dark red.

• part 1 • the ride to gotham

"..Hey." Dead-shot nudged me, making me slightly awake.
I looked at him as I let out a heavy exhale, realizing everyone except me and him was asleep. "Yeah?"
"Sorry. Just didn't want to be alone."
I smirked, "Father and feared hitman doesn't like the silence?"
"Nah..just like to have someone there who's awake."
I nodded, "Understandable. So..what're you thinking?"
He sighed. Something was jumping back and forth in his mind. "It's all real fishy, no?" He whispered, mainly eyeing Rick. "We get taken out for some mystery job in Gotham, and this colonel is tasked to control us."
"I don't like him. He's weirdly cocky."
Dead-shot nudged me again playfully, "You're not a fan of cocky brainwashed soldiers?"
"Oh- yeah. Real sexy you know? When they mindlessly follow a government without knowing the truth..whew."
Dead-shot smiled, "I think you're near him though. I mean, you were the first to call out their bullshit at the field. He snapped back just as quick. You two would be cute."
"Ugh- Floyd. Nono. I'm going back to jail. He's going to become a pet for that lady on the screen. Different motives my friend."
"Wha..? You want to go back in jail?"
"Oh, no. Just I'd rather go back to jail then do whatever the fucks going on here. I mean really, bringing out convicts to save their asses?" I ran a hand alongside my jawline, motioning over to everyone before stopping at Katana, "We are obviously here as disposables. Sure, if they want us to do good, any fucking day. But forcing us to do it? They just need people that they can rely on without having to test the bargain of someone's morality."
Dead-shot looked at me, "You've got some serious trust issues."
"In my area of expertise, it's better to have them. Especially against some sheep ass colonel." I looked back to Flag.
Boomerang whispered to me, catching me by surprise, "Why dontcha' kill 'im then?"
Dead-shot and I looked at him for a moment, before Dead-shot returned back to looking forward, "I..Iunno. He'll end up dying some other way. Expected from a guy like him, no?"
Boomerang frowned, "You're a bit too caring. Sure you've been in the 'itman biz?"
"Abso-fuckin-lutely."
Dead-shot sighed, looking at Boomerang, "What'd you do?"
Boomerang grinned, his gold tooth flashing a glare, "Robbed a bank. Killed my partner but ol' Flashyboy caught me red handed."
"..you killed your partner?" I looked at Boomerang.
"Yup. Got a problem with 'at?"
"Why?"
"I'm not a people person." He sighed, looking at us all, "Everyone on this plane isn't a people person. Period."
"What makes 'ya say that?" Harley looked over now, the rest of us realizing she was awake.
Boomerang motioned to us, "We all ended up in Reve for a reason. We're known as killers. Nothing else. 'C'ept girlie over there." He looked at me.
"Hey- fuck you man. You don't know me."
"I could read you like a fuckin' book, mate." He let out a chuckle, "You were in the army. Can tell by that 'I've seen shit' look you've got engraved on your fuckin' face. You realized that all these governments are filled with terrible fuckin' people and became a hitman. Just. Like. Us."
Harley frowned, unsure if whether her and Floyd should get involved. I bit into my lower lip, "You're way worse than me man. Don't compare me to you. I left and worked for a fucking living. Only reason I got caught is cause a fucking kid was near by. I didn't want the kid to see me beat the shit out of a costume wearing asshole! I'm not like you because I'm not a FUCKING psychopath."
He sighed, taking a moment. "Oh really? What lured you into the army then? Cause even then you FUCKIN' knew you'd be killing people, you crazy fucker!" I fell silent. He DID read me like a book. Whether I liked it or not; he was right. God was he fucking right. "No response, girlie?"
Harley sighed, "That's enough Boomer.."
Dead-shot nodded. "So now I'm the bad guy in a plane with a bunch of fucking murderers? I robbed banks and killed criminals. You fuckers killed people cause it was a sport to you idiots. Fuck this." Boomerang scolded us all. We all knew he was right though. The painful truth.
I turned to the window now, sighing. Holy fucking shit.
"Guys.." I spoke silently once. They didn't turn or anything, "GUYS."
Harley turned to the window, her mouth dropping. Dead-shot leaned, his eyes widening. Even Boomerang nearly shit himself. Flag woke up too. Looking out the window. "What the fuck is that, army-boy?" Dead-shot looked at Flag, motioning to the window.
"Terrorists. You know the deal." Flag was lying through his fucking teeth. It was so painfully obvious. But we heard him load his gun, priming it and slinging it over himself.
"Are you kidding me?" I looked at Flag.
Flag looked at me for a moment, but then returned to looking forward. "It's terrorism." He simply spoke. The perfect fucking soldier; an obedient dog. Poor fucking guy.