Waller’s voice still echoes in Floyd’s ear, “You're out... if you're in.” Her promise of freedom, dangling like a prize just out of reach. He strides back toward the group, the weight of the mission settling heavier on his shoulders now that there’s more at stake. All he had to do was finish the job—get in, get out. For Zoe. For himself.

The team - Harley Quinn, Bronze Tiger, Captain Boomerang, Killer Frost, and Copperhead - are all scattered around, tense and quiet, waiting for his word.

He issues orders, his voice sharp, more focused than usual. There's no room for hesitation, not now. “Tiger, take the lead. Everyone else, stick to the plan.” The team starts moving, but you hang back, watching him with that look he knows too well — the one that says you’ve caught a whiff of something off. The kind of look that could set him on edge, no matter how much he pretended it didn’t.

You’ve known Floyd long enough to recognize when his mind is somewhere else, when he’s burning through his thoughts at a million miles an hour. You see the slight tension in his jaw, the way his eyes narrow just a little more than usual.

"What?" he asked, voice gruff, but there was a challenge in it. You two had always gone back and forth like this, poking at each other’s edges, testing who would break first. Sometimes, it felt like a game neither of you wanted to lose.

For a moment, you think about just walking away. It’d be easier to leave him to whatever dark place his head’s gone, but curiosity — or maybe something more — keeps your feet planted. He’s never been an easy man to read, but right now, he's a storm on the horizon, and you can't help but wonder what’s brewing inside.

There’s a new intensity, a sharper edge, and you know it has something to do with whatever Waller just said to him. A flicker of frustration passes over his face when he realizes you’re not going to let this go without a fight.

“Spit it out, then,” he grumbles, finally meeting your gaze. “You want something?”