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Deadshot POV:

Bullets fly around above my head, lodging themselves into walls and people, raining down chaos on the roof of the busted office building. Usually the sound of gun fire would calm me, would fill me with a feeling of complete control, but as I press my body against one of those green electrical boxes I feel anything but in control.

The laugh of a mad man reaches my ears, one that could only belong to one person. My head snaps to where Harley's seated beside me and I instantly know that this isn't going to end well. Not for her, not for him, and certainly not for me. Harley looks over to me and scrunches her eyebrows together, grabbing at her neck. "What? I got a hickey or something?" She feels around her neck before the bright pink phone she somehow managed to smuggle past the guards vibrates in her hand. I look down at the screen.

NOW!

Fuck. Our eyes lock and I shake my head at her, willing her to stay put. The wide smile that spreads across her face is enough to tell me that she's leaving, no matter what. She pushes herself to her feet and struts towards the helicopter that carries the infamous Joker. "Harley!" I yell after her, even though I know she won't listen to me. "Shit," I whisper under my breath, leaning against the box as I watch her drop her jacket to the ground.

"Kill her!" Waller bitch yells at Flag.

"Her explosive's been disarmed," Flag yells back. I breathe out a sigh of relief, a small bit of the weight resting on my chest having been lifted.

All gun fire suddenly seizes as Harley's giggles become the main focus of everyone as she swings on the rope hanging from the helicopter. I stand up from my crouched position and stare at her as she twirls around on the rope. "Deadshot!" Waller calls. "Shoot that woman right now."

"She ain't do shit to me," I reply.

She walks over so she's standing right in front of me and taunts, "You're a hitman, right? I got a contract. Kill Harley Quinn. Do it for your freedom and your kid."

Zoe. My little girl. I could be free. I could finally be the dad she deserves. I want that more than anything in the world. But Harley… "Oh, she dead."

I turn around and place my gun on top of the green box, taking aim. Harley locks eyes with me from her upside down position, holding my gaze.

Zoe.

My breath is shaky as I lower my head down to the sight, blinking away a tear forming in my eye. I only knew her for a short time, but she's already one of the best people I know. But Zoe needs me. And I need her. I position my finger over the trigger and close my eyes as I pull it.

The bang vibrates through my skull as the bullet leaves the chamber. I open my eyes in time to see Harley flip down the rope before stopping, one hand still hanging on. The only sound is the helicopter's blade whipping through the air in the moments before her fingers finally give out and her body plummets toward the ground. After a minute or so, the dead silence is broken by a scream.

Everyone watches as the Joker falls to his knees on the helicopter's floor, leaning over the edge to stare at Harley's body two hundred feet below. A cross between disbelief and heartbreak mask his face, in stark contrast to his usual haunting grin. He sits back on his heels and presses his forehead to the floor as his heartbreaking screams rip through the dead air created by the loss of his queen. From behind me I hear Waller say something to one of the soldiers, and about thirty seconds later the helicopter is shot out of the sky.

I turn around to face the others, my face void of expression. The faces of my new friends stare back at me, equally expressionless. Waller looks at me and nods her head. "You're free to go," she says, smugness dripping from her every word. And that's exactly what I do.