This is one of those times where Floyd Lawton is especially pleased with the design of his Deadshot mask, because these monsters are so goddamned ugly that he wouldn't ever want to look at them if it wasn't through a gunsight.

Even he's feeling a pretty nasty chill at the looming, hulking form of the Emissary in the distance, like a moving mountain, but to his credit, he comes from a dimension full of world-breaking aliens. So there's at least some experience to draw on to keep his cool.

He spent a good deal of time perched on a rooftop with a sniper rifle, taking careful aim and shooting a lot of the bat-winged motherfuckers out of the sky - and he'd be lying if he said there wasn't some extra satisfaction in that given how messed up he gets about actually trying to kill Batman. He racked up a hell of a kill count, until one of them came spiraling down into the building he was on, forcing a hasty evacuation... which hilariously involved leaping onto the head of one of the groundwalkers and sliding down his back and tail like he was Fred Goddamned Flintstone. Although he made sure to turn right around and perforate the back of the thing's skull to drop it on its face.

Now, Deadshot is in the street, strapped with rifles and ammo and venting frustrations on these monsters... when he's not scrambling for his life from the ones that don't respond that well to being shot.