"Have any fours?"

"Go fish, have any twos?"

"Go fish. Any ten's?"

"Barnacles! Yeah here."

"Sir Can I have some of your spare change since we are playing this game together?"

"Sorry I don't have any Gotham bucks or anything. Do you have any six's?"

"What do you mean Gotham bucks? I just need regular money."

"Oh….well let's play a couple of more hands and we will see what we can do. Six's?"

"You don't have any money do you mister?"

"I've got money my unfortunate soul. Just have to see if you are able to earn it."

"That's heartless."

"Now, now let's not get into ethics right about now. What matters is if you have any six's. Wait, did you hear that?"

"Hear what? Mister just a couple of spare change would do a lot for me right about now."

"Crap, my partner is in trouble. Hold the cards, if I catch you cheating I will cut your bum hands off of you."

Deadpool barged into the building with harrowing speed. He already had his two Katana swords out ready for battle when he noticed there wasn't anyone up to cut down. Wade saw Harley choking one man in the middle of about eight men whom were unconscious. She was trying to extract information from the man she was choking.

"Now when was the last time you saw him?" Harley aggressively said as her arm was wrapped around the Penguins neck.

"I saw him, argh about two days ago. Arrgghhh, he was asking for our best fighter. So I told him it was Batman."

"That's it?"

"That's all argh I could say to him. It's not like I know how to locate the Bat."

Harley dropped Penguin on the floor like rotted meat. She gave Deadpool a hard stare.

"What took you?" Harley said in a huff.

"You said ten to fifteen minutes. It seemed it didn't take you very long to get yourself in a mix of things eh sugar-"

Harley kicked Deadpool in the mouth. Harley wasn't in the mood for any other sly remarks from condescending men.

"Ow! I'm not the villain here sweet feet. "Deadpool said with a bleeding mouth.

"And I am not your secretary. I am not going to do all the heavy lifting just so you could have a pow wow with a homeless guy out front."

"Is that a sex position? If it is let me get my urban dictionary."

Harley was already regretting her partnership. She didn't fully get why she was on this mission. It surely wasn't a money thing. Deadpool did not promise anything of the sort. What was it that was intriguing her for this whole mission? Deadpool got up and dusted himself off. He looked around the wreckage.

"So not much information from this guy?" He said.

"Nothing."

"Well let me have a little talk with the guy and see what little more info I can achieve."

"Fine, I'm going to wait outside. The hard work is already done." Was Harley's last words as she walked out.

Deadpool looked on as Harley stepped outside. It was best to get Taskmaster as quick as possible before his only alliance stepped out on him. He then gave a look at the Penguin. Deadpool thought his own face was hard to look at, but this needed to be done.

"Okay, Mr. Penguin. What my friend Harley did was considered PG-13. What I'm going to do to you will make even the Faces of Death look tame. Now open up and say ah."

Deadpool walked out of the building with blood on his clothing. Harley's eyes brightened as she saw the blood stains.

"Did you kill him? Please tell me you didn't kill him." Harley nervously asked.

"No, but he sure wished now that I did."

"What more information did he give you?"

"Well it seems that my little friend went to see a guy named Deathstroke. Which sounds like a cheap rip off of my likeness, I might have grounds to sue him."

"And what would he want from Deathstroke?"

"Easy, his likeness or more likely his fighting style. It's what he does."

"Fine, I guess we could find Deathstroke."

"Sounds good to me"

As they were walking out of alley, the homeless man that Deadpool had played cards with earlier spoke.

"Sir, how bought that change?"

Deadpool responded in the best way that he could. "No speake ingles mister."

"DICK!"