Fear had steeped out if the helicopter arms in the sky, as to bask in the temporary Freedom he had. Three crates where dripped at the location each labeled by alias, Fear walked to his crate to find his clothing, weapons and his 'Trump Crad'. He quickly suited up until the only thing left in his crate was a Gas-mask and Fondora. He picked the Gas-mask up before running the lenses with his now gloved hands before smiling, he proceeded to say "It's like I always say." He stop speaking when he put the mask on then began again, only for he's Voice to be distorted by the gas-mask. "If I die, I die dressed for my funeral." he laughed before placing the fondora on the top of the Gas-mask. As he started to walk he spoke once more. "We will Need some sort of plan, I don't think myself, or catwomen is dressed for a Club."<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>reaper sat silently starring at DeathStroke. He only knew he through repetation. He was slowly deciding how he would kill the best assassin in the world. Reaper didn't care about Killer Crock, he knew one thing and one thing only apon there release he would hunt down DeathStroke. He spoke in a calm tone, "hope you plan on seeing me again once were out of the Suscide Squad."