She shrugged again. Vigilante justice worked once down here, when Deadshot cleaned house. If she thought he was alive, she'd hire him to come back and spread a little shotgun justice around again. This time, though, she'd be here to keep it cleaned up. Nobody would have to depend on some costumed jerk to keep his word to help them.
Right now she'd settle for a rainy night to keep the dealers inside.
"Some people are worth saving down here. Not Jakey or his girl. They're gonna be like this their whole lives if they don't get killed first. Others."
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