Deathstroke was confused. The man with the red pajamas he was looking at gave him a sort of flashback of a time he cannot remember. Was it Déjà vu? He couldn't quite think straight as he took out his Katana blade. It felt so long when he finally put on the suit. Once he was released by the Taskmaster, Deathstroke made a beeline towards his belongings. He didn't question how or why he was being released, all that mattered to the assassin was getting his proper clothing back. Deathstroke knew there was a proper reason for his impromptu release, but that could be addressed at a later time. At the fore front of his mind was what kind of person was he looking at? And why was his head feeling fuzzy when he was looking at the red man.

Deadpool had a familiar feeling as he was looking at Deathsroke. It was the need for a lawyer. Someone was taking his likeness without his permission and he wanted to be handled as soon as possible. But Deadpool knew that sort of outburst wouldn't help anyone right about now, it was just best to say a witty one liner and see where that takes him. One liners were his best distraction, it was the one super power that Spider Man could never overpower.

"I claim sanctuary by my ever loving god Bea Arthur." Said Deadpool.

"There will be no sanctuary here my dear boy, only ever loving pain and misery" Said a methodical Deathstroke.

"Holy crap, good retort, other me."

Taskmaster came into the conversation: "Don't let him speak too much, his annoying quip will get into your head after a while." Deathstroke shook his head, "Never mind all that, my main concern right now is: why have I not seen you before? " He took his Katana and placed it under Deadpool's neck, it was a soft intimidation tactic but it could work in the hopes that it would get the red man to talk. Deadpool was not amused, but he couldn't help himself.

"My name is Lancaster Petershmidt and this my companion Rose NY-"Deathstroke popped him in the nose. Deadpool felt a sharp pain go through his whole body, this man had unusual strength for someone his size. After that first punch he knew that his first line of defense wasn't going to work, so it was best to pass it along to his new friend.

"Ow crap, hey Quinn how bout taking over from here."

Harley shook her head, she wanted to say that she had no deals whatsoever with Deadpool but that wouldn't work at all. It was best for her to speak for now.

"Look we aren't here for you Deathstroke. We are here for Taskmaster, let us take him where he belongs and I assure you, there won't be any repercussions from us."

Deathstroke looked at the taskmaster for what seemed like a minute. Taskmaster was almost getting nervous until Deathstroke spoke to Harley:

"Now why would I bring harm to the man that sprung me out of jail? Hmmm? Ever since you broke ties with your old boyfriend it seems you have lost your sense of intelligence."

"Damn son, Pre Lethal Weapon Mel Gibson did the wicked burn" Deadpool said before he was kicked in the face by one of the prisoners. Now the sharp pain was getting to annoy him.

"Look from what I have been told that man who has sprung you out of jail is a liability here." Harley said with authority.

"And I am sure your friend here is a liability as well." Deathstroke said pointing to Deadpool. He continued.

"Whatever it is that you think needs to be avoided, probably is a good thing. And I would like to continue that."

"Let's not get stupid about this Deathstroke. It'll be only a matter of time till the Bat captures you and throws you right back inside of here."

Deathstroke placed a hard jab between the eyes of Harley. Deadpool wanted to mention the fact that Deathstroke was acting like current Mel Gibson but it was best to come up with a plan to get out of all of this. Harley thought hard after that jab, she felt the blood trickle down from her nose. This wasn't the first time she was punched like this in an uncompromising position, but after Deathstroke put his fist into her face Harley promised that every open punch she was going to get was met with a smile. Her lips quivered at first as she smirked, the blood poured on her teeth giving the satisfaction of pain to her assailant.

Deathstroke didn't like to be mocked, at least not so early from his comeback. He punched her again, the smile didn't go away, he punched again and the smile had yet to disappear, it only got wider. As Deathstroke was winding up his punch again he felt a strong leg brush up against him before he fell on his back. Harley had quickly taken out her captors and started smashing Deathstrokes face. Harley smashed and smashed until her fist broke through Deathstrokes mask. All that was left under it was bloody mess. After about ten hard fists to the face Harley noticed that she had yet to let go of her smile. Deathstroke was beyond from being unconscious as she stopped wailing on him. She looked around and noticed all the prisoners including Taskmaster was staring at her in shock. She beat the living daylights of their escaping leader and she had a menacing smile across her face. She had hoped that this side of her would never come out, but it did. But instead of suppressing her maniacal anger Harley embraced it. There was still a job to do, and it was best to finish it.

