Contemplation and Hideout sweet Hideout...
Chapter was supposed to be up yesterday I set the timer wrong😅
"*... *" are quoted or partial quotes of Sun Tsu's the art of war just giving credit.
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A Motel in Gotham City Narrows, The slums.
I wake up groggy, after getting little to no sleep last night, because of the group marathon lovemaking noises upstairs!
I'm both sleep-deprived & greatly disappointed that I never made it back to the barbeque pool party while in my slumber! I guess I'll have to strive to make that daydream a reality, Limitless World Inc, huh?
I shake my head reminding my self I'm not in a position to create anything right now.
I force my painful body to raise up two hours before dawn. I Take some energy bars and pain killers together while I get up to drain the snake.
I returned & pull the chair blocking the motel room door to sit at a wobbling desk with uneven legs.
I pull the sack bag full of the travel bus passenger's belongings!
Yeah, I seized it!
Both the former Deadshot & current me believe you should never work for free, else people will take your contributions for granted! By hook or by crook I saved them from a far worse future outcome of them just waking up in a tub full of ice!
Unapologetically, I move forward going through & separating the things pawnable like: factory resettable brand name phones (the password attached with sticky yellow memo pads by the gang), an assortment of jewelry, pocket & gold wrist watch's; from things like credit card and Identification cards to be sold to scammers for insurance and other Fraudster dealings.
Why did I grabbed these things which include various things like jewelry and wallets/handbags with identity cards in them?
A couple of reasons, first the smart and Gotham City savvy ones on the bus will know I wasn't who I said I am and behave out of fear of retaliation as I have their full name and address; keeping them from talking crazy about me!
Other than what I stole in the hospital, I have nothing to my name! I'm a fugitive on the run with lots of karma & debt of various kinds & can't access Deadshot accounts without maybe tipping someone off of my status and whereabouts it's too early for it.
Having more cash doesn't hurt, it means having supplementary options for making future moves.
The most immediate reason I grifted was, to Keep the travel bus passengers from calling authorities for as long as possible as it is favorable to me. Though they promised to wait an hour before alerting authorities to blow my "cover", I didn't believe in them who most likely went called for cops the moment the stolen van tails lights aren't able to be seen. So rather than killing them, I opted to take their means of communication away as added insurance in an already volatile circumstance.
So now I will find some booster to give me a flat rate deal on these items. I need liquid cash till I get to my destination & to fund a plan b should that destination in Dead Shots memories no longer be feasible anymore!
So now I'm Digging through their myriad of items, shifting pass personal identification cards of people I was once traveling on the bus from Washington D.C. to Gotham City with until I stop at a familiar face.
I gaze at her face, comparing her meek, quiet, docile & almost scared appearance when I first boarded the travel bus with her, to the free of worldly shackles or earthly cares expression she had when I left the bus.
Like she understood some life truth, or world law or self-actualization; Despite the thugs and passengers assumption she was broken or driven mad!
From what I saw in her, she was very much sane from beginning to end, even in her mini outbursts of range of true emotional reactions of being distraught, frantic, sad, furious, but her eyes stayed focused, lucid & sane!
From the fierce glimpse in her eyes, I felt she was conveying she will NEVER let that situation happen again!!
Now what was hidden in the depths of her soul, has overflowingly raised and surged to the surface! That was why I chose her for my provocation. Her mental state was aligned & open for guidance for an outlet for her fury, resentment bitterness & hostility.
Most apparent coming off her was the wrath of strong killing intent! So heavy thick murderous intention that as the Deadshot instincts in me picked up on it, it caused me to almost shoot her on reflex!
It's not only good experiences that help people grow she won't, in any case, be a victim to others as easily in the future.
She and others may blame me for inaction, but I had chosen the best logical option for myself given the inference of those guys' intentions; Until the information gathered was changed with a new fact that they wanted more than cash!
Had I known from the beginning, I would have neutralized them at the bus station in DC before they loaded in or of from start taken a different bus. But I had too numerous things on my frantic mind at the time to notice their suspect behavior until the ride was nearly at the final stop.
My Dc knowledge is useless in such interpersonal human to human interactions. Knowing Clark kent is superman, doesn't mean I know every thugs, crooks or outlaw in D.C existence or intentions!
Sure as hell don't stop those sort of guys from wanting to start auctioning my organs on Gotham's black markets!
