Zee Attack! Or Diversion. Maybe the horribly thought out plan.
Seconds turned into a minute, a minute turned into two. Impulse stood there peering through the keyhole, her expression turning from joyful anticipation, to smug though, to neutral, to bored, then finally to frustrated. That guy with a mask that looked confused wasn't going to just go. This required the next of a series of super plans that the news would harp on for days as pure genius.
Shaking the door slightly as she buzzed down the stairs, blazing through the kitchen and grabbing 2 6 packs of that funny soda that she wasn't allowed to drink (beer) from the kitchen she began shaking them at that speed that only a Flash could attain. As the bottoms and tops began to bulge far past the point that they could be considered safe she zipped back upstairs.
Wind started spiraling around in the room Deadshot stood confused in. Impulse, circling it at just under Mach speeds started lobbing cans at the assassin with enough force for the already excited carbonation to explode, giggling as she did so figuring that the impact would gum up any plan he had and make him run away.