"DEAPOOL, GET THE LEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND CRACK SOME SKULLS!"

Deadpool was just as dumbfounded as everyone else, but he just had to suppress his metaphorical boner and capitalize on this surprise. He threw his head back into one of his captors face, and before his other one could react Deadpool through a knee into his sternum. In total there had to be only ten prisoners in front of him, there was probably going to be more on the way. Unless they escaped the prison already, it was just best to take care of what was in front of him first and go from there.

Deadpool was a great distraction as Harley was looking at Taskmaster. He had both Katana blades in hand in the ready position prepared for her. She picked up her sledgehammer that one of the prisoners had confiscated earlier and was starting to tense up her muscles. Harley did not know much about her opponent but one piece of information that she did learn from Deadpool was that Taskmaster was able to mimic fighting abilities of any opponent that he went up against. Ever since Harley had met the red merc she wanted to pride in herself that she could be a calculating individual. Deapool was too out of the ordinary to be taken seriously, something Harley had been as well for far too long. Deadpool was a reflection of what she was, and Harley resented that. But ever since she had taken this hard journey with Harley started to realize something. It was always better to commit to the madness.

Harley pulled her sledgehammer back like she was anticipating a fastball, Taskmaster's squatted more into his ready position. He was expecting Harley to run at him swinging like a mad man, but that was not the case. Harley threw her sledgehammer towards his legs, Taskmaster jumped at the last second in excitement. While he was up in the air, he laughed to himself. "What a moronic opening maneuver" he said quietly to himself. But before his feet could touch the floor Harley came sprinting and jumping towards him with a dropkick to the chest. The blow floored Taskmaster, with all of his oxygen escaping out of him. All rational thoughts that usually happen in a fight was nowhere to be fuddled away. Taskmaster could only see the prison lights in front of him, then it quickly became darkness as Harley made a quick elbow to the face to get Taskmaster unconscious.

Deadpool was on his last two assailants: "Kick to the face, knee to the groin, karate chop, aaaaaaaaannnnnnnddd we are done" he said as his foot planted on one of the prisoners face. Deadpool wanted to use a gun, but he knew that wouldn't be any fun. Hearing someone whimper in pain was always much more fun than an instant kill.

"It's a shame I didn't use my boom boom guns, this whole thing could have ended so much faster. Hey, are you okay?"

Harley's face was tranquil, not the sort of reaction to what was going on right about now. Her thoughts were only of the moment: How many more prisoners were going to come into the room? Have other prisoners left the island? Why isn't Deathstroke not moving? Why don't I feel anything about that? She looked at Deadpool, even though his face was covered by a mask Harley could see his curiosity.

"I'm…I'm okay….I'm okay. How bout you?"

"I am okay, all things considering. Hey do you think they have a luncheon in here? There has to be Choco-Tacos in this dimension."

"You're hungry?"

"Yeah, aren't you?

Harley thought about it for a moment. She noticed Deadpool knew how to deflate a situation, maybe a meal would put her nerves at ease.

"Sure why not. But what about Taskmaster?" Harley asked.

"I'll just drag his ass with us?"

"And Deathstroke?" she didn't want to bring attention to him. But it was best to mention it, Harley still wasn't too sure if he was dead or alive. Deadpool shrugged his shoulders:

"He's good, he probably forgot who he is but I am sure he will still be down even when we leave."

Deadpool walked over to a fallen Taskmaster, he picked him up and put him on his shoulders. Once Taskmaster was snug on top of Deadpools shoulders he looked at Harley and put out his elbow.

"My lady, would you like to go to dinner with me by Cell Block C?"

Harley laughed, her face bloody, and her mind was bewildered. But she felt that no other place she would rather be is right here in Blackgate Penitentiary.