Deadshot's grip slipped a little and he reconsidered his options. "Look Lady, I don't give up. Ever. And I don't squeal on my clients. I've got a code" he said, surprisingly serious. There were few things Deadshot believed in, but his strange sense of honor was one of them. At the same time, he didn't like the prospect of getting blown off the rooftop. He decided to walk the familiar line of helping an enemy out, only as much as was absolutely necessary.
"You've got me at a disadvantage here though. There's nothing stopping you from looking through the duffel bag I left with my rifles" he said, divulging information she would already deduce on her own anyway. His fingers twitched and he grabbed for a hold with his right hand- catching it narrowly. "But I'd be quick if I were you, because if you're still here when I pull myself up, halftime is over Princess" he said, trying to get a leg over the ledge and failing- forcing him to rest for a moment lest his strength give out...
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