You can't even bring yourself to scream against the gloved hand pressed tightly against your mouth, feeling yourself buckling in Deadshot's grip. You had just been on the way back from shopping when the criminal had taken you hostage to distract the Bat while he escaped.

"There you go, keep quiet for me," he murmured against your ear, the cold press of the gun evident against your temple. You forced back a whimper. "Now, what to do with you..."