Foreword:
Sorry that's it a little late. I had mid-terms.
I've heard some great suggestions, and I'm still taking them for Kidpool's power. Also, I forgot to mention this last time. I want to give credit were credit is due, so if you want your pen name to be mentioned when I reveal his power please notify me. I will not put your name out there without permission so make sure I have the okay.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Deadpool, if I did there would be no way that the main actor in the movie would be allowed to stop and come back later. Especially for a DC, which I don't own.
It was not easy for Deadpool to convince Cable to let Kidpool go to the hospital. Unfortunately for the surrounding area Deadpool's idea of convincing involved all of the guns and high grade explosives that he kept in the Dead-mobile.
After Deadpool left the newly formed urban warzone he had to ask for directions to the hospital. He hasn't needed a doctor in what felt like an eternity to him, so every couple of blocks he would try to ask someone. Asking for directions was of the toughest things Deadpool has to do, because nearly everyone he asked ran away screaming. This continued for over twenty blocks, but then he finally got lucky.
An old black man had just gone out for a walk and he didn't mind showing Deadpool the way. The old man introduced himself as Curtis, and Deadpool returned the gesture by introducing himself as Wade. Curtis and Wade, with Tito on Wade's back, followed Curtis's Seeing Eye dog, Russell.
Curtis and Russell were one of those owner and animal pairs that looked alike. Russell was a black lab, and he had a little white on the back of his neck that matched what little hair Curtis had left. They both had a droop to their old bodies. Curtis's blind eyes had a kindly shine and Russell had the exact same shine. It also seemed that everyone knew the old pair, like they had become part of the scenery.
When the four arrived at the hospital a large Mexican nurse said, "Mistah Curtis, you out of your medication already?"
"No. no, Belle, and please call me Uncle Curtis."
"'Course, mist… Uncle Curtis."
Deadpool couldn't wait anymore, and said, "Not that I haven't always wanted to meet a southern Mexican woman, but my son is unconscious and drooling on my back. Drool mixed with blood at that."
"What's that, sugah…? Oh mah great Lord in heaven!" She said, and hit an intercom button, "ER personnel to the lobby!"
Two men, who looked like they could have been Italian mob enforcers, rushed into the lobby. One took Kidpool from Deadpool and put the mini-mercenary on a nearby gurney. The second nurse went into the crook of Deadpool's shoulder to hold him up, unnecessarily. At that point the first nurse had already taken Kidpool away, and the second said, "Don't worry, sir. You and your son will get patched up right away."
Gently placing Deadpool in a wheelchair the male nurse wheeled to an emergency examination room. When Deadpool realized that he wasn't going to where his son was he started to put up a fight. The nurse had luckily chosen a wheelchair with restraints, that he quickly used. Deadpool normally could have escaped easily, but was too panicked to do so. Instead Deadpool screamed so that he echoed through the halls, "Take me to my son!"
"I will. Right after you get checked out."
"I'm fine! Just take me to my son, you Italian bastard! Or I'll turn you into a Scarface impressionist!"
"Sir, please calm down," The male nurse said. It soon turned from a request to an inevitably, because then he started pumping Deadpool full of sedatives. At first it didn't work; Deadpool was still thrashing about. Seeing that it was failing the nurse then used enough sedatives to overdose ten people.
Ten minutes later Deadpool awoke from his drug induced stupor. He was naked and strapped to an operating table. A woman walked over in a surgical smock. Deadpool said to her, "Am I still dreaming?"
"What…? How… How are you awake?" She said startled, but quickly regaining her composure.
"Damn, I'm awake. Too bad. I like where this dream goes."
"Sir, if you don't explain yourself then I'll be forced to sedate you again."
"Still liking it. But if you have to know I'll tell you…. I have a healing factor."
"Like the short, angry one on the X-men, Avengers, and New Avengers."
"Yeah, like him, but better!"
"…Okay."
"Can you take me to my son now? And, you know, get me off the table?"
"I still have to examine you?"
"It was not a request, for I am Doom!" Deadpool said in his best Doom impression. He had already freed himself, and now he was looking for a pair of pants.
"How did you get off the table? And you are not actually Doctor Doom, are you?"
"I have my ways, and no. Now take me to Tito."
"Who is Tito?"
"My son. And considering that he's probably in a lot of pain, and that I've killed a man for a Klondike bar before, I suggest you hurry."
"No matter how much you may threaten me I have to fulfill my Hippocratic Oath, and see that no harm comes to you by me releasing you prematurely. So please let me exam you, and then I will take you to your son."
"Ugh, fine, but please hurry."
