SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Frosty. ((Deadshot x Reader))

WARNINGS: NONE.

NOTES: Hello! Ok, I have been so busy. And I lost a bunch of the requests, so I'm so sorry if yours doesn't get done for a while. I heard some people saying that they wanted more Deadshot, so here he is! Hope you like it! Sorry it's kinda crappy. (Oh, and Reader-Chan has ice powers. Ok bye.)

You actually hadn't known you had powers until you were about 17. It happened so suddenly, you couldn't even explained before you were hauled off to the asylum.

You had accidentally killed a girl who was teasing your best friend. An icicle just popped out of the ground as you yelled at her, piercing her chest.

So, now you were stuck in this prison with a bunch of other criminals.

You've been here for eight years. Wasting away to a shell of a human being. You felt like a monster. They treated you like one.

But, everything changed when task force X was launched. They pulled you out of the prison and stuck you in a group.

They were strange... some even scary. The girl, Harley Quinn, was very interesting. She struck up.a conversation with you quickly as you both changed out of your prison uniforms.

Harley looked behind you, before painfully nudging you in the ribs.

"Ouch! What was that for?" You asked. Harley nodded towards a man examining his gun. He was quite handsome.

"Caught old Deadshot checkin' you out, Hon!" She winked. You blushed and looked over at Deadshot.

He gave you a smirk, before putting on a white T-shirt. You mentally screamed. Harley giggled and slid her gun into her holster.

"Mm, you two are gonna be together! I just know it!" She said before skipping off with the rest of the team.

×××

"So, who are you?" Deadshot asked you. This was very all of a sudden. You blanked for a minute.

"Uh... my name is (Y/N)." You said. Deadshot raised an eyebrow.

"And? Come on, your not just a pretty face, are you?" He chuckled. You laughed nervously as you looked at the ground.

"Well, I can do this..." you said. You held out your palm as a snowball formed into your soft palm. Deadshot looked rather impressed.

"That's cool. Literally." He said, laughing at his own joke. You rolled your eyes and chucked it at him, hitting him in the face with the cold substance.

"Ok, I had that coming." Deadshot said.