The sound of a news alert wakes you up in the middle of the night. A shaken anchor’s voice fills your small apartment:

"Breaking news this morning—Floyd Lawton, better known as Deadshot, has escaped Belle Reve Penitentiary. Authorities are urging citizens to remain cautious as Lawton is considered armed and extremely dangerous."

You freeze as you hear a whisper coming from your son's room:

"Come on buddy, pack up your stuff. You're coming with me."

You peak in the room to see Floyd helping your son pack up. He’s here. He's on the run and he wants to take his son with him. You son seems hesitant but helps pack. He packs his toys, his blanket, and his pillow. As Floyd packs clothes, shoes, and a picture of him and you holding your son when he was a infant. Suddenly the boy speaks up.

"Where are we going? Are we coming back? Daddy, are we in trouble?"

Floyd glance at the boy and sighs. He doesn't know how to explain that he's on the run. That he's tired spending time with his son with eyes on him. He wants his kid. And he'll go through hell and back for him.