Nonetheless, dead shots specific netherworld experiences did help me quickly understand this and many other circumstances, else I would not have made it this far!
However, if it was not for what things Deadshot did too gain this kind of "knowledge", I would not have been on the run from the beginning!
Sigh...it's best to not think about the irony.
The bottom line, I theoretically shouldn't have been there or anywhere in this dc universe in the first place! I'm this DC universes extra!
That was already the best-case scenario for those people who were preordained to be victims to Gotham Citys malevolence!!
Had I not been present, & interceded at my leisure, for my convenience they would be shit out of luck!! So all things considered, I did well despite my selfish objective, your welcome citizens!
After ruminating in that void for God knows how long with nothing but stillness & my thoughts; getting this chance to live again I'm supposed to do what exactly?
Sacrifice my second life's prospects for my self for some random woman and group of strangers who I'll never meet again?
Sure from the beginning I could be all "cliche badass" and killed everyone or saved them but why should I, just because I can, to show off/impress the girl who isn't my own? Seek the praise of passengers? Cause it's the right thing to do? then what?
Art of war strategists Sun Tzu said:
"*If it is to your advantage, make your forward move; if not, stay where you are!*"
It was not in my favor to intervene so I did not & stayed where I was. Harsh yeah it was, but in my dilemma I *will not fight unless the position is critical!*"
The only reason I acted at all, is that the hijacker's scenario went critical. They didn't just want my stolen cash but MY life, & also were obstructing my goals! Not that I was scared & couldn't fuck them up from the onset but I didn't feel the need to, as It was attention-grabbing which I don't want or need.
Worried, timid? Of course, I am, but not because of some small-time Human trafficking syndicate but my own personal situation!
I'm in a new & unfamiliar world, & woke up wanted by various organizations dead or alive!
"* It is best I deliberate before I move, lay plans well ahead and build resources, rather than behave impulsively like a child with my new life like it's a fresh toy.
Because Making simple reactionary maneuvers like it's a game of checkers is wrong, when this predicament of being reborn as Deadshot is similar to a chess match that is already in progress & I'm substituting for a losing side!
If I were to in my act of bravado had alerted authorities, governments, or an OverPowered nemesis I'm screwed!
Not that I don't think I can somewhat contend in a battle in the future but to fight right now while I'm currently ill-equipped, unprepared, & fucking injured is foolishness!
"*If fighting is sure to result in victory than fight!*"
But it's STUPID to be Fighting a losing battle, or possibly initiate one with unnecessary heroics is beyond asinine!
If I did so, the clear outcome then is the rest of my fresh life is forfeit in a high-security prison; playing cards during tea time with the Mad Hatter & killer croc?
Or maybe I'll be recalled doing some suicidal missions with a mini bomb in my fucking skull with a team of super-powerful deviant prisoners, lead by a power-tripping megalomaniac psychopath!
Why would I not be cautious?!!!
"*He who exercises no forethought & makes light of his opponents is sure to be captured by them!*"
I will not overestimate myself or look down on the various True DC elites, who I am sure by now are on to my resurrection & disappearance from the hospital.
I understand freedoms' true worth, more than most!
To Feel, experience & appreciate things I long forgot & people might loathe like: pain from injuries, mental fatigue from the pressure of the manhunt, burning Air in my lungs from running to my limit with my broken body, Taste of cheap off-brand energy bars, Smell of strong medicine under my medical gauze, Hear the noise pollution of the city streets, Touch of the cold steel of my firearm that relaxes anxiety of my powerlessness & frustration of fleeing when I would rather fight, & See my injured bruised self move in any reflection of any mirror again after what feels like an eternity!
Even if this is what others take as bad the negative aspects of life I'm thankful just to have them again, I relish the experience & don't take it for granted.
I'm sounding like an M, but I could care less about that, the point is I could be stationary within a void, thinking of one day or even a split second chance at experiencing even the less wanted scrap elements as a living embodied human being again!!
Now I have it!!!
Though this life is a less than perfect start; its mine now! I won't fuck it up more than it is already, for anyone or anything that I don't personally feel is worth it!"
I'm under no illusions that because of inherent & inherited skills that I'm an above all almighty entity! Bullets don't bounce back off my skin they Peirce it!
