Let's start one fact right off the back. Deathstroke is a very angry individual. The man is so quick to throw a table across the room as easily as he would catch a sneeze. Harley knew this, and it was one of the main reasons why she feared for her life at this moment. Combine that with a concussion from the bomb blast and you have a mixed cocktail of emotion. But Harley needed to recover fast, like super-fast. Everyone else seemed to be out on their backs from the bomb, and Deathstroke was coming towards her in light speed. With two katana blades in hand, Harley could tell that he wanted her head on a plate, or a stick, or a mantle. Harley didn't know what people like Deathstroke did with decapitated heads, her job was to make sure that the result of this fight wouldn't come to fruition.

Still recovering mentally, Deathstroke was thirty yards away. All Harley could do was stand up, widen her hips, put her arms up in a ready stance and prepare for impact. She hoped that her sledgehammer wasn't too far away, but of course it was. Another drop in the crap bucket. Deathstroke's arms lifted high in the air with his blades, he was now in striking distance, and he wasn't hesitating. He was not going to monologue this one. But before he could bring down the blades unto Harley's neck something slapped across his face.

The slap from the mystery object made Deathstroke stumble. He seemed to be in complete shock from what just transpired. The object came from Harley's right. The direction where Deadpool was last seen at. When she turned her attention on the mercenary Harley heard "Now get the blue pants you silly clown. And make sure to get my leg."

It was Deadpool's decapitated leg that was thrown at Deathstroke. But Harley didn't know if she should feel bewildered or find it hilarious. Either way punching Deathsroke flush in the face was the best course of action. Which she did with great success. It didn't knock him out of course, but it did still bring an advantage for Harley. Harley followed up with a kick to Deathsrokes chest. That put him right on his ass. Deathsroke made a big oof sound as his back hit the floor. Harley ran away to find her Sledgehammer. There was still smoke surrounding the stadium, she hoped that it wouldn't take long to find it, Deathsroke was bound to recover quickly.

About fifty yards away from where Deathsroke had fallen, Harley found her favorite weapon. Before her fingers touch the weapon an elbow struck her back having her fall face first on the stadium floor. Deathstroke was standing next to Harley's fallen body, he was breathing heavily in a frantic manner. He grabbed both of her legs by the ankle, picked her up like a pillow and threw her across the stadium.

Harley awoke when her head hit the ground again. Her eyes opened probably midway from rolling after the fall. Now her sledgehammer was even farther away from her, which put her in a new level of panic. She could only hope that Deadpool had another decapitated leg to throw at her angry assailant. But that would probably be asking for too much right now.

Harley saw Deathsroke springing towards her. Not wanting of course to give her another chance of recovering. She knew he would not stop until either A. She pleaded for mercy. Or B she stopped breathing. Neither one was a good choice on her part. She had to think of a plan C, and fast. Deathsroke's fist struck across Harley's face, a millisecond later a knee to her solar plexus. She dropped to her knees, not providing much defense for herself. Deathstroke side kicked her to the ground. Harley was becoming numb to the pain, she was hoping for all of this to end. She hoped that Deathstroke would revel in his work for at least a little while. He was sort of masochistic that way, so it wasn't a far off thought.

But all Deathstroke was doing was stomping on her body some more. Like she was a roach that kept twitching to stay alive. Harley knew that Deathstroke threw that bomb to make sure the others wouldn't have time to help her. He only cared to kill her, but he wanted her to suffer before she expired from his brutality. He didn't care that the others would subdue him afterwards, Deathstroke only cared to see Harley in the position she was in now. In a state of defeat that she would never recover from.

Deathstroke never considered the thought though that she has been in this situation plenty of times before. Harley lives in a world where a man can fly and have super human strength at the same time. Where plenty of people have the power to freeze buildings or people from where they stood. Powers that defied all logic of science. And what was Harley's power? Probably being more unstable then the average person. She has been kicked around more times than she could count. From more powerful people then some juiced up Australian. So Harley started to think to herself "Why don't I just get up and break his face?"

After what seemed like the fifteenth time that Deathsroke stomped his foot on Harley, she caught his ankle midway before he could continue. With one ankle being predisposed right now, Harley leg swept the leg that wasn't stomping her. The second he was on his back Harley was already mounting him on his chest raining fists across Deathstrokes face. Deathsroke was not going down as easy as last time-he put his hands on Harley's neck and proceeded to start choking her. It did not stop Harley from proceeding rain upon fists on the assassins face.

"Deja vu huh Deathy boy?" Harley said with glee. Her smile got larger and larger for every second she was pounding his face in. Deathsroke had a look of combination anger and fear. It seemed that his last moments in life would be looking at Harley Quinn's face smiling menacingly. This was not the way he wanted to end it all.

"Hey, pretty clown face" a voice beside Harley said. "How bout we stop all that fight club shenanigans and help me find my leg." Harley stopped herself from what she was doing and looked up. It was Deadpool, who didn't seem to be too concerned with her situation. Deadpool knew she got it handled, it was just his one leg was getting tired from all the hopping around.

