"Do you think they use the cheap meat here?" Deadpool said as he and Harley sat down for their meal. Taskmaster was passed out next to him, mumbling gibberish from under his breath. It would be awhile before he would be awake again.

"Do you mean; is there a possibility that they used not so sanitary meat for dangerous criminals?" Harely asked sarcastically.

"I guess if you put it that way"

They both had Lasagna and mixed vegetables on their plate. It wasn't Chimichanga's but it was the best they could do. Harley was already scarfing down her meal while Deadpool was hesitant. He realized that he had as of yet never taken off his mask. Harley Quinn only had her face painted; Deadpool could tell what she looked like under all that clown makeup. Which was a stunning beauty in his opinion, but he on the other hand was basically a grotesque monster. Deadpool always felt that maybe his sardonic charm would always win the day over his Freddy Krueger like exterior. But ten times out of ten that was never the case.

Deadpool wanted to warn Harley. Tell of the ugliness that was soon to come, but he thought it was just best to just spring it up on her. Because you know…that usually makes sense. Deadpool placed his palm on the top of his head and pulled off his mask in one fell swoop. He closed his eyes as he did it, expecting a scream or the all too familiar sound of someone vomiting. The constant reminder of what Weapon X did to him, his sacrifice to get rid of his cancer. His mental stability, his burned anatomy, everything was a remembrance of that day of the experiments. Deadpool never remembered fully of what happened that day, or even the days before that. All he could remember now is the fact that he was a mercenary with deadly skills whom also had the ability to regenerate whatever body parts were lobbed off.

"Umm, can you open your eyes and pass the salt. It's to your left." Harley asked.

Deapool opened his eyes to see Harley looking straight at him. Barley blinking. It was as if she was looking right passed him. But the face became a look of annoyance.

"Can you pass the salt Deadpool before my food gets cold?"

He passed the salt. Deadpool was dumbfounded; not one ounce of a reaction from Harley. Did this world make him suddenly good looking? He touched his face, nope still all the bumps and scars that he knows of. He had to mention it:

"You don't see it?" he asked in puzzlement.

"See what?" Harley answered with food in her mouth.

"My face"

"Yeah, I could see it. It's kind of attached to your body."

"But you don't see anything wrong with it?"

"I mean yeah, I do see that horrible things have been done to you to look that way. But other than that I don't see anything else wrong."

"This doesn't disgust you?"

"Not that I know of no"

"But my face basically looks like the food we are eating."

"Look Deadpool, I didn't expect to see Bruce Wayne under the mask okay"

Deadpool smiled, he had never got that reaction before, or anything positive. Harley noticed his hesitation, which was a first since he had known him in the short time they have met. She started to speak in a sympathetic tone.

"Look we are in a business where everyone wears a mask. Always trying to hide something, I didn't think you were any different. Sorry if that disappoints you."

Deadpool shook his head.

"No, it doesn't actually. I usually don't look at masks in that fashion."

"What do you look at it as then?"

"To bring intimidation"

"I could see that, and it usually works most of the time."

"Why do you paint your face?"

Harley thought about it for a moment. No one really has asked her that question. She herself never asked that type of question, Harley guessed it was some sort of secret that one deserve to keep hidden.

"When I was a little girl I liked Jesters. I don't know why exactly, I guess they were always the truth tellers in all the craziness of societies."

"Well that is less obvious then my reason."

"What is your reason?"

"I always wanted to be a ninja."

"But you are wearing red, you're not exactly being a really good one. At least in the definition."

"Well I guess you could say the least predictable"

"You are hitting all the marks on that one."

They both laughed. Deadpool finally started to eat his meal, but of course he had to interrupt by starting another conversation since he became socially comfortable again.

"Who's Bruce Wayne?"

"Oh he is a multi-billionaire slash good looking philanthropist"

"He doesn't do any crime fighting on the side?"

"Not that I know of"

"Because I know a multi-billionaire myself, he also does crime fighting on his own."

"That must be tiring"

"Yeah I guess, but he seems to like the attention and the women"

"Well from what I have noticed out of Bruce Wayne is that he doesn't like the attention"

Deadpool put a fork full of food into his mouth. So many thoughts were screaming in his head. He had to let them out.