I'm still human just with vastly more fortunate than others, special skills.
Sure having sympathy, empathy is fine but not when it's detrimental to myself, or threatening to future freedom! I'm not so magnanimous!
Some times if the situation calls for it we gotta take this shit all the way regardless of consequence. Time and place!
If I find I'm being overly compassionate in the wrong place & time, then I will kill that shit real quick, burying it deep inside for right now or else's it's gonna be used against me.
I have the identity in this world of Floyd Lawton but I'm, not Floyd Lawton!
Even though I have to deal with his baggage, that is my buy in to play this game of life, and I'm fine with that & will take responsibility for it in my own way.
But the situation requires wariness, &
contemplation of benefits versus cost
I'm not willing to add more to my cost randomly.
I'm not some tsundere tweening anti-hero/villain formula written character, I know what laid beyond the forth wall, I was from there. I have different outlooks than the residents of this world. I don't care about truth or enforcing my brand of justice or commandeering the fucking world for my selfish whims!...not now at least.
So long as the world's not in Apocalyptic turmoil & it's still spinning so I can go about my business, then I'm fine.
Maybe it is just ahead in the sand mentality, ignoring anything but my many wants and simple desires that I yearned about in that abyss, but I know I have a finite time to live; I will live it well enough & protect my neck with the best of my ability!
I thought I knew where my bottom line was when pondering in that abyss but it's obviously not the case after that bus ride, it even surprised me!
How callous, & manipulative I could be when I thought it was all over or possibly wasting this life incarcerated till I die only to return to avoid again that miserable existence. My mind buzzed & I just... felt numb!
Yes, Numb that's what I felt, Indifferent of course I am! No one saved me from that stagnant & light devoid abyss why should I risk it all to save others!
I didn't feel sorry for the passengers or that girl as it had nothing to do with me.
I was not empathizing with her as a person or human being but just felt sympathy for the overall situation she was in.
Maybe it's a side effect of being imprisoned so long & alone in a void made me more apathetic to others or something?
However, It's barely been a week after so long by myself, I can't be expected to truly feel and relate to others so quickly.
I don't even think I had a meaning full conversation with anyone yet, about anything; perhaps after a while of interaction, I will feel more concerned for & about others.
Then I can further empathize with what others are feeling, not just the logic of situations they are in, no matter how logical I may be in my mind, I'm not a robot & wish not to be one.
But for now I'm fine in embracing it; that apathy, at appropriate times at least, so long as I can withstand.
It's chillingly Scary how quickly human beings can change if you corner them too much!
A Testament on no one person is truly one thing & as just faithful as their options.
I digress from my musings, then I read the name on the identity of this tragic and resilient heroine on this identification card with a College University Insignia on it.
"Student name Harper Row Age: 20...hmm...oh!"
"oh well, I'll be damned?!"
I realize I spotted a small-time famous DC universe character, my first one in person actually!
Her name is Harper Row a technical genius who's a major in electrical engineering.
She is a vigilante crime fighter that in the early days wore a bodysuit & carried around a supercharged taser custom made by her to fight back crime.
Taser girl gimmick short-lived & was dropped when an upgrade to her suit & tech came later known as the bluebird.
Armed with bluebird tactical rifle & other self-developed shock guns with electrical rounds designed to shock the enemy. Harper's ingenuity allowed with electrical tools to defeat the opponents without killing them.
Reverse engineering various Batman mimic gadgets on her own and creating custom tools like insulated body armor, hook in the boot that hangs upside down from the ceiling allowing her to ascend or descend at will. Other skills & gifts in stealth, tracking & after some training basic hand to hand & kickboxing combat skills.
A very smart, stubborn, resolve, a bit of a starstruck stalker, & yandere for Batman!
Being an expert with technology she hacks systems reversed tracked batman's network to track it back to him! Even the secure comlink of the Red Robin is easily compromised by her!
This obsession started after Batman saved her and her brother from bigoted gangsters & bullies, as her brother was openly gay. She returned the favor by saving or aiding Batman several times.
But being the loner that he is, Batman tells her nicely to fuck off! But she takes that as try harder, & became very VERY clingy!
Later she in other works just becomes an electronic engineer worker who had a connection to Batman or Batman family members.
I didn't recognize her as her punk nature attitude, colorful short hair cut, & face piercings weren't present. She did not have that confidence & composure she had in written works.
