Marv Wolfman

Flag scowled at him. This crap was why he didn’t want to work with these killers.

“Anything for a dollar, right, Lawton? Sorry we’re not smothering retired mobsters with pillows.”

Deadshot just stared at him. Killer to killer.

Ignoring him, Flag entered the last number then stepped back. They heard the rollers retract as the vault door eased open. Flag stepped through then turned back to the others.

“I’m going in,” he said. “You stay here. Don’t wanna give our VIP a heart attack.”

Harley grinned and tapped a little dance. “Aww, so sweet. He’s embarrassed of us. You’re such a cutie.”

“No, brother, but we will grind it into our dreams. Trust me. You know this is what must be done.” She looked into his eyes and knew he would cooperate. He believed in her completely. She kissed him and placed his hand over her missing heart.

“You’re a real cheerleader, Flag,” Deadshot said. “Makes us all tingly inside wanting to follow your lead.”

“Whatever turns you on,” Flag said, smiling.