"You think your multi-billionaire is the same like mine?" Deadpool asked in slurred words because of all the food in his mouth. Just as quickly as he had been insecure over his looks, Deadpool had just as quickly forgot his manners.

"You mean do our worlds have similarities in superheroes?" Harley said.

"Yes exactly"

Harley's shoulders slumped, she hadn't thought about it. Which makes sense since she had never entered Deadpool's world. He did have so many striking similarities to Deathstroke, the look, the name, except one was a dissociative personality disorder and the other was rage a holic (I am sure you can guess which one is which).

"How about this. I name a hero or vigilante with a little description of what they do and you give me the equivalent from your world." Harley said. It seemed like a fun guessing game to her.

"Okay, Iron Man. Wears some sort of metal armor and his special power is being a billionaire." Deadpool started.

"Wait, he made the metal suit himself?" Harley questioned.

"Yeah, basically makes and pays for all his equipment."

"Hmm, sounds like Batman but that would maybe make his identity Bruce Wayne." Immediately after she said it Harley's mouth became wide open.

"Oh my god! Bruce Wayne is Batman!" She said a little too loud.

"I guess that is supposed to be big right?" Deadpool said.

"Very" Harley nodded answering. That revelation was too big to fully process as of yet. So Harley wanted to continue on with their game.

"Okay next one" She said.

"Alright then, okay Hawkeye. Wears Liberace type purple stuff and is a master marksman with a bow and arrow. For some reason he is in the Avengers, they just let anyone in that group I have noticed."

"Green Arrow" Harley said simply.

"Really? Just Green Arrow? That is such a simple name. Why not just be called Bow and Arrow guy."

"Hey, I don't create the names. I just use my full name."

"Yeah that is weird, why do you use your name Harley Quinn?"

"Because the Jester wasn't going to sell the toys"

"Ah, guess that makes sense."

"Okay go again"

Deadpool thought for second. "Captain America. Had a weird experiment that made him super strong and fast. I say all his accomplishes should have asterisks but that is just my opinion."

"Wow, Captain America? A little patriotic don't you think."

"Do not get me started on him. He even has a shied with a star and stripes. He is walking Budweiser commercial."

"Well, the guy I just smashed his face in was induced with some sort of super serum so I guess there is a lot of those guys around these parts. Now when I think about it, getting a super serum is like aspirin for some of the population around here." Harley reminded herself that there was still some of Deathstrokes blood on her cheek. She started to smug it off.

"Okay Thor. Super everything. He is basically a god, and speaks in some weird old European language. The chicks really dig it." Deadpool said.

"Well that would have to be Superman." Harley said. Deadpool started to laugh hysterically. The name just put him in a laughing frenzy.

"Wow Superman, how a simple name can you get? What is his power?"

"Everything. He has super strength, super speed, he even can shoot lasers out of his eyes."

"Well, that seems totally unfair don't you think?"

"In the grand scheme of things….yeah, it kinda does"

They stopped there superhero association game and continued to eat. Harley's mind was in wonderment over figuring out that Bruce Wayne is Batman. But she also thought of how stupid she had been. Of course he is Batman. Who else could afford all that artillery? No vigilante living in the slums could ever afford a "Bat Plane". She was just scrapping by with just her hammer. And she had to buy that on lay away from a novelty store. Sometimes the world just seemed too unfair to her.

Taskmaster started to wake up. Deadpool could never really tell if he was asleep or not. His face after all was purely bone. But when slurred words came out of Taskmasters mouth, it was a good tell knowing he was awake.

"Where am I?" Taskmaster asked. Sitting up next to Deadpool.

"In the wonderful land of Oz my good friend." Deadpool said.

"Oh, now I remember" Taskmaster said in disappointment.

"We are going to take you back. Your grand scheme of screwing up everything is done for."

"I wasn't trying to screw up anything. I was trying to prevent something, which in your case you have screwed up." Deadpool threw his plate behind him. Not caring for the mess that he created.

"What were you trying to prevent Mr. Task?"

"Does the name Axel Asher mean anything to you? Deadpool's yellow eyes widened.

"Oh my damn."