Seeing her mildly mundane with a clean-cut look with a boyfriend is weird. Well, not weird but unexpected, since she was a known bisexual before this experience, however, this might move the chains to a full first down conversion lesbian now!
The meeting between her and the bat potentially never happened here, else she would not have been a victim. So this was possibly her life-changing event in this world, that origin story is loosely involving me.
I am in a twisted kinda way proud somehow, but I'm also worried about her stalking tendency.
Well, no matter what the troublesome stalking her imprinting like a baby bird is liable to bring, she doesn't know who I am so she won't lurk around me like she did Batman. Right haha, yeah there is no way!
" Harper row, the bluebird huh."
Rubbing my buzzcut in speculation with one hand, while making her identity card appear and disappear in my other hand's high dexterity fingers.
I'll look her up to see how this life compares to some cannon & zero in on her and others a little bit to see which data is relevant or not from what I know.
She is proof that this is an alternate variant version Dc reality! This is a problem, a variable in my plans!
I know that harper row will definitely not be the same as I knew or any in this world have known before going forward.
A Combo of resilient nature smarts innovation skilled mind, combined with the incitement I gave to loosen her inhibitions... I didn't think so then, but reflecting on it now I think I might have helped create and released a monster for D.C.?
All worry and concern about her leave the same time I put her information cards separate from everyone else away.
I go wash up & change my clothes gathered things I need.
I want to leave here just before dawn so I can pawn these stolen items then take a taxi which won't do business around here, as there are too many assaults and robbery cases of non-payment forced free rides.
The various public transportation, surrounding small businesses, and police seem to have an unspoken understanding that during the daytime a truce has been established for residents & nonnatives but night belongs to withers of Gotham City.
Even Batman can't change that, only force the truce for the trapped good people by ruthlessly raiding mini mob bosses giving them an ultimatum so they compromised or so the rumors had spread.
To go further into the city of Gotham proper to a place Deadshot retained in strict prudence from everyone is my destination.
After selling the items, I load my less heavy than before gym bag to my back. The transaction was fast as I only wanted less than 60% of the total resale value.
Despite a good deal, some tried to take advantage of me. After pistol-whipping some buyers & vendors for deals that fell through, I robbed them for trying not to pay me what I'm owed & for my troubles. I manage to get a significant amount & strike trade deals with the smarter of those ambitious underworld buyers/traders industry peers.
The morning sun rises on the Narrows as I'm waiting for a taxi or public transportation that only runs during the day around here to arrive.
Looking at the surrounding I think of the saying to truly know a neighborhood before you move in and or buy a household there, that you should come to that neighborhood at night to see then the true nature of the community.
The word I'd use to describe this place's true nature is...Deceptive.
Deceptive is what I would describe this place as, it doesn't look nearly as vicious as before under the light of day, but those in the know are wiser.
I guess this is the equilibrium they reached. Maybe, cause the authorities preferred to show an obviously stronger presence during the day (which is bad news for me). But Even under that control, I can Spot here and there some of the rowdiness but not like the near lawlessness at night.
In the day time, it's too easy to swindle someone into taking this place for a decent lower than the average working-class neighborhood, not the freaks coming out at night like a parade of bottom-feeders.
I get in the first taxi I can and high tail it out of this place to within 3 miles of near my objectives designated area.
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A taxi leaves me on a side street in a fairly wealthy side of town.
I look around surveying for unseen pursuers. When I'm sure it is clear I walk to the edge of the road into the woodland in the distance.
I arrive at a specific spot near a mid-sized an odd-shaped boulder against a tree, I go diagonal opposite of it for 300 steps precisely before stopping. I take out a shovel and excavate out a hidden entrance through the thicket of brush & unkept high grass.
CLANK!!
I hit an old but firm metallic door, I
clear the abundance of dirt to reach a compartment behind where a hand tread pattern panel resides in. I place my gloveless hand into match the pattern, successfully Opening the door by hand fingerprint lock; a flight of stairs appeared behind the door. I take the steps down to where another more high tech door with an Iris scanning device on it.
I clear it, the door slides open revealing a tunnel with a train railway track in the center & a special motorcycle attachment to the railway!
