Harley knew where Deathstroke was being held up: Blackgate Penitentiary. Located in the Gotham Bay off of the city, the prison held criminals that weren't as "Mentally Disturbed" as the one's in Arkham Asylum. Last Harley had heard Deathstroke was being held up after a run in with the Green Arrow and had been in Blackgate for the past couple of weeks. Harley hoped that they were in the penitentiary in time before a big disturbance was about to go on. The ferry wouldn't take no more than thirty minutes to Blackgate but Deadpool had other plans. And it involved a Jet Ski.

"You know we would've been there already by now." Harley yelled over the Jet Ski motor.

"Sorry can't hear you over the sound the awesome Jet Ski." Deadpool enthusiastically said.

Deadpool knew that this wasn't going to be an easy job, not in the slightest. But if getting from point A to point B always a Jet Ski would always be his number one choice. Besides, he liked the way Harley's chest rubbed against his back. Jet Ski and Boobs, what a beautiful combination Deadpool thought.

"So since we are going to take a while why not you tell me more about yourself? Deadpool yelled over the motor. Harley sighed, she knew it will come to this in some way. So might as well get it out of the way.

"Okay fine. I used to be a psychiatrist and I….what are you doing?" Deadpool stopped the Jet Ski, there was no problem with it but he stopped it anyway.

"Well you're not going to yell out your whole story to me are you?" Deadpool questioned.

"But we have to get to Blackgate as soon as possible, and it's bad enough that you chose this sort of transportation-"

"Well make the story short then. Okay so you were a psychiatrist, how did that make you feel." Deadpool put a finger over his mouth to seem intelligent. It did the opposite. Harley didn't know what would constitute a "short story" for her situation. But she tried anyway.

"Well like I said, I used to be a psychiatrist and I used to work at Arkham Asylum. A pretty good one actually, not many people my young age were able to work in Arkham. But Jeremiah Arkham saw something in me that I probably didn't see in myself. "

"What was it?"

"Potential…..potential." Harley was silent for a moment, she was surprised that Deadpool was too.

"I was evaluating one of the inmates. His name was The Joker, no proper name was attached to him. He had been in and out of the Asylum multiple times, so I didn't know what sort of help I was going to bring, but I thought it was best to prove that I belonged in the staff. So I guess you could say that I became too empathic towards my patient. More so then the other doctors. So I became this "Harley raised her hands up in victory, but the victory later turned to sadness.

"Something awoke in me that I never thought possible. I don't know what to call it- Rage? Happiness? Awareness? I don't know, but my life hasn't been the same ever since. And I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. Guess you could say the jury is still out on that. There is more to it than that of course. Maybe I will tell you later about it. So what's your story?"

Deadpool thought for a second. His story was never as thought provoking as Harley's. Her story sounded something from Sylvia Plath novel. Wait, she did write the Da Vinci code right? Anyway, it was best to give his short story.

"I had Cancer, a doctor told me he could cure it. He did, and now I am this." Deadpool turned around to start the Jet Ski. Harley seemed frustrated after hearing his story.

"Wait! That's it? You had Cancer and now you're this?"

"Guess you would have to find out more later." And off they were to Blackgate.

They finally arrived on the shore of Gotham Bay. Deapool and Harley didn't notice any inmates running out of Blackgate, so that was sort of a good sign. Harley hated going to prisons, which isn't an original feeling she thought. It wasn't the confinement that she hated, it was the looks of the other doctors. For the rest of her life she would be an example of how not to evaluate a criminal. The opposite of Mary Sue, the perpetual screw up. If one doctor gave her one condescending look Harley promised to cold clock them.

Deadpool and Harley arrived inside Blackgate. So far it was quiet, not knowing yet if that was a good sign or not. But the first bad sign was once they saw no one at the security desk.

"I could bet five Gotham bucks that he is unconscious on the floor behind the desk." Deadpool said.

