January 31, 2011
Location: Star City
POV: Deadshot
Damn, it looks like this job is a bust. I tried to kill Lex using an RPG, but the missile merely pushed him! Not only that, but Lex had beaten Bane. Man, was I pissed about that. He stated, "I'm going to defeat him," and "I will capture him, no problem." Now, he looked like burnt roadkill. It is not like I cared at all that he died. Actually, I was going to kill him next once Lex was put down by either me or him. However, Bane was defeated.
Fuck, with the money, I could have paid for my daughter Zoe's heart transplant, but I was going to have to leave. If he killed me with that fucking laser canon, all that hard work over the years would've been pointless, and Zoe would not be able to get the funds to get a new heart.
However, what I saw next made me pause. Lex was not moving. In fact, he looked like he might be struggling to get out of that suit of armor. I could shoot at him now, but what I learned from today was that Lex Luthor should not be underestimated. If I shoot him now, whatever had blocked my bullets the first time I shot at him might flare up, and it would just give away my position.
For now, I will just observe him. I moved towards him to get a better angle of him and potentially hear whatever he was saying. I saw that he was looking around, confused by his surroundings. He got closer to whatever was left of Bane, and he had a complex look on his face. A look that I saw in nearly all rookies in my line of work. The look of someone who has killed a person for the very first time in their life. He stood there for almost three minutes, observing what he had done. That is when I overheard a voice of an old man with an English accent say, "...Sir, you do not have any battery left and have no other weapons available. It is best that you leave the area and head to where Ms. Graves is before you are attacked again."
"I know S.E.B.A.S, I know, but just let me...just let me be for a bit."
I did not know who was talking to Lex, but from what I heard, it sounded like he was currently defenseless! I quickly took out my rifle and lined up my sights. I had only one opportunity. If I missed, he would run away, and then I would have to chase after him. However, just before I was going to fire, something struck both my rifle as well as my right shoulder, injuring me and destroying my weapon!
I quickly got up, ignoring the pain radiating from my shoulder, to face whoever it was that just attacked me. That is when I saw a black figure rush me. It threw a punch, which I parried and counterattacked with a punch of my own. However, it also parried and was able to land a back fist on my face. I backed up to gain my bearing and raised my guard. It threw a barrage of punches, which I had recognized as Wing Chun. I was able to block the rapid fire of blows with my forearms, but before I could counterattack, he grabbed my wrist to pry open my guard and then landed a palm strike to my chest that sent me flying back, landing on my ass. Was that fucking Chinese Kenpo? Whoever it was, they knew multiple fighting styles.
Fuck man, I'm wearing motherfucking Kevlar 149 with a layer of 24K carbon fiber that could resist blades and 5.56 rounds, and somehow it felt like I was being beaten with hammers. As I slowly got up, I finally saw who I was facing. Fuck, it's him. Batman. I grabbed the Batarang that lodged in my shoulder and pulled it out, blood oozing out of the wound. I rotated my arm, trying to get the stiffness out.
"So, Batman, do you think you can let me go? I promise to be good," I stated sarcastically. I knew he wasn't going to let me leave this place. The last time I fought against him was last year during, as some news writers called it, "Batman's Big Week." The Falcone family was tired of Batman ruining their operations, so they hired a bunch of mercenaries and some freaks to take him down. Instead, Batman took down Firefly, Killer Croc, Scarecrow, Joker, and even myself. Shit had hurt my reputation, and I had to build it back up once I escaped from Blackgate Penitentiary.
Now here I am again, facing this damn fucking weirdo. He didn't reply to my taunting; he just stared at me. He made me feel like I was under a microscope, observing any little movement I might make. I did not want to use my gauntlets, afraid it would alert Lex, but at this point, all the sounds we just made probably already alerted him. I couldn't run away either because I knew Batman could easily catch up to me. So, I was going to fight and go all out if I wanted to beat him, and I would have to do it quickly in case Lex came with that fucking sci-fi armor.
"Last time, you were able to beat me, but things are going to be different in round two!" I shouted at the same time, quickly raising my hands and firing my wrist magnums. Before the rounds could land, he had jumped out of the way to the side and rushed at me again. I continued firing at him, but he somehow could dodge them all while running at me like some sort of wraith. Once he got close to me, I threw a punch to his chest while firing at the same time. If he even blocked it, he was still going to be shot square in his chest. He parried upwards using a simple karate kata, then threw a punch in return. I parried him and then tried throwing a low kick to knock him off balance, but he merely checked it and threw a kick in return.
This back-and-forth continued for two minutes. At first glance, it looked like we were evenly matched, but I was slowly losing ground, getting pushed back closer to the ledge. Batman somehow drastically improved in these few couple of months. I needed to do something drastic soon, or else I would lose once again. Desperate, I quickly knocked a flashbang to the floor, hoping to blind him. He fucking kicked it up before it could land, grabbed it, and smashed it against my face blinding me instead. Blinded, I fell to the ground after losing my balance.
"Enough. It's over, Floyd," he stated sternly.
"Well, aren't I lucky? The Batman knows my name," I chuckled bitterly on the ground rolling over on all fours.
"Why are you after Lex Luthor Floyed? Speak who sent you!" he demanded, picking me up from my armor.
"FUCK! YOU!" I shouted at him. Being sent to prison was one thing, but also giving up my employer? Who would hire me ever again? It was not like he would let me go if I squealed anyway.
"Fine, have it your way then, " he said resolutely as he dragged me to the ledge.
"What are you even going to do, Batman? Everyone knows you don't kill!"
He then proceeded to push me off! However, before I completely fell over, he grabbed my body armor and pulled me back so he could then whisper in my ear, "I might not kill Floyd, but I do break."
Fuck he was right; crazy motherfucker crippled people, making them wish they were dead. Fuck it! I'll tell him. It's better than having a disability for the rest of my life. However, before I was going to say anything, someone else spoke up.
"Can you please stop harassing him? The poor man looks like he might soil himself. Plus, I do have the right to question him first since I was the party affected after all."
I looked at who spoke, and Lex Luthor stood there dusting himself off. Man, was I glad to see him.