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Presenting : Floyd Lawon / Deadshot from DC Comics. VERSES & MUSE INFORMATION
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“ The DEVIL doesn’t come in red cape && pointy HORNS. He comes disguised as E V E R Y T H I N G you’ve wished for. ”
Presenting : Floyd Lawon / Deadshot from DC Comics. VERSES & MUSE INFORMATION
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God of War (2018) Starter Sentences
Do not concern yourself with what might be. Focus on what is and be vigilant.
Anger can be a weapon if you control it.
I am always serious.
I guess you never really get over losing the ones you care about.
You think I’m weak because I’m not like you.
Even good leaders make poor choices. The best take responsibility for them.
It feels good to be strong.
It is a delicate balance. Expect the worst. Assume nothing. And always anticipate an attack.
Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief.
I just want to know the truth from now on. I don’t care if it hurts me or not.
This path you walk… vengeance. You will no peace.
You’re gonna get me all weepy.
I am your monster no longer.
You will always be a monster.
We really should expect that sort of response at this point...
Do NOT call me that.
Well, that's a sight no man should ever see. Thanks for that.
Keep your expectations low and you'll never be disappointed.
Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.
This is why no one likes you.
Haven't you been teaching me to kill?
Nobody cared about him anyways. What's the difference?
Why... why do you even care? You could have.. walked away.
🌼 * ― TENSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS. CHANGE PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
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"Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now."
"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."
"I can make you disappear, and the best part? Everyone who loves you will help me look for you."
"You’re acting like you have cards left to play. Look at your hand. Look at me. We both know you're done."
"Take a deep breath. Let it out. Enjoy it, because it’s the last easy thing you’re going to do today."
"I'm not going to ruin your life. I'm just going to stand back and watch you do it yourself."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this conversation right now.
"Choose your next words like your life depends on them, because they do."
"You think you're the monster in this room?"
"We are well past the point of apologies.
"Now, we're just negotiating the collateral damage."
"I am being incredibly patient with you right now, but you are running out of seconds."
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Let's see who haunts who more."
"I didn't lock the door to keep them out. I locked it to keep you in."
"I've been watching you sleep for a week.
"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?
"You keep apologizing to me."
"You can scream if you want to. No one is going to come, but I’d quite like to hear what you sound like when you're desperate."
"Hold still. It hurts a lot less if you don't fight it, and frankly, I'd like to get this over with."
"I’m going to ask you a question. If you lie, I take a finger. If you stay silent, I take two. Let’s begin."
"You’re crying. Why? This is exactly what you chose when you decided to double-cross me."
"Don't bother looking for the keys. I melted them down an hour ago."
"I’m not angry. I’m just calculating exactly how much of you I can take apart before you stop breathing."
"If you make a single sound, I will drive this blade straight through your throat. Do you understand me?"
"Please. Please don't look at me like that. Just do it quickly. Just don't make me beg."
"They're downstairs. They found us. If we don't jump right now, we are going to die in this room."
"Look at my hands. I can't get the blood off. It won't come off. Why won't it come off?"
"Run. Don't look back, don't wait, just run because whatever is coming next will be me."
"Go ahead, call the police. Who do you think answers the phone when you dial those numbers?"
"Look in the mirror. Do you even recognize what's left of you?"
"You're going to sit there, and you're going to smile, and you're going to act like everything is perfect."
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Usually, he does not regularly carry a backpack, duffel bag, or other obvious bag as part of his iconic look.
As Deadshot
• On His Body:- Twin pistols, Shoulder holster, Extra magazines, Combat knife, Hidden backup blade, Utility pouches, Tactical gloves, Body armor (depending on mission)
• In His Pockets:- Cigarettes, Lighter, Cash, Safehouse keys, Burner phone
• Mission Specific Additions:- Sniper rifle, Rifle ammunition, Binoculars, Suppressor, Explosives, Lockpicks, Handcuffs or zip ties, maps, photos, target dossiers
As Floyd Lawton
•Everyday Carry:- Wallet, Cash, Credit cards, Car keys, House keys, Cigarettes, Lighter, Wristwatch, Phone, Items Related to Zoe, Photos of Zoe, School paperwork, Birthday reminders, Child support receipts, Small gifts he hasn't worked up the courage to give her yet.
Millionaire Floyd
•As the heir to the Lawton fortune: Expensive pen, Checkbook (older comics), Laptop but keeps in the sedan, Business documents, Legal paperwork, Concealed pistols, Spare magazine, Folding knife, Wallet with Zoe's photo in it.

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"This is exactly why I keep things to myself." A mock offended. "You say one semi-nice thing && immediately it becomes content. Oh, you are NEVER letting this go, are you?"
❛ you can keep it all to yourself all you want. you're kind of an open book. to me at least. and you are one hundred percent right about that ------ ❜ arms thrown into the air in a cat - like stretch and only ends once the lower of her back POPS and those limbs come crashing right back down to her sides. ❛ ----- DEFINITELY never letting this go. me ? let something THIS good just flutter off into the wind , never to be seen again ? i'd NEVER. how could i call myself the self proclaimed " queen of pettiness " if i did that ? ❜
"Good title." A nod followed. "Little wordy, though. 'Petty Woman' was right there."
