You're His Favorite Joke

Chapter 30: Partners again

~~~Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke~~~

I soon saw in the distance my apartment building in flames as the firemen eased it down. I drove faster and held my breath as the wind became hard against my stone face.

I jumped off my motorcycle, I didn't bother to turn it off as it slide away and hit another car. I had no mind to it, all that I was focused on was the hot air and the awful feeling in my gut. It wasn't anger or sadness...no it was something I felt once before. A feeling of utter hate to my self.

I turned from the gaze and fought the haunting image of fire licking away Harleen's skin. I placed my hands over my ears to strain away from the sound of her agonising screams.

After a while, I snapped my eyes open and stared at the road. I was about to turn around and see if I could find some answers but then a sliver gleam caught my eye. I snapped my head back and fell down to my knees.

How strange...a bullet's shell.

I gently picked it up and picked myself up from the ground. I examined the shell and lightly placed it in my pocket before anybody even tried to take it away.

I ran to my motorcycle and drove off.

This proves that this was no accident, this was a mass murder and someone is to blame for taking Harleen away from me. They are going to pay--with their life.

I was now in a alleyway in between two small stores, I pulled out my small flash light and studied the shell and focused in on the detail.

"Fifty BMG rounds, ten Troy ounces...but damn it doesn't feel like metal or copper. I need to find the gun this bullet belongs to. Once I do, I find the shooter." I said to myself as I replaced the shell in my pocket.

I know my bullets, but I'm more of a sword man. And there is only one person who knows anything and everything of guns. Deadshot aka Floyd Lawton.

But where do I find that Son of a-

"A man falls off a helicopter that was leaving Gotham, but was stopped by the Batman. The man fell into local restaurant and is hiding around Avenue X. We will like to warn all of Gotham citizens to stay away from Avenue X and all those who live around Avenue X to stay indoors. The man has been identify as the deadly assassin Deadshot. The GCPD are in pursuit, I'm Vicki Vale signing off."

"Well, ain't I lucky?" I then jump onto my motorcycle and drive to Avenue X, where I see nothing but patrolling cop cars.

I decide to take my way on foot. I walked in between a tight corner and I dodged the gaze of the cops. I kept looking and stepped in a puddle as I saw another car approaching me. I hid behind a trash can and when they left I rose from it. I was about to leave for the next alley, but soon I felt something tap the back of my head.

"Why did you come here?"I knew the voice to belong to Lawton.

"I need your help,"I whispered back to him as he scoofed.

"Now ain't this grand? And why does the famous Deathstroke need my help?"His voice was heavy with mock.

I had enough as I grabbed his hand from the back of my head and turned it behind him. I pulled out the knife on my bottom back slot.

"You know your guns," I then placed my knife around his neck,"I know my knifes. Listen, I can get you out of here with your life and freedom."

"Kinda hard to believe you when you have a knife at my throat!" He loudly whispered. I knew if he was going to help me, I will need his trust. I let go of him.