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Posted by Bizarro
on 7/31/2009, 1:16 pm
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Bizarro was going to show the people of Earth how much he loved them—one grisly example at a time. He stared at the tank in front of him, its cannon barrel only inches from his face. Grinning, he grabbed the barrel with both hands, squeezed, lifted the entire tank over his head with the greatest of ease, and brought it crashing down again and again and again, the screams and explosions and sounds of metal screeching and bending making Bizarro giggle. He then tossed the crushed heap of a tank to the side, and turned his attentions to the soldiers now fleeing from him in terror.
“ME, BIZARRO, AM LOVING YOU!” Bizarro screamed as he punched his fist through the abdomen of a soldier, and then merely laughed as he gripped him by the neck, pulled the soldier off of his arm, and threw him through another soldier.
Bizarro suddenly felt a tickle on the back of his neck. He turned slowly, the yellow, distorted smile on his face growing wider and wider. Three soldiers crouched around a machine gun, spraying bullets at Bizarro. Bizarro breathed deep, then blew out a wave of fire from his mouth, melting the gun in an instant. Two of the soldiers started to flee, one to the left, and one to the right, but Bizarro set off after them, and in an instant had appeared in front of one, grabbed him by the throat, and in another instant, grabbed the other. Bizarro then began to clap them together like cheap dolls, spraying blood and organs and chips of bone all around. And when Bizarro grew bored of this game, he tossed aside the tattered, mangled bodies and returned his attentions to the third guard, now cowering just behind his machine gun, a trail of tears pouring down his face.
Bizarro stared at him for a long time, his ice vision forming a icy coffin starting from the soldiers feet and slowly moving up until the sheet of ice reached his neck. Then… nothing. The beast suddenly wavered and stumbled. His eyes glazed over, and in an instant he was asleep in a heap on the ground, the screams of the frozen soldier wafting him to sleep. And in the next moment, a wave of soldiers overtook his body.
Hundreds of feet away, from an unassuming office window, Floyd Lawton kicked his feet onto the windowsill, set aside his dart gun, and smiled beneath his cold, steel mask. It wasn’t an easy score—Blue Kryptonite, even an ounce of it, and even though it does nothing to the REAL Man of Steel, was still expensive to come by. And now he would have to get Bizarro’s body from a huge military force, and he would have to do it unassumingly, or else Eiling’s cause would be lost, as would Lawton’s paycheck. It all added up to one simple truth—he would have to get his hands dirty.
And Deadshot loved getting his hands dirty.
TBC
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