Is he seriously writing a story about me this way?

What way?

You know, with words and stuff.

But words are used in your comics.

Yeah, but that has pictures.

Well just imagine the pictures in your mind.

That is just lame.

Look, it is just fanfiction not many people are going to read this.

What! No one is going to read this? But I am the merc with the mouth, how are people not going to read anything that I am in.

Because unless you are having sex with Sherlock or Harry Potter no one is going to read this.

Seriously? I have to bone Sherlock to get more readers for this crap writing. Okay well maybe the plus side will be after me and Sherlock homeboy hump like an Eyes Wide Shut meeting I might actually get smarter.

I don't think it works that way.

Your face don't work that way.

Okay, how about he adds a character in the story?

Oooohhhh I am good with team ups.

Good.

Who is it? Captain Merica? Or how bout my ol buddy uncle Snikt? Me and that hairy bastard need to bring some pride back in Canada.

How about this. It is going to be a surprise.

Dum dum dddddduuuummmmmmm

Harley was out in her normal stroll in the city. It was a brisk cool morning to feel the air. Everything was serene around her. But of course she was going to put an end to all that. All she needed was a nice bank to trash and steal and all will be right in the world. But there was no rush to rob a bank Harley thought to herself, the bank will always be there to demolish. Why not breathe in this fresh air.

Her serenity was lost when she noticed a strange costumed individual coming her way. Now Harley Quinn is used to many costumed men in her line of work. Her work of mayhem brings all around her all sorts of crazies towards her, Batman, Nightwing, Robin, or sometimes Batwoman if crime fighting wasn't being misogynistic. Sure there was the slight chance of having Superman coming along but Harley had to do something huge, like create a hundred meter tall robot that could eat half the city for that. And she has a degree in criminal psychology not engineering so that wasn't going to happen. You had to do a lot to bring an all-powerful alien at your villainous doorstep.

But this costumed individual was something that Harley never saw before. Probably someone new to the Teen Titans Harley thought. She hoped not, nothing worse than swinging a sledgehammer to a fifteen year old self - righteous punk. The man with a costume was red all over, almost like he was wearing full blown pajamas. But the accessories around his body was what got Harley her full attention. Handguns all around his waist and chest. Grenades accompanied whatever other destructive devices he had that was attached to him. Harley didn't know if she should attack him, or hug him.

Wade Wilson was walking along briskly hoping no one would notice the loud whistling of the golden girls theme through his charred lips. Wade couldn't recognize the neighborhood he was in, he over heard someone say the city's name. It was called Gotham, weird name. Usually they called New York City Gotham, but that was only when someone wanted to be pretentious and talk about Washington Irving and stuff. New York was just the city that never sleeps to Mr. Wilson, which meant 24 hours a day he was on the hunt for chimichangas. But there was no damn 7-11 in sight. So before he could harass an old lady for some information, Wade thought he saw a clown. Which would be creepy he thought. But this clown didn't have a fat look like Bozo, no to Wade it was a slender woman who either was into kinky stuff, or just didn't know when to stop planting the makeup.

But for every step closer that Wade stepped towards the strange looking clown lady, he grew fonder of her. And it seemed to him that she was taking a shine to him, her smile was enchanting, and her teeth glowed towards him, beckoning for him to come close to her. Wade straightened his mask, made sure his zipper was zipped, and checked to see if there was any leftover blood from last night's midnight massacre. Good Wade thought, that homeless bystander's intestines stain was finally off of him. Now it was time to give the Canadian charm. She continued to smile at him, giving Wade more confidence to give his best line. It was a line from one of his favorite movies "True Romance"

"You're a wh ooofffff"

The sledgehammer slammed his cranium very hard. And the next slam, and the next, and the next. All Wade could hear was the beautiful clown babe that was crushing his skull with an abnormally large wooden Sledgehammer saying "You ain't going to get me this time Deathstroke"

Deathstroke? Wade dumpishly thought to himself as the fifth hit of the hammer slammed his head "What kind of name is Deathstroke?"