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Guide:
Normal Voice: Chimichunga
Crazy Voice: Maximum Effort.
Smart Voice: Oh joy I got a brain!
Ch.1Magics orders
Wade Willson, known to man as Deadpool or the Merc with the Mouth, was sitting in his shity apartment, in his shity kitchen waiting for his shity microwave to make his glorious meal. His Chimichunga. The timer had just one second left when it stopped.
"Okay, what the hell?" Deadpool asked while looking at the mirowave and pressing random buttons trying to fix it.
"Magic maybe?" the crazy voice in his head said in a innocent voice.
"Don't be rediculuse we had the place warded by Strange last week." The deep tones of his Logic voice answered.
"No we stole his book of spells and did it our selves." The crazy voice replied.
"How'd we learn to do magic anyways?" Deadpool asked slapping the appliance in front of him and shaking it all about still trying to fix it.
"Fuck if I know DP but you might wanna stop shacking our microwave like that." Crazy voice said.
"Why?" just as the question left his mouth a large purple vortex opened under his feet, standing on dead air for a few minutes Deadpool looked down before looking to the reader, "Oh shit this can't be good." he said before falling through screaming.
Meanwhile in Arkham
Harleen Quinzeel also known the the residents of Arkhan Assylum and the good people of Gothem as Harley Quinn was sitting on the floor of her cell at the afore typed nut house for the afore typed cities most deranged and lethal crimminals, her lover the Jocker had passed away a few months ago during another incounter with the Batman when her puddin had used too much of the new version of Bane's muscle juice called Venom and it poisoned him until he died while fighting his best friend and worst enamy as Mr.J often refered to Gothems Caped Crusader. But she didn't bare the bat any ill will, no, she had long since morned her deranged lover and while the ache, the emptiness was still there she felt she was ready to move on. To start over without Jocker. Maybe do a few jobs with Ivy to get her feet wet before taking over Mr.J's hench men and striking out on her own to continue his work of putting a smile on Gothems citizens faces.
"Well since my minds made up and I read all my books." Harley said as she rolled backwards into a hand stand when in mid roll she saw the purple vortex beneath her with a yelp and a pop she fell through the worm hole before it swallowed onto itself and vanished just as the guard passed and saw the villiness gone and ran off to sount the alarm.