I got on, it started by fingerprint ID & number lock code & it moved. Running only on electricity, it is producing only a small hum sound through the underground tunnel while I'm cutting past the tunnels stale winds. The path 10 feet before the bike is lit up with motion sensor floodlights in the ceiling, giving the tunnel a clear view to its rider.
Traveling 40 minutes Until arriving in an underground port with stadium-quality lights & different exits with tarp-covered vehicles in front of each directions exit. Probably in case of emergency for fleeing in different possible escape routes. The exit/entrance I just came in from collapse within its self after I cleared the tunnel and the electronic motorbike came to a complete stop.
I don't have to worry about anyone coming in after or going out of that path now that it is gone.
In this area that seems like a parking garage, on the wall, glowing in the dark, a big red #3, indicating this is the 3rd level underground. I walk up the spiral stairs to the second-floor level. I switch on the power taking in the sights.
What is a safe house, lair, or hideout?
Well, by definition it is a place only known by you, a place is hidden within a place, a site or last place people expect to see you.
As a Wanted Assassin, as a on the run fugitive for the murder of a sitting US government official, living it up in a sub-basement lair in the middle of an affluent neighborhood is definitely not the first place they would search!
Where I'm at is the safe house 'i' haven't really used it since I bought it years ago. Only after pondering deeply on the bus to Gotham did I recall 'he' bought this place & refined it to his needs.
'Deadshot' Bought this place straight cash under a fake identity, paid others to look the other way.
'He' never made a transaction in or about this home personally unlike other spots. Only paid maids and housekeepers in it with a stacked account that auto-bill paid the staff for house upkeep. No prints, tracks, no trail, no connect with 'me'.
I walk to investigate the premises & can't help but marvel at dead shots intricate arrangements. I believe If Willy Wonka was a terroristic assassin with suicidal tendencies then this would be his factory.
Trap doors, false walls galore if I didn't know where to step, I would go down in a bottomless hole with a single wrong step.
Various unconnected compartments like storage space pods are everywhere.
Inside them are various stored and specialized of supplies premade bugout bags of lethal Hardwear and support items like fake IDs, credentials, and CIA level clay Puddy mask to blend in society.
Deeper in this funhouse is a heavily protected door that requires a fingerprint pass, coded eye scan, & keyword voice passcode just to open it up.
Inside I found a soundproof room with shooting ranges full with bullet holes in the bullseye.
So 'he' probably did come here at least once, I shouldn't believe everything I recall as fact until I verify further I guess...
I press a button to change the dummy targets.
I chose a series of guns that speak to my otaku soul, a Jericho 941 in my left hand, a 9mm Silver Sword Cutlass in my right! I smirk then go to task!!
BANG!!
BANG!!
BANG!! BANG!!
BANG!!!!BANG!!BANG!!!!
Short burst shots, double, triple tap, or trick shots, as Sparks fly at X between the brow the targets are hit with perfectly aim shots until I run out of bullets and targets!!
Not satisfied I go to the gun rack
assault rifles, semi-automatic & revolvers, guns of each kind. I choose a new single target, loud clip in the assault rifle, released the safety, & fire!!
Rararatttatatatat!!!
Ratatatatatrararatttatatatat!!!
Raartatataratttatatatat!!!
I wasted at least a few hundred bullets in a few minutes practicing with different firearms; releasing some accumulated stress as well get the feel for a few weapons. Knowing from dead shots memory & feeling it for my self is worlds apart.
Catching my breath I resolve a thought about the near future I was pondering. I will use this place to relax recover awhile verifying information, planning my next step, options, and goals.
I don't like the feeling of being on the run! Technically I'm an innocent man, but guilty in the eyes of the world. I'll have to remedy that situation ASAP!
Also in my continued searching, I found a Deadshot backup kit! A special mask, goggles scope, body armor and matrix-style room of unattended racks full of special custom firearms (not like the stock I just used), unique bullet rounds from impact to explosive rounds! On the side in cabinets are Food supplies, survival kits and different forms of world currency!
Scratching my head, I pondering if adding Hoarder to this guy's list of mental afflictions would be the correct diagnosis?
Deadshot had many hideaways across the world in my recollection, so Why come to this Gotham hideout?
It's because its the closest from Washington, D.C. out of all his spots & least (if ever) used hideout.
Maybe also cause it's a city where I know the most about from my past life and where my inside info can do it's best.
