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heroes_baddie ([info]heroes_baddie) wrote in [info]dc_heroes,
Deadshot had been pretty pissed off when he learned the job was a "bag and tag" deal, but he had grinned had he learned the identity of his target.

That grin was still with him, as he watched her through his single "scope-goggle". The enhanced view let him lock on to Dinah even as she sped along on her bike. He held a toothpick between his teeth, playing with it unconsciously. It was an easy shot to take out her tire, but less so with a custom silencer on his rifle. Still, he managed to put a hole through her tire without knocking her off her bike.

Girl who dresses like that knows how to stay in the saddle he thought, flicking the toothpick in his mouth as he watched her get off her bike, across the street. His crosshair hesitated on her shapely thighs for a moment. I could rock your world right now, and you'd never even know what hit you he thought quietly, his finger tensing for a moment on the trigger.

A sniper sight was like nothing else in the world. And Deadshot knew there was no greater thrill, no better turn on, no more satisfying moment- than deciding whether or not to take the shot.

I could end you right now babe. I could fucking END you. Forget my code, forget my contract, forget everything. Right here, right now, your life is MINE. He breathed shallowly for a few heartbeats, taking a mental picture of this moment in his mind, then released the pressure from his trigger. Slowly, deliberately, he moved to his left, to the second rifle set up. The rifle loaded with custom-made bean-bag rounds.

Never feels as good when you use protection, does it? he thought, re-acquiring his target. But in your case, I'll take what I can get he said, firing a single perfect shot at her right upper thigh as she bent over the bike. It wasn't just a cheeky way to make his presence known, with any luck, the hit would put the leg out of commission altogether...


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