Disclaimer: I'm poor and therefore own none of these characters.
Note: I know I got people out of character but I think it makes more with the fun this way.
He Used the Little Gun
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Low to the ground Xander scrambled for the cover of the metal counter. His eyes were wide in shock and fear as he clutched his bleeding shoulder and leaned his back against the cool metal nearly sighing in relief when the gunshots cease. With easy grace a white haired figure vaulted the counter and dropped smoothly beside him. She smiled as she brushed an errant strand from her face revealing an eye patch that perfectly matched her hair."I think that went well." She told him as she leaned into his uninjured side.
"Well!" Xander exclaimed in disbelief. "Rose, he shot me!"
Rose waved him off dismissively. "That just means he likes you."
"He shot me!" Xander repeated.
"He used the little gun."
"No guns are good." He told her in a hurriedly panicked voice. "They make dead Xanders and I very much like live Xanders."
"Mmmm, me too." Purred Rose, a sly grin on her face.
"So any idea how I'm getting out of her alive?"
Rose rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's paranoia. "If daddy wanted you dead he would have done it with the first shot rather than just graze you."
Meanwhile Slade Wilson had momentarily abandoned his quarry for want of a bigger gun. The nearby shotgun would do nicely. The same one used to kneecap Kid Flash coincidently. If one was close enough they would hear the assassin known to the world as Deathstroke the Terminator, as he loaded the weapon shell by shell, grumbling about missing his first shot due to the disturbing sight of his daughter and the soon to be dead young man; their mouths overflowing with snack cakes as the young man taught her the 'Art of Twinkie eating'.