Super-Villains, common Crooks, vigilante, heroes, politicians both the corrupt and clean, secret identities, various possible plots, & of course the Batman!
The billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne vigilante, both the Justice league staple figure and it's silver bullet! I can use him for my second chance for a heavy price of course. If push comes to shove, what I the technically new Floyd Lawton know of the DC universe is power.
I know it is enough for a presidential pardon & full immunity protection from those secret organizations I worked for.
Whether I can escape the government's reach with my past criminal activity is dependent on what info I give. But I can't really trust politicians, especially since 'I've' murdered one of their own. Waller has various connections, they might rope me in just to sell me out!
I need connects of my own before striking a deal if I want to avoid dead shots karma baggage & debt used against me.
Firsts things first, I got to get right with my own situation. I've been thinking about it since I woke up a question; besides how I arrived here & that is how am I still alive!
I saw my medical chart & the injuries' I suffered were the most deadly serious in nature, but I still woke from a coma in this body is able to move more as time went on!
After the mysterious healing effect progressed further, all I had felt was the phantom irritation pains soreness where the shots were but at later duration, under inspection, the bullet wounds are smaller or largely gone now replaced by scabs that ache and itch like crazy.
Only painful fatigue remains. When I took over this battered body it seemed it started to heal, as if I was healed by a specialist or metahuman or was 'i ' a meta-human all along or became one after my soul bonded with this body sparking a change/awakening or is this gift a trait from my abundant soul only & nothing to do with dead shots body??
Many speculated in my past life that Deadshot was meta human, or always just below full meta-human or possessing the meta-gene trait.
Meta-human beings are mostly those whos meta-gene genetic code activated by DNA changes brought by an external stimulus both naturally/artificially ( technological, elemental, magical )physical or mental stress resulting in Superior abilities.
The reflexive awareness, to the accuracy split-second calculation of dead shots trick shots, was beyond human already; being able to see hummingbirds flap its wings as if in slow motion is not normal unless your fucking John woo! Then that obviously sounds similar to bullet time to me.
Also getting shots off on various full-powered meta humans defeating, even killing some!
High-tension senses, space awareness, mind processing or second to second time dilution could be considered metahumans abilities.
Especially the me now with instant store & recall of anything. Plus my semi healing ability & secrets of DC universe I am a force to be reckoned with it seems.
I look at a finger wound I caused with a scalpel stolen from the hospital, it only takes two hours & a half for it to completely be healed closed when it should have taken a few days.
I toss the scalpel I was holding, & as it flew becoming embedded into the wall behind me; a fly that followed me into this room is under it!
I turn and look back at my work with my better than perfect hawk vision:
"It is official then, I'm just a Little bit overpowered."
Finally finding a secure place of my own to rest from the accumulated stress on my mind & body has reached critical mass. I need to rest! I find a secure area after I'm armed with a bugout bag to my side suitcase full of ammunition and two machine guns from the gun racks then proceeded to my self I laid down.
I wake up refreshed I go to check the time, a full 26 hours later! I smile and reflect on all that transpired. I made out in one piece; not without some obstacles to the goal but I still got where I needed.
So the answer is what now? how long should I lay low? Wasting too much time doing nothing for long feels like a Cardinal sin to me!
I'm truly too restless, I think it might be post-traumatic stress symptoms & an obsessive-compulsive feeling; that I need to be doing something to make up for the lost time as a former soul trapped in the void. The apathy then targets things or others who obstruct this compulsion.
I thought at the moment before this could be useful if I can control it. After rest & deep contemplating I don't like that it is so strong that it influences my will so much. I feel it's limiting the future avenues of this earthly mortal experience, essentially taking away from me, my free choice.
I should remedy that immediately, I don't want to be a soulless puppet to the voids side effects or traumas.
I load my secure tablet with self-help books I will scan through later, as well as tactics to control myself as a stop-gap measure in the meantime. I'll be joining the most famous Gotham specialist in trauma for online sessions which is both Anonymous and pricey.
After a few sessions, I hope I'll feel some changes. After all this guy had insights so measured that he discovered Bruce Wayne is Batman in a story arc, he should be able to guess if & what I have going on...
...It's been a few days of self-assessment, training, and planning. I recognize that I have the leverage but need prestige & clout to vouch for me else the powers that be will likely get uncharitable & not recognize our deals. Down the line bringing up the past shortcomings after I raise to prominence for unbalanced favors.
