Wade and Harley were on their search for Taskmaster. Harley knew that this would be an easy pickup. From the description that her bipolar partner had described it wouldn't be too hard to find their target. But it seemed Deadpool was too easily distracted.

"Okay, first things first. I want to go to the nearest DVD store." Wade enthusiastically said. Harley asked "why?"

"Well I am in another dimension, so I want to see your entertainment." Harley wasn't getting Wade's logic.

"I don't see where you're getting at?"

"Look in my world there is a grand television show that everyone has seen and celebrated."

"What is it called?"

"The Golden Girls." Harley looked at Deadpool quizzically.

"There has got be a polar opposite of that T.V show. Maybe Brown Boys! No, wait that wouldn't make sense. Anyway that is why I want to look at your DVD's. Unless you don't have DVD's here, oh my god you guys still have Betamax's! My dear god, am I violating the Prime Directive?"

"Actually, that does kind of make sense. But I don't think that is a great idea right about now."

"Okay, whatever Dorothy."

"Harley."

"See you don't even know what I mean. This place gets sadder by the second."

It was a couple of blocks later when Harley came up with a plan to start off their search.

"Look, I know this guy that could give us information. He knows this city from back to front." Harley said.

"Good, who is it?"

"His name is the Penguin." Wade shook his head.

"Let me guess, he resembles a penguin."

"How did you know?"

"Just a lazy hunch is all."

Harley ignored his sarcasm. "It's only two buildings down. Let me go inside first, give me about ten or fifteen minutes. If I don't come out just start blazing inside."

Deadpool took out his swords, he wondered what was the ethics and morality of killing people in this world. Probably about the same as his. Funny how one hairy Canadian is considered a godsend of humanity but he being a Canadian as well is called a murder.

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Harley has a checkered past with the Penguin, with multiple times she and her former lover Joker would pound his multiple henchman to gain new territory. It was natural for Penguin to feel some animosity towards her. But Harley was not associated with the Joker anymore. Maybe this was a good time to gain new alliances with the fat squabble.

Deadpool and Harley had reached their destination. It was a filthy alley with numerous rats swarming the place. Most likely because of the rotted carcasses of dead fish the Penguin ate raw, Harley never understood how someone with overabundance of eating live animals would still be a live and hold up a criminal empire.

"Okay, hang out here. Just give me like ten or fifteen minutes. If you here any loud noises you can come in and use those shiny toys you have "Harley said.

"Fine by me, I will just talk to this homeless guy over here. He seems like the type of guy who knows how the finances work in this city. You still want to carry that hammer with you?"

Harley looked at her Hammer, it will sure be a disadvantage if she went in empty handed, but she had to make the best of it. She gave the Hammer to Deadpool.

Harley stepped into the building. Harley's eyes adjusted to the darkness. She felt her guard being put on full alert in her new surroundings. Harley didn't actually disguise herself for her talk with Penguin, the loud clothing that Harley always wore would probably going to alert mostly everyone as she walked further into the building. The room she stepped into wasn't that big. Harley counted about eight men just socializing over beers. A couple of men gave a look from her presence, but nothing else. Harley was glad for it, she didn't want to start bashing heads in before she could get some proper information. She saw a couple of feet away from everyone the only other door in the room. As Harley walked towards it she heard a voice calling her.

"Hey, cute face. What'cha looking for? A bathroom to put on more makeup?" the voice behind her said chuckling. For some reason everyone joined in the laughter of the grand standing joke that was uttered. Harley held her sarcastic banter, and spoke to whomever made the remark.

"I'm here to see Penguin." Harley said as she turned around.

"Well that's who's here, clown face."

Harley finally recognized the face that was speaking to her, it was the Penguins. It must have been a casual day for him. Usually Penguin wore outlandish suits that sparked more attention that his abnormally large nose but today seemed to be more of relaxing attire. Penguin looked smug as Harley locked eyes to him. He could tell that she was here for some favor of sort. So that meant he already had an advantage.

"So what are you doing here my dear lady?" Penguin questioned. His full smile revealing shards of fish skin between his teeth. Harley contained her revulsion.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone that is new in this city. You know the ins and outs around here so maybe you could tell me the new talent that has come by around here."

Penguin paused. He seemed to know already the answer to her question, the thought of torturing her with his silence was something that he enjoyed immensely.

"Anyone in particular?" Penguin asked.

"His face is mainly just bone. I have heard that he could duplicate anybody's fighting moves. Which as you know would mean a lot to you and your crew"

Penguin sarcastically nodded. Harley figured he knew who she was speaking of, but of course he will toy with her. She regretted leaving her hammer outside.

"Look, you must know who I am talking about. I'm not here for trouble I just wa-"

"You are not here for trouble? Is that some sort of sick joke my dear friend? I have lost count the times you have burst through whatever quarters I have acquired with your boyfriend; blasting the doors and killing most of my men. And now since it seems you and your former lover don't have business together anymore, I am just going to believe you? No, that is not how it works right now. Not at all."

Harley was trying to bare the lecture. She knew that for the rest of her life, her crimes with the Joker was going to follow her. At least as long she was in Gotham. Once Harley knew Penguin was done lecturing she spoke.

"I know what I did Penguin, you don't have to remind me. You know who I'm talking about, he calls himself The Taskmaster, and from what I have been told he is very dangerous. So just give me some damn information." Harley knew she was about to cross the line, or maybe she already did.

"Dangerous? Oh my dear girl the only thing in danger are your legs, from being broken in half."

All the men in the room stood up suddenly. All of their eyes beamed towards her. Usually at times like this someone would panic. But not her, not Harley Quinn.

Harley side kicked the abdomen of the first man closest to her. It was essential for her to make the first move, and it was an instant success. She hoped to have the same success with the others as she was being surrounded. Harley hoped that the loud noise would alert her strange partner. Unless he was distracted with other things. Which was most likely the case.