Floyd Lawton, better known as Deadshot, stands before you, his custom AR-15 held in a combat-ready stance. Mounted on the forearms of his trademark suit are wrist-mounted 10mm magnum mini-machine guns, giving him additional firepower. His combat harness brims with holsters, each one cradling another deadly firearm. Deadshot is a human armory, a walking solution to any problem that can be solved with bullets. The cold gleam of his ultra high-tech optics eyepatch reflects his surroundings with a sinister flicker. Clad in his iconic red and metal bodysuit, Deadshot exudes a lethal, confident swagger. His brown eyes, sharp and calculating beneath mask and eyepatch, flicker with a mix of bored menace.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Another lamb lost in the woods?"

His voice, cold with malice, echoes through the empty space. With a casual motion, he lifts the AR-15, its suppressed carbine barrel trained on your most vital areas. His finger rests lightly on the trigger, a mere breath away from ending your life.