I need a powerful middle man to help in my negotiations for immunity. The government & any of its officials is out, at least directly. Lex Luthor who I consider is out, he is as crazy ambitious as he is brilliant only as last resort option. No other figure comes to mind.
The only pragmatic choice is Batman as he will measure the good and bad & less likely to betray on the surface at least; with his intellect tricks & cleverness it could bite me back later.
"..."
But just depending on others leaves a bad taste in my mouth, so I will try and go it alone. I can't truly trust anyone especially with the knowledge in my possession.
I'll have to be the middle man of prominence my self! I have to become certain industries glue and a transnational gate key keep who is so invested or intricate in this city's function that if my enterprise fall, it means a chunk of Gotham's economy will collapse with it!
I'll start some unassuming business venture Just to be a proxy to work on my behalf then buy the connections with knowledge and building money.
Maybe in the dark host a yearly, underworld auction outing both heroes a villain's personal data that's relevant to the world for sky-high prices.
potentially blackmails certain weaker willed metahumans with something to lose but high ability to conspire with me, this action can serve as a tool but also distract those regardless of origin who stand in my ascensions progress.
But I got to be Anonymous or I be hunted X times more than I'm now.
Grand aspirations are Risky but at least the power is in my hands. Good, sounds like a plan I can even execute from the shadows.
I check the cloud on the secure server of Floyd Lawton. A list of messages job offers, & invoices of accounts.
I begin going through contacts to execute this plan while listening to Floyd Lawton's messages.
I click play on voice message
beep:
[-This is Miguel I wired the other half of lastest payment to the account! Even though you completed the job, they weren't willing to pay but then I told them who was contracted and completed the job they freaked out thinking they would not be able to walk in public open area again, they paid up quick haha!
They send 10% more as an apology
Just letting you know so that you aren't upset, I couldn't get to you these past days you usually contact first about the money.
Alright, I sent you a list of job requests get back when you are ready to accept. The window is two weeks, a lot of kites are flown this time of year later!]
(I could use the cash clean or dirty that dead shot already attained. Even if I won't be taking new contracts, the various connections this job has to offer is important to my future objective.)
message saved!
Next message:
[-..."You know who this is...
My eyes go wide, I slowly rise from my seat!!
All the positive glorious life objectives I just envisioned are forgotten instantly!
Looking left then right then press for property surveillance footage, scanning the residential home, Clear!
Then expand it to one mile in the immediate surroundings, clear!
Then two finally three miles, All Clear as I did not discern any intruders within seconds, but I'm not relieved in the slightest!!
the message continued playing:
[-get back to me if you are "still alive"...
Because of your smartass mission loopholing, you've made a mess of a simple task.
However, I see you worked so "hard" completing the mission and doing good deeds along the way, it seems the intention of the task program isn't lost on you, despite the naysayers. ]
( I just narrow my eyes, listening to this sarcastic snob with the government elite tone. I know Deadshot had a close call one night she almost pressed a button to kill him in second of anger but couldn't at that time.
the moment he joins the squad, he discovered something.
Waller, has been threatening the squad for Sexual favors from both male and female members. Dead shot caught her in the act of mounting boomerang and others like horses with the kill switch in her hand as she grinded away.
I say horses cause she was trying to break them in like wild horses and tame kill the rebellion in their souls. for the squad's obedience but mostly her own pleasure, & feeling of dominance.
Deadshot as a counter started wearing explosives on his own body threatening to blow in mid deed.
If she wanted to do it with Deadshot then she had to be willing to die for the D, Deadshot thought it was an interesting way to die so he even flipped the script having her run from his advances with his dynamite body. From her voice, she holding a grudge obviously.
Ever since that time his death wish having self was always wearing highly volatile explosives on his own body despite it can easily explode if shot on a mission. Until he got discouraged when it wasn't going off even when one time it was shot directly...
[-the program is truly is paying off, tipping off Gotham about largest trafficking ring responsible for thousands of missing people, a case solved by you right under their noses, and you didn't even kill anyone! Well, not you personally right?
Considered it a vacation for your efforts, Also the hooker in the sundress sends her regards.
You can continue to lay low in recovery. I WILL be in contact with, you still got time to pay...click!"-]
"...FUCK!!!"
