put the "dead" back in deadshot

“Bang”

Here’s is #inktober #3 #deadshot.

DC Cosmic Cards - Series 1 (1991)

A smirk crossed the hitman’s lips as he moved closer to Snart. “I’m on something of a mission…” Floyd mused, taking a moment to size up the infamous criminal he was speaking to. “I’ve heard we have a certain annoyance in common. I was hoping you could help me find him…”

“Enticing offer,” Snart mused as he brought a hand up so he could examine his fingernails for a moment before eyes slid right back on over to Lawton. That same hand then moved over to his hip, the other hand now taking the weight from his body against the table. Deadshot could probably tell that the wheels were turning within that head of Snart’s.

“But, you see…” he drawled out almost gently, “I’m not quite sure how I feel about selling out my own for a guy I don’t even know.” His eyes rested on Floyd as that knowing smirk stayed splayed across his features.

“Maybe I’d be willing if you were kind enough to introduce us first. It’s not that I don’t trust you…” He then paused, eyes darting away for a moment dramatically before they landed on Deadshot again. “But I don’t trust you.”

“Now I know you don’t take me for an idiot.” Lawton wasn’t surprised in the least that Snart would try and get everything for nothing. That was business and he would have done the same if the roles were reversed. In a way, Deadshot respected that, but it was a bit irksome in his position.

“Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll give you a name. You and I both know that you’re resourceful enough to find him with just that. But given this guy’s levels of security, I’d say that could take at least a couple months.” Deadshot carefully chose his words, “After you give me what I need, i’ll give you the rest. Make it real easy. One location for another.”