The henchmen Deadshot had directed to investigate had made a pretty decent show in securing the living room and even going so far as to double check the front entrance. He was about to report back with an all clear when he caught scent of the pizza pie.
The stacked blonde hadn't been cooking again and it wasn't like anyone had ordered for delivery. Maybe one of the crew had done a supply run. (They sure had enough beer stocked.) He paused in the doorway and looked for any signs of forced entry. This wasn't how cops played it. Or capes.
Finally after a long moment of indecision, he walked over to the pizza box and flipped the top. Still piping hot and the eight slices wouldn't nearly be enough for this crew. Finder's keepers...