Let me tell you something about me. Life is the most valuable thing we have, right? When you take a life, that should mean something, right? When I killed my brother, I felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse -- nothing. And he was the one person in this world I ever gave two damns about. They lied to me -- about the importance of life. The only life anybody really cares about is their own and I don't even care about that. You understand? I'm just killing time, waiting to die.
I'v been held here for years-- ever since The Batman beat me-- but now-- Deadshot is free once more!
That's yer problem, lady. You believe people can be cured, be made healthy, be made normal -- that they can be saved. That they should be saved. But maybe the only way to cure some people is with a bullet between the eyes.
You guys are too precious, you know that? What did you think this card was going to do? What makes you one bit different from how you were yesterday? Remember? When you didn't care if you lived, died, or rode a goat naked? That yesterday? Now you suddenly see some, what... hope? Is that it? Newsflash, guys. For us? For anyone like us or around us? There is no happy ending. Only damn thing I know for sure.
You're decent folks. You work hard. You sacrifice for your family and your country. You respect and obey the law. No one ever gave you nothing. You made what you got. You struggle to keep it. Only one way to do that. You got to stick together. And I mean all together -- black, white, latino, what have you! The only power you got comes from your numbers! Those in charge know that! And what's the best way to keep you under control? Hate! Keep you separate from those with which you should have something in common! And you fall for it... every time! Get this through your heads -- black, white, whatever; You're all the "little guy." And anything -- any right, any freedom -- they can take from the next guy they can take from you. And that's a fact.
- Now everybody pay attention. Ever wonder how many times someone can get shot before they die?" *fires*
It's a lot. I guess everyone knows by now that Michelle and Zoe Torres mean something to me. Good. *fires*
Then I can make myself perfectly clear. *fires*
Anyone touches them, hassles them, bumps them on the street... *fires* ...This'll be you. *fires*
Anyone hurts them-- in any way-- This'll be you. For days. *fires*
Now watch closely. And be sure to tell your friends. *fires six more times*
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