They were at the waterfront, and Zoe was skipping rocks. As a city girl, she wasn't the most informed on how it was generally done, but once she'd found the right rocks, she'd managed it every time.
"It was after I got out of my first stint in prison, so I was itching to give the Bat some payback. I worked out every day, practiced my aiming with a comb, and made a new suit--that dumb red and yellow and white one I wear nowadays. So, we meet. Back then I had a grappling hook in my wrist-magnum, so me and the Flying Rodent wound up swinging through the city like some monkeys. Then I landed on Silver's Convention Hall. The Bat gave me the usual treatment he gives his friends and knocked me into one of those skylights every building in Gotham's required to have. Never really found out how the typewriter got there, but that's where we landed and duked it out for some time. The Bat somehow got away and jumped into that part where the paper gets loaded and me, being a young chump, walked right to where he was. He kicked me in the face, I lost my balance, and I landed right in the gears of the machine. And that's when the Bat called it quits, telling me, 'Now's the time to give it up, Deadshot--or I'll jump down and write you a letter.'"
"I'd see worse in later years," Floyd tells her with no hint of irony in his voice. "All things considered, it was a fun match. And it gave me proof the Bat had a sense of humor."
"Naw. No one in their right head wants to be a creep." Floyd replied casually. "I always figured he put the fear of himself in everyone because he had nothing better to do on a Saturday night."
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Date: 2013-05-12 02:43 am (UTC)"It was after I got out of my first stint in prison, so I was itching to give the Bat some payback. I worked out every day, practiced my aiming with a comb, and made a new suit--that dumb red and yellow and white one I wear nowadays. So, we meet. Back then I had a grappling hook in my wrist-magnum, so me and the Flying Rodent wound up swinging through the city like some monkeys. Then I landed on Silver's Convention Hall. The Bat gave me the usual treatment he gives his friends and knocked me into one of those skylights every building in Gotham's required to have. Never really found out how the typewriter got there, but that's where we landed and duked it out for some time. The Bat somehow got away and jumped into that part where the paper gets loaded and me, being a young chump, walked right to where he was. He kicked me in the face, I lost my balance, and I landed right in the gears of the machine. And that's when the Bat called it quits, telling me, 'Now's the time to give it up, Deadshot--or I'll jump down and write you a letter.'"
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