(Shit! Less than 14 days she already realized I'm alive & has a detailed account of my activities, How! she even knows this contact method, I never tell anyone but two people & I change it frequently on whims & those two people know only after I change it.
Pacing steadily back and forth...
I was so careful, as I thought, it was the fucking bus of course! That precise aim even though I deliberately went off-center at the human targets & I even removed all the nails at the scene messing up the wounds as I did so. I guess the wounds we're still too precise, & they linked it with me.
Even though Deadshot never used nails prominently to execute his skills, they still followed the trail from there. Making and estimation of my next move found the hotel then interviewed its regulars. Fucking, Fucker, Fuck!!
That person calling was Amanda Waller, everything conspiracy theorists think that 'they' the government can and will do, she has done or will do!
She is DC's version of Nick Fury without any redeeming qualities or fucks given. I fear her more than any league member as they have limits, she doesn't!
Nick Fury at least asked for the cooperation of talented beings but she puts bombs in the base of skulls of highly talented criminals to do her bidding or BOOM!!!!
Narrowing my eyes I ponder.
I'm I going to half to kill her like another version of Deadshot did! But two more will take her place. Even if it would feel good, nothing will change in the end.
I shake my head free of the thought...for now.
The server connection is secure, as its origin is redirecting multiple times a minute skipping across the world.
This gives me some time. The time I really do need to counter this bitch! I need to escape her reach of influence fast!
Next message:
["hey Puddin Hurd JA died -beep message deleted!]
["hey, Puddin guess what I'm waiting for rig-beep message deleted!]
["hey, Puddin when are ya Gonna come fu-beep message deleted!]
[hey-beep message deleted!]
30 more messages like this one from this stalker yandere! I can guess how she got this number, fucking waller! I don't want any yolk mixing with hers either or jealous ex-boyfriend.
Sigh...
Next message:
["Sigh, Floyd I know you said not to call unless it's Important... well, shit it's important she's dead...Michelle died man!
During a kidnapping they took her friend shot her in the process...
Shits going down in the neighborhood, its a warzone man!!
Zoe is by herself the state she's in is not good.
The welfare state is about to get involved take her to Foster care, as I'm not her blood relative I can't stop 'em.
You gotta come back, Floyd... Zoe she...(sniffs) is really sad & lost.
I know you got your own complicated things going on but she needs you,... she needs her father"]
-beep message saved!
I'm rubbing my buzz cut hair as I am thinking in reflection :
(Oh shit, that's right! Floyd Lawton was a father!
Father to a daughter named Zoe!
In the different incarnations of Deadshot character, he had an ex-wife and father two separate kids.
A Girl out of wedlock and a child with his ex-wife a boy named Edward, named after his brother that Floyd killed accidentally during childhood to stop his brother from killing his father that Edward already shot and paralyzed by orders of his mother!!!!
Ah!! Really man!Too much!! I throw my hands up in frustration!!!
Sigh, thank God no ex-wife or son Edward in my memories of this world's Deadshot Floyd Lawton, cause as the way Edward died was truly tragic, & I couldn't handle that shit right now, too much drama in my memories as it is!
I was so consumed with escaping Deadshot deeds and enemies I forgot to ponder Floyd Lawton's impersonal relationships.
I am currently one of America's most wanted! How can I be expected to deal with this? I can't go to parent-teacher talks about bake sales, with an assault rifle while in body armor ready to holding off swat teams any moment!! Or maybe I'll probably fit right in despite finding out I'm holding fewer firearms than most of the students these days.
With the side effects of insolation in that void, I'm in no way emotionally or mentally ready enough to start in-depth connections or relationships, much less lookout for a child!
My lifestyle is too dangerous now & with what I plan to do in the future. If they see us together, her life will be over which is why Lawton gave her distances in the first place.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Sigh, no matter my pragmatic self wishes, I owe my body predecessor a favor; so I'll make arrangements as best I can given the situation I'm in. This could help my apathy in lessening, as I make sure the kid is well taken care of. Then when I return here, after that it's all me.
Nevertheless, this could get messy, sensitive time to head out. I gotta Handel this carefully to prevent long-lasting emotional scars for her and unnecessary regrets for me.
next message:
"Hey, ya Puddin! I--beep message deleted!
"...Damn!"