He aggressively KICKED the pillow off the bed. "Move, bitch, get out the way ! The throne is mine."
HER GAZE SHARPENED INTO A GLARE. “ Why are you acting like this? ”
"..... It’s a foam-idable opponent."
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The corridor smoldered in low torchlight, shadows licking up the stone like they had teeth. Outside, rain dragged itself across the night in a slow, steady hiss but inside, everything narrowed ;; quiet, contained, too aware. Floyd stood near the window----- one shoulder against the cold wall, posture loose but INTENTIONAL, like he’d already accounted for every exit.... except this moment.
Her words didn’t pass;; they stayed. Sat between them, heavy in a way that didn’t belong to war rooms or strategy. He felt the shift it caused, subtle but real like a MISALIGNMENT he couldn’t quite correct. She had a way of pulling him off-center without even trying, turning instinct into something less reliable. His gaze moved to her again, slower like he wasn’t pretending it didn’t affect him.
"Yeah---- that’s usually what happens when you’re looking at me."
THE QUEEN WAS SITTING AT HER DESK WITH KINGDOM MATTERS TO ATTEND TO. New regulations to review, charities and infrastructure to fund, all on a stack of parchment for her approval, sitting neatly in front of her. Yet, the quill sat idly between her fingers as her eyes poured over the words over and over again as she was trying to make sense of the requests.
She was distracted, that much was clear as day. AND IT HAD ALL TO DO WITH THE OUTLAW IN FRONT OF HER. He was observing, looking out the window as if he were expecting something to appear before him, some sort of danger he would have to protect her from.
She let out a sigh. Loud, annoyed, as if it would make anything better, as she flipped the parchment over to its underside as she continued to stare at the words until they started to make sense to her. “ Do you have to be in here? Would another room in this castle not suffice? ”
He had long since abandoned the PRETENSE of searching for danger outside the window. If assassins were scaling the castle walls, they had picked an unfortunate evening for it, because the queen's office was already occupied by one nuisance too many.
The man stood in comfortable silence, listening to the rustle of PARCHMENT and the increasingly dramatic ways Olympia attempted to convince herself she was reading. She'd been staring at the same stack for the better part of twenty minutes. He knew because he'd caught himself watching her instead of the courtyard.
Her sigh finally broke the quiet. Loud. Deliberate. The sort of sigh designed to make another person feel responsible for it. Floyd turned from the window then ;; one shoulder settling against the stone as his gaze found her across the desk. For a second, his EXPRESSION softened despite himself before the familiar dry amusement returned.
"The other rooms don't sigh at me nearly as much. Should I sit NEXT to you?"
THE MARKSMAN didn't blink as the glitter-coated explosive passed inches from his nose. He just leaned back slightly, his single visible eye tracking the swaying pink bow with a mixture of professional exhaustion && genuine curiosity. He reached out, his gloved fingers gently....very gently;; steadying her hand to keep the bomb from actually clipping his chin. "If the explosion doesn't get 'em, the retinal damage from all that glitter definitely will," Floyd let out a short, dry huff that might have been a laugh in a different life. He took a second to inspect the 'craftsmanship,' leaning in to squint at a particularly aggressive cluster of sequins near the DETONATOR.
"I’ll give you this: it’s the most stylish way to level a city block I've seen all week. But if we’re gonna go 'boom boom pow,' maybe wait until I’m at least TWENTY yards back? ----- I don’t fancy picking colored sparkles out of my armor for the next three months."
‘ puh-lease, y’bein’ so dramatic for no reason, floydie. i'm actually sooo careful when it comes t’explosives. y’could say i'm a professional. ‘ her pout comes along with a playful eyeroll, that changes with a blink to a prideful look — chest puffed out and chin lifted high with his praise. ‘ also, i think you’d look so cheeky with a lil bit o’ glitter. might have t’ change your name to floyd cullen when we’re done. just don't bite me, ey? i ain't bella swan with mental health issues. ‘ she teases again, crawling onto her feet with a stretch and a crack of her spine that echoes, even with her quiet ouch.
with hands on hips and the bomb carelessly lying by her boots, she takes a quick glance. ‘ ain't it a shame there’s no flyin’ robin kiddo to glue the bomb to? that woulda make the placement decision so freakin’ easy peasy. hmm — what other constructive criticism yer offering before y’go runnin’ off to safety, pal? ‘ she’s more than ready to kick it as far as possible and hope for the best outcome ; clearly putting more thought into the decorating than the actual plan they’ve had in their hands.
‘ this is gonna be just like that one easter eve, remember what a fun we all had? good ol’ days. i’ll buy ya a glass of hot choccy and a waffle if we don’t explode. ‘
The marksman looked at her for a moment after the hot chocolate offer, then at the bomb, then back at her again. The sequence REPEATED once more ;; like he was genuinely trying to determine which part of that sentence concerned him the most. The bomb. The nostalgia. Or the fact Harley apparently treated potential detonation as a perfectly acceptable prelude to DESSERT.