After the examination Deadpool was lead to the intensive care area. During his own examination he had found out the doctor's name was Pamela Isley. She personally took Deadpool to Kidpool, so Deadpool thanked her, "Thank you so much, Poison Ivy!"
"Why do you call me that?"
"Shh! Look, he's like a dreaming puppy," Deadpool said. This was a fair assessment, because Kidpool had a tendency to curl up like an animal when sleeping. Under his chin Kidpool had balled his two fists together, and occasionally one of his legs would twitch.
A surgeon came into the room, and interrupted Deadpool's fatherly fawning, "Excuse me, can I assume you're the dad?"
"Can I assume you're Catwoman?"
"Um, let me introduce myself. My name is Nora Fries."
"Got it, Mrs. Freeze."
"How'd you know I was married, I'm wearing gloves?"
"Later. Two things though," He said putting up two fingers, "First, are you two related?"
"Yes, we are identical twins," Dr. Isley said.
"Except I'm the pretty one," Dr. Fries said.
The twin doctors were both tall and slender with just a hint of curve. Neither woman was very busty, but they didn't have flat chests either. They looked young, but were obviously in their early thirties. The only noticeable difference between the two was that Dr. Isley's hair was long and a natural auburn red, while Dr. Fries's hair was short and dyed blonde.
"Good to know. Secondly, can you help my son?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We don't know how to help him. It appears that he has some kind of reverse cancer. As far as I can tell this reverse cancer is developing into a large tumor. Do you know why this would happen? Family history? Radiation?"
"Well…" Deadpool said, and continued to explain. He told the doctors about his condition and his healing factor. How that it was specially calibrated to counteract his cancer. Taking a guess he told them his son has the same healing factor, but not the cancer. Deadpool closed the explanation by saying, "I don't what exactly is wrong with him, but he sounded like he has the details."
The doctors had a lot to think about. So the three of them just sat there and waited for Kidpool to wake up. It wasn't a long wait.
As he woke up, Kidpool said, "Oh, Daddy D, I had the strangest dream. You were there, and you, but not your twin sister, and Cable was the tin man."
"Tito! You're awake! Thanks be to Stan Lee!"
"Tito, is it? I have to ask you something," Dr. Fries said.
"That's cool, but you're going to have to make it fast. My sides are burning, and I'm probably going to pass out from the pain."
"I'll make it fast. You're dad informed us of your… Condition. What I want to know is if it's true how have you made it this long?"
"Simple; the people who gave me my healing factor were worried about me getting out of control. Their way to fix the problem was to give me a modified healing factor for a cancer I don't have. Then they gave me the cancer, but my healing factor removes in about a month. So when the cancer was gone they would give to me again."
"Why did it heal the cancer completely when your father's does not?" Dr. Isley asked.
"Because it came after the healing factor."
"Hmm."
"This is a tough case. I have to go think," Dr. Fries said, and left the room. Dr. Isley nodded and followed her sister.
"Dad, we have hot twin doctors!"
"I know…! Ah crap. I just got reminded that you're dying!"
"Eh, you should hear my voices. They're going crazy…Er."
"This isn't funny! We have to do something!"
"You could ask Cable. Ignoring that he wants to kill me he'd be perfect for this. With all that future technology something should be able to help."
"That would be perfect. I'll go ask him."
"Sarcasm, nice."
"Of course it's sarcasm! How do you expect me to find him? And it took me nearly half my arsenal just to convince him to let me take you here."
"I don't know where he is exactly, but I do know he's pointing a gun at me right now."
"What?" Deadpool said, and rushed over to a window. Throwing it open, he yelled, "Cable, get over here!"
There was a small rumble and crack as the ceiling broke. Cable dropped down from the newly formed hole. As Cable straightened Deadpool asked him, "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure that he dies."
"Ah, you care, you really care," Kidpool said sarcastically.
"Cable, I know you want my son dead, but he's still a child. He deserves a chance, and you can give him that chance."
"I'm not going to give him the chance to slaughter millions… No, billions of people!"
"How would I do that?"
Cable stared at him with his natural eye full of hate, and said, "When you became Apocalypse's Horsemen of War he had you, and your modified mutant army, march across the Earth killing anything that screamed."
"What the hell?" Deadpool, Kidpool, and all four of their voices said together.
Afterword:
Batman references throughout, one of the few DC characters I like. I don't know if you noticed, but I've been trying to use their voices less, what do you think? And once again still time to suggest powers.
SPOILER ALERT! I'm calling Kidpool in the future, as the Horsemen of War, Child Warfare. If you have a better name please send it to me. No guarantees, but I might change it to your suggestion.