"Seriously, it's one Damn leg, how do I lose one damn leg?"

"Well where was the last place you put it?" Harley asked exasperated.

"Across Deathstrokes face"

Harley laughed. It was good to feel this way right about now, she looked down at Deathstroke. He seemed to be semi conscience, she hoped that he wouldn't return to try to torture or kill her again. Either way, she didn't fear him anymore. Only of what she would do to him next time.

"You think he would learn by now." Deadpool said. "I mean it was like watching a rerun of your previous beat down.

"I'm sure he has learned by now. If not then he will be buried six feet under next time."

"If he does I will make sure to bring my smartphone. I'm sure millions of people would love to see that on Youtube."

Harley got off of Deathstroke. Not fearing one iota of being attacked from behind. It was almost as if she was encouraging it. But she was getting tired right about now.

"Let's go find your leg" Harley warmly said. Deadpool started to hop along with Harley.

"The others are just recovering. Thankfully you already put a bad hurt on that cheap version of myself. I'm sure our green friend would have done the same. But then again she wouldn't have the same flair as you did."

"That didn't disturb you in any way?"

"Disturb me? I only regret wearing such tight clothing right about now, I loved it so much."

"I don't know what to say to that"

"Hey, Canadians have a sick sense of eroticism. It's either maple syrup or hot clowns beating up on people." Before Harley could comment, she found Deadpool's leg. Just lying in the grass like an uneaten chicken leg. It was a gross and funny sight. But more gross. Harley pointed towards the leg and Deadpool started to hop towards it. He laid down beside it and took out a roll of duct tape.

"Duct tape?" Harley asked

"Yes Duct tape. The greatest invention known to history. Invented by the late great Thomas R Duct."

"I don't know if I should question the history of it, but do you actually plan to tape your leg together with that?"

"Oh it'll heal eventually. Just takes time of course. Within an hour or two, this leg will be ready to hurricane kick any ding bats coming my way."

Deadpool proceeded to tape his leg back unto his body. It was a delicate procedure that has almost become a fine art to him. It is a wonder why he hasn't created his own surgery business. Granted no official medical body would ever give him a license, but that was the world's loss not his. Maybe there will be a universe for Deadpool to start "Duct Tape Medical Services" he could only hope.

"There we are. Good as new" Deadpool said with relief.

As he stood up he noticed She-Hulk and Taskmaster coming their way. She - Hulk of course having an annoying scowl across her face. And Taskmaster ... well he had a skull for a face so who could tell what he was feeling.

"Is their going to be any more bombs thrown our way?" She-Hulk said with annoyance.

"I hope not, I only have so much duct tape." Deadpool answered.

"He's down. Trust me, he won't make any more noise toward us" Harley said with a smile.

"I can see. Is he dead?" She-Hulk asked.

"No, he'll recover. He has a healing factor."

"Oh just like Deadpool here. Is everyone with a healing factor always a nuisance?" She-Hulk looked at Deadpool.

"Hey don't look at me. He's the cheap rip off."

Taskmaster decided to join the conversation, "well actually I think he was the one who -"

"Task no one asked your needy opinion. He's my rip off and that's that. Just because no one wants to rip off your likeness does not give you the right to trump mine."

"Ouch Deadpool. That is uncalled for."

"Sorry about that Task. You know how I get when my leg was just blown off. Come on let's hug this out. Come on bring the love"

She-Hulk decided to break up the bro love. "Guys if we could stop for a minute and think about what our next course of action is going to be"

"Right Wayne Industries." Harley said.

"Right. Now I say we use as much resources as we can to infiltrate that building. "

Everyone nodded their head. "That's it?" Deadpool said. "I could have told you that."

"Get as much of an armed arsenal as you can. The sooner we get Axel the sooner we could return to our world. "She-Hulk said.

"To the gun store. Wait is that okay in this city? Like this isn't like some sort of left wing flower loving anti-gun place is it?"

Harley answered "No there is plenty of Guns and Ammo stores"

"Alright, Clint Eastwood for President."

"Alright Deadpool is of course going to put his 'hard work' into this venture. What else do we have planned?" She-Hulk said.

Deadpool interjected "Well I go in and go bang, bang, bang, and you will go in like 'HULK SMASH' and task will go shing, shing, shing, with the swords and Harley of course will swing her mighty clown hammer of justice. And once we are done we go to the pub for nice refreshing drink"

She-Hulk looked at Deadpool exasperated. She narrowed her eyes on Taskmaster, who didn't seem to have a plan in mind. She hoped that maybe Deadpool's new friend would come up with some sort of bright idea. But she suddenly noticed Harley jogging toward her sledgehammer. Once Harley picked it up her face was pure glee. So of course Harley was on board with Deadpools plan.

She-Hulk became more depressed as she realized that there was no intelligent or cerebral way into all this. She-Hulk had to, as Deadpool would say SMASH!