A slow breath left him through his nose as he hooked his thumbs into his belt. The mention of Easter Eve dragged up enough memories to make him immediately regret remembering it at all. There'd been screaming, property damage, at least one fire NOBODY could properly explain &&& somehow an alarming amount of pastel decorations involved. The fact she remembered it fondly felt ENTIRELY on brand.
His head tilted slightly toward the glitter-covered explosive at her feet, expression settling into that familiar look of tired acceptance reserved exclusively for Harley's ideas. "...Y'know, most people promise hot chocolate before they CONVINCE somebody to help commit a felony." A pause followed. "But alright. If we don't explode, I'm holdin' you to the waffle."

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THE COURTROOM breathed in stale air && cheap anticipation, the kind that clung to the walls of Gotham City like mildew. It wasn’t justice unfolding ------ it was THEATER.
Every cough, every shuffle of paper, every overly rehearsed objection was just noise dressing up the real hunger in the room. Spectacle. Always spectacle. && she fit into it too well, didn’t she? Bright where others dulled themselves down, deliberate where others pretended coincidence. The kind of presence that didn’t just sit in a room ;; it tilted it. && the man beside her didn’t flinch at it. Didn’t stare. Didn’t react the way civilians always did. That alone was enough to mark him WRONG.
She spoke, and the words slipped out like a blade testing the air ;; casual, but sharpened with intent. The MENTION of a corpse, of negotiation ---- it wasn’t a guess, it was bait. Because people like them didn’t come here for closure. They came for timing. For opportunity. For the exact second a life could be taken ; or preserved ;; depending on the payout.
&& when she added that she needed him breathing, that was the tell. Not mercy. Never mercy. Purpose. Something theatrical. Something very… Joker-adjacent in its cruelty. He let a beat pass. Then another. Still as a statue, but not idle ----- calculating. && when he finally turned his head, it wasn’t curiosity in his eyes, it was recognition.
"Breathing men make mistakes. DEAD ones don’t." A pause ;; just long enough to let it settle. "But if you’re that attached to your… punchline, you better make it quick." ---- His gaze flicked back to the defendant. "Because I don’t get paid to wait."
❝ Good grief, ❞ SEEMS AS THOUGH SHE WAS RIGHT ON THE MARK, an obnoxious little smile rests on her painted face. She needed the defendant to walk free ── she'd manufactured enough outrage by leaking intel to the public that a lot of people craved ' justice ', a spectacle of justice, anyway. & when that happens, she'd be right there to strike the heart of her true enemy: the judge in charge. A puppet of her own inside Gotham's law sounded too delicious for her to pass up. The defendant was a means to an end. ❝ That's the problem with you Gen X-ers, you fail to see the full picture. ❞
The public was sheep; their outrage was easy to manufacture & to lead. Making them want something hard enough, only to deny them, leads to a beautiful theater of outrage ── Throughout history, it's been the same. Want & deny & stab your friends in the back 23 times. ❝ What if I tell you that you're sitting at the start of a bidding war? Your contract's about to mutate ── if he walks free now, ❞ & trust that he will, she's spent a lot of money to make sure of that.
❝ Shoot him now, you get paid once. Let Gotham see him smile on the courthouse steps, & you’ll have half the city begging to buy the bullet. ❞ High demand, high pay, simple concept.
The corners of his mouth didn't move. No smirk. No amusement. JUST SILENCE. The kind that came from a man sorting information into useful && useless piles. Most people thought assassins cared about bodies. They cared about trajectories ;; Causes. Consequences. A corpse was easy. What happened because of the corpse ----- that was where things got complicated. && she was talking about consequences.
MARKETS.
Public reaction.
Pressure.
The bullet itself wasn't the product. The aftermath was.
Down below, the defendant sat UNAWARE that half the room seemed more interested in the future than his actual fate. He watched him for a moment, then let his gaze drift elsewhere. Security positions. Entrances. The judge ;; A few faces in the gallery. People always got tunnel vision around a target. That was how they missed the rest of the operation. ---- &&& operations were what interested him.
A few seconds passed.
"Maybe."
His eyes remained on the courtroom floor. "Or maybe everybody in this city is OVERCOMPLICATING a simple job. If half of Gotham wants him dead tomorrow..." His gaze settled briefly on the defendant. "...why would I rush today?"
"Last time we had a moment, I stared at a ceiling fan for TWO hours."
❝ you say that like it's my fault. ❞
"Then I guess we're both victims of your charm."
"I didn't think I was a morning person until you started doing that."
❝ Glad I could help you change your mind. ❞
"If this is the standard routine, you might actually turn me into an early riser."
Floyd Lawton/Deadshot in VILLAINS UNITED: INFINITE CRISIS SPECIAL #1
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All my life, there are those who have tried to CLAIM ME. They wanted to control that which they could not understand. Some were evil. Some were good. One, I willingly offered myself to. BUT NONE COULD EVER KEEP ME. a private and independent 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐒. marvel comics 616 based with headcanon influences. Does not adhere to mcu or netflix or disney whatsoever. twenty-one plus. assassinated by DANI may, 2022.