Why would Deathstroke wear red? Harley thought. Is this a new get up? A new change of gear for everyone? If so why didn't she get that memo? When Harley realized that the smashing could end right about now, she walked away slowly. Deathstroke was very good at playing possum. But then again Deathstroke never whimpered as loudly as this before.
Many thoughts ran through the dismantled brain of Wade. One was the most obvious, why was his head being smashed? Another was did he forget to DVR X-Factor? But once all the smashing stopped from the big hammer thingy, Wade felt his brain getting back together. What he thought was lost memories were back again. The fun trials at Weapon X, the time he sort of impaled the Hulk, and the one time he coped a feel from Blackcat. But his last thought was the most important. Chop off the head of the person that did this damage, and get chimichangas.
Wade got up and put his hand on the first weapon he could feel. It was a grenade, a little over done, but it wouldn't be the first time he used it. Confucius said "Do not use a cannon to kill a mosquito." Bet the bastard probably thought grenades were better. Wade noticed before he could pull the pin from his wake up boom bomb that the person with the abnormally large mallet was the beautiful girl he saw a couple of hits earlier.
Harley couldn't believe it. The man he pummeled stood up completely healed. This wasn't Deathstroke she thought. It was some sort of abomination. Maybe something Constantine had encountered before. Either way it started to talk to her and he had a grenade ready.
"Okay, jester lady. I think we started on the wrong hammer. How bout we both put down our toys and pretend this didn't happen." Wade said.
"Look Deathstroke I don't know what your deal is, but if you think you are going to stop me from taking this bank-"
"Deathstroke? No my dear lady, Deadpool. The merc with the mouth. The Canadian sensation. You know….that guy"
"Deadpool? Never heard of ya. What's your real name?"
"Only if you promise second base"
"What? No"
"Fine, I hear it's overrated anyway and not as filling. Wade Wilson my dear voluptuous lady."
Harley was in puzzlement again. Deathstrokes real name is Slade Wilson. What was this guy's deal she thought? Wade kept thinking of boobs.
"Where are you getting at mister?" Harley said
"Where am I getting at? First off why do you sound like a nineteen thirties newspaper boy? You do realize its twenty thirteen right?" Harley was about to swing her hammer once again but the threating grenade in her foe's hand put a stop to it. "Now lady, the only hammer that is worse than yours is being wielded by blonde with pagan issues, so all you are going to do with that hammer is get me annoyed." Wade said.
"How come you heal so fast?" Harley questioned.
"Because I feel so much, I don't know. Blame it on Canadian heath care. Why you never met someone with this ability before?"
"No I haven't"
Wade looked around. He seemed more puzzle by the second. He thought maybe he was in a different section of Manhattan but it seemed that it might not be the case, He had to ask. "Now blame it the hundreds of concussions you have given me, but where am I?" It seemed to Harley that every second that she was around this man it was becoming weirder and weirder. "What do you mean where are you? You're at Gotham." She answered.
"And where is New York?" Wade asked.
"New York? I don't know what you are talkin about meat head."
Deadpool hung his head low. It was all coming back to him. He was in Doctor Strange's mansion. It was after midnight and the necromancer was talking some mumbo jumbo about Taskmaster going to another portal. Wade could never really understand what the heck that man ever said. That Tom Selleck mustache was always distracting him. It was like a caterpillar trying to molest his lips. But he remembered Doc strange doing weird stuff with his hands and opening some sort of magic hole that he needed to go through desperately. How many times Wade has heard someone telling him to go through their magic hole was beyond him. Either way Wade liked the game Portal, so maybe on the other side it'll be a round robot accompanying his adventure.
What Doctor Selleck didn't tell Wade was that he would get some sort of amnesia the minute he was on the other side. Stupid pornstache. Stupid hot Jester chick for smashing his head in. But then again, if it wasn't for the head smashing he wouldn't have remembered why he was here in the first place. Maybe there could be some use to this clown.
"Hey, Krusty the hot clown." Wade said to Harley as she was starting to leave.
"Want to go get a skulled human who has the ability to mimic anybody's fighting moves and take him to a magic hole where he would never come back again?"
Harley looked at the red pajama man, there was no way this guy was a threat. A loon yes, but not a threat. What else was she going to do today? Rob a bank for only Batman or his Boy Wonder to capture her and take her to Arkham? Nah Harley thought, that is a Tuesday thing.
"Sure, puddin." Harley answered Wade.
"Yes! Makeout contract?"
"No"
"High five is fine by me."
