request?"
"Oooh an espresso machine." Harley adds.
Killer Croc growls something that might have sound like 'BET'. Lena wasn't sure if he met a subscription for cable TV or the entire network.
Boomer shook his head, laughing. "Ten years off a triple life sentence? Darling I'm walking outta here a free man. Or we're gonna start having some real fun."
Waller only stares at him, whispering: "Why don't we have some fun?"
The shower water has since gone cold but Lena didn't pay any attention to it until Floyd and came inside the bathroom to turn it off for her. He gently wraps a hotel towel around her nude and bruised form. He then walks her back into the bedroom of their hotel room. She sat on the bed, her lips trembling slightly from the cool air.
Floyd kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his and rubbing them together. "I'll ask them to turn the air down. It's too damn cold in here any ways."
He hasn't changed since they left the subway station. Unlike the rest of the bad guys who got a lovely trip straight back to Belle Reve, Waller had allowed Floyd to stay with Lena for a while, much to her relief. When she first visited that place with Waller, she knew how much of a hellhole it was.
"You can't be cold," she mumbles. "you still have your stuff on." He smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and cooper.
"I'm worried about you. This is the first thing you said since leaving the subway station." Floyd said, kissing her forehead. "Not like I can blame you."
"Don't treat me like glass."
"I'm not. Lena…you been through so much in the past few months and I'm trying to make up for that."
She grumbles. "It's not your fault."
"You shouldn't have got involved. Especially with Waller." Floyd growls. "I should have protected you better. That woman had you followed. She used you."
"Waller thought she could've control the witches with the heart." Lena sighs.
"And she fucked up. Big time." Floyd argues. He cups her face. "You know this whole mess isn't your fault. It was the witches."
Lena nods because logically he was right. There was nothing she could have done once the witches was free from Waller's control. However, she could never forgive herself for not fighting harder. Morana was a bit weaker than the Enchantress, maybe because she didn't wield enough magic or Morana's own heart was missing. She seen what the Enchantress done to those innocent humans, turning them into hideous deformed monsters. She fought against Morana whenever Floyd was nearby.
She managed to regain control for a moment only to be pushed back into the darkness of her subconscious. The witch just ended up soothing her into a deep sleep. Then Harley Quinn sliced opened her chest which was the most violent wakeup call Lena ever experienced. Her chest still arched as she places her hand over it.
Pain washes over Floyd's face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know-"
She chuckles a bit. "It took me by surprise too."
They sat in silence for a while as Floyd gathered her into his arms. For the first time since being possessed, she felt some sense of safety and comfort. She didn't know how she's gonna handle him going back to Belle Reve.
"She's gone, Lena." He told her. "You're safe now. I won't anything happen to you, again."
"You'll be going back to prison. How can you keep me safe why you're locked up?" She questions him. The anger and resentment of him just leaving the first time started to surface. "You couldn't protect me when she violated me in the worst possible way! You lied to me! And I trusted you and you were just gone Floyd! I didn't know where you were!"
He looks down at her, the guilt evident in his eyes. "I know. I fucked up so bad…I never wanted to hurt you. Lena, I love you. I love you so much as I love Zoe."
She closes her eyes, getting her emotions in check. Before she could say anything else, he lifted her onto the bed, tucking her in.
"Floyd?"
"Hm?"
"Lay with me." She requested.
His eyes lit up and the request. "I need to shower first."
She nods. As starts to remove his armor suit, she notices the molted bruises plastered on his body, most of them from her. From when he had to fight her. The witch had wanted him dead.
Floyd steps into the shower before turning it on. She listens as he whistles a familiar tone as he washes himself clean. When he was done, he came back into the room, dripping wet and naked. Lena blushes furiously, looking down nervously.
He wraps the soft white towel around his waist. "I don't think Waller will have any civilian clothes for me. So I'm gonna hop in naked." He said, crawling into bed with her.
"I'm sure she will."
Floyd snorts. "Eh." His arms slid underneath her and he pulls her closer to him, her softness pressed against his hard and firm body.
Lena removes her own towel to feel his skin touching hers. "I just want to forget."
He held her tightly. "I know."