"I am sure of it too, and there is no such thing as Gotham bucks"

Harley went around the desk, and both Harley and Deadpool were right. A large man with a bowling man's body was unconscious on the ground. Harley could hear the sound of guns clocking behind her. It was Deadpool getting ready, he gestured a gun towards her to take. Harley shook her head.

"I don't do guns" Harley said.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Until a bullet starts heading towards you everyone stops being a pacifist."

Harley sighed, she was armed only with her hammer. She didn't know how long that would last for what they were about to head into.

"You know where Deathstroke is?" Deadpool asked.

"Kinda, just have to look around I guess."

"Deduction is key, HEY IS THERE A DEATSTROKE HERE?" Harley wanted to smack Deadpool, but maybe that was the best solution anyway. There was no way they were going to get there mark being silent.

"DEATHSTROKE WHERE THE HECK ARE YA" Harley yelled.

The building was still quiet. As they walked deeper and deeper inside Blackgate, Deadpool had that once in a while tingling sensation. The same that his old friend Spider Man would have. He used to think it was the incoming puberty that was bestowed on the young superhero, but as it was explained to Deadpool by the frustrated web slinger, It usually is his minds way of telling him that trouble was about to go down in a second. Deadpool tightened up his pants, flexed his muscles, checked his breath for the oncoming storm that was about to come towards him and Harley.

Deadpool and Harley stepped into the main penitentiary floor when a large bang was belted out, followed by lots smoke. Harley and Deadpool were blinded by the smoke but there visions got worse once they were dropped onto the floor by unknown assailants. Harley assumed that it was Batman that knocked her back to the floor, her assault on Penguin were probably making the rounds around Gotham so it wasn't too far-fetched that he would meet her here to take her down. But on second thought why would the Bat really care about what she did? He was only interested in her because of her affiliation with The Joker. Ever since Harley vowed never to associate with the clown it was like breaking up a long standing relationship that included his friends. Joker's friends only hung out with her since she was with him. And once that debauchery was over The Joker's friends never wanted to hang out with her again, metaphorically speaking of course.

Deadpool hoped to be rendered unconscious in the hopes of waking up into his world again. Maybe this whole situation is a whole elaborate ruse by Shyamalan. wasn't a Supervillan, but did you see his last couple of films? He had to have some sort of diabolical plan to destroy the planet with horrible movies. But it seemed that he was still awake, and being forcibly held against his will.

When the smoke cleared there was a tall, but not too tall figure standing before him. The man didn't have a true face only a skull, his head was covered with a white hood. It was The Taskmaster. Usually in moments like this Deadpool's mind had the film score to Raiders of the Lost Ark when Arnold Ernst Toht walked into the tavern in the beginning of the movie. What was that actors name? He had to have seen that film like a thousand times but yet he never knew that actors name. Was it Rick Moranis? No. Wait, yeah it had to be, it all makes sense now.

"Are you thinking of Raiders again Wade?" Taskmaster frustratingly said.

"Of course how did you know?" Deadpool said with a smile that could be seen fully through his mask.

"Because you mention it every time you see me."

"That's because you have never seen it. Which in my opinion makes you the villain to me."

"One day Wade, I am going to c-"

"Cut my tongue, yeah you say that everytime to. You know you have no true originality buddy, we are in a different dimension and yet you still can't go against the grain. I don't even know why we are even arch enemies. "

The Taskmaster took out his long sword and placed it against Deadpool's neck. He has thought many times to cut off the Merc's head and place it in acid. But he had always feared that he would return in some way annoying him for the rest of his life, whether physically or spiritually.

"Come on Task man you can't do that now, that would spoil our fun." Deadpool said not feeling a ting of fear over his predicament. Harley was shaking still the cobwebs as she heared the conversation between Taskmaster and Deadpool. She was thinking of multiple ways of getting out of this situation. First breaking the two prisoner's arms that was restraining her, then choking out the hooded skeleton man that had to be Taskmaster. But those thoughts were wiped away once she saw who were not too far behind from him. It was Deathstroke, and the prisoners were alongside with him. This simple endeavor with a mentally delusional assassin was getting harder by the day. Robbing that bank sure seemed interesting right about now.