James was about to reach out and comfort him when he saw a red dot appear on Hartley's head. Oh God no. "Get down!" James yelped as he tackled Hartley down, the shot barely missing them. Then there was another and another. They hid behind the boxes, the same boxes as last time, and James felt like he was definitely hitting breaking point.
He was so tired, he wanted this all to be over. He wanted Deadshot to stop.
"We can't let this keep happening. We need to put him down for good. One last ditch attempt. What do you say? You got your flute, I got my bombs. Let's do this."
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James was about to reach out and comfort him when he saw a red dot appear on Hartley's head. Oh God no. "Get down!" James yelped as he tackled Hartley down, the shot barely missing them. Then there was another and another. They hid behind the boxes, the same boxes as last time, and James felt like he was definitely hitting breaking point.
He was so tired, he wanted this all to be over. He wanted Deadshot to stop.
"We can't let this keep happening. We need to put him down for good. One last ditch attempt. What do you say? You got your flute, I got my bombs. Let's do this."