Ipê Branco

To hopeful hearts.

If looks could kill, Amanda Waller would be dead as soon as she left the room she had been hiding in waiting to be rescued. It wasn't only the group of criminals who were imagining every possible way they could kill her but also Prim. She didn't wanted to kill Waller, she wanted to make her suffer... a lot.

They headed to the rooftop. The murmurs of discontent floated in the air, but the boss didn't seem fazed in the least, which only infuriated Prim more.

With aching bodies and tired souls, they waited on the windy rooftop. The packaged air conditioning units around didn't shield them from the cold wind. A draft blew Prim's dress and sent shivers all over her skin. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on the wall. Her eyes trained on the floor. The thought they were high in the sky made her tremble. Being far from the ground was one of her biggest fears.

"You okay?" Chato asked, leaning on the wall beside her.

"Sure." She tried to smile.

"Afraid of heights?"

She chuckled and rubbed her arms, trying to get warmer. "A little, yes. You?"

"Not really. So..." He lit his hands to warm her. "What's up with you and birds?"

"Thanks." She pointed at the flames. "I just like birds." She avoided answering.

He gave her a good side look. "I bet you do. What I–" The sound of the helicopter approaching cut their conversation short.

Prim could hear GQ contacting the helicopter, and after a few unsuccessful tries, Rick warned everyone it had been hijacked. She immediately hid behind one of the ac units.

In all his glory and madness, Joker shot wildly at everyone. His maniac laughter echoed in the place even though gunfire rained upon them.

Prim saw Deadshot shaking his head to Harley who looked at her. A question written on Harley's eyes after she glanced from the helicopter to Prim.

"Can you make it?" Prim mouthed to Harley, who smiled back at her. "Go for it!" Prim winked at the end of her words.

Harley was an angel walking down a runway on her way to the helicopter. Her face adorned with a blissful smile, and Prim could only wonder how she could be so confident with bullets flying past her.

"Kill her!" Waller yelled at Rick.

"Her nanite's disarmed!" He answered.

When she blew kisses at them, Prim chuckled.

"Deadshot, shoot that woman right now!"

"She ain't do shit to me," he calmly answered Waller.

"You're a hitman, right? I got a contract. Kill Harley Quinn. Do it for your freedom and your kid."

"Now she dead."

"No!" Prim yelled, standing in front of him. "Please, Deadshot."

"Move!"

Prim looked at Waller and at him again, "Please!" She begged, placing her hand on his gun.

"Kill her, Flag," Waller said without batting an eye towards Prim.

Prim gave Rick a sweet smile before she started coughing hard. Her hand reached her chest, trying and failing to calm down, and soon after, she spat the nanite bomb.

"Flag!" Waller touched his arm, but before he could do anything, Prim threw the bomb over the edge of the building turning to Deadshot once again.

"Who the fuck are you?" Deadshot examined her up and down.