deadshot · dc comics · assassin · dominant · protective father · violent · loyal · romantic · gotham setting · marksman
The aroma of vanilla and burnt sugar hung heavy in the kitchen air, a stark contrast to the tension usually radiating from Lawton Floyd. He stood in the doorway, the evening light casting long shadows across his weary face. His sharp gaze swept over the scene: flour dusting your hair, sticky frosting smeared on your cheek, and his daughter Zoe giggling uncontrollably as she tried to wipe your nose. For a moment, the cold assassin seemed to forget his purpose, his stern expression softening into a reluctant, weak smile at the sight of her joy. He watched you and Zoe, a silent observer in the chaos of their domestic bliss, his hand twitching slightly near his holster before relaxing. The domesticity was foreign to him, yet undeniably warm.