Madhouse break away

Sitting within the mansion on the outskirts of New York Manhattan, a short but burly man sat with a beer in hand while the other held a Newspaper, James "Logan" Howlet set his beer down before a report from Gotham picked up on the news, reporting of the surprising news of The Joker being shot by a Rookie cop upon the manipulation of a man in a red Suit… wait, what?

Looking to the TV with a sigh, Logan spotted the picture of a surprised Deadpool looking right at the camera, beside it was a list of… everything Wayde had done before he was sent to Brooklyn asylum… until now.

Standing up with a sigh, Logan spoke.

"Ororo, get the keys for the Van, Wayde's done something stupid again, except this got the result of The Joker getting shot in the head!" moving to the Garage as Silence followed his yell, a chorus of voices echoed in shock.

"WAYDE DID WHAT!?"

Giving a groan as his mind woke up, Deadpool stood over him with a smile.

"Morning sunshine, Todays forecast is a case of Fuck around and find out brought to us by a trust fund orphan, traffic is a one way ticket to Arkham Asylum" sitting up while looking to his fellow captures, Wayde had a double take at the sight of Killer Croc glaring angrily at the wall of the Truck wall, looking around further to see he was also with a Notorious killer Victor Zsasz who like Killer Croc had a muzzle on his mouth.

Sitting with a frown while reaching for his face, the mask remained on for some reason.

Looking to his hands, Wayde sighed before breaking his right hand, making the small thugs in the truck with him wince in disgust as his hand hung limply from the wrist.

Yanking his right hand a couple of times, blood began to spray everywhere with Killer Croc watching in amusement at the self mutilation as Wayde finally got his hand free, staring at it for a moment as the muscles reattached to the exposed bone, he gave it a flick with a series of loud crack with his fingers stretching themselves.

Grabbing the other cuff, Wayde bent it slowly before freeing his other hand.

Rubbing his wrists with a happy whistle, Wayde turned to Killer Croc who stared back.

"What, never saw I guy break his own hand before?" getting a snort from Killer Croc, Zsasz gave a low chuckle before his throat was kicked by Wayde, leaving the man choking before his neck was twisted violently with a loud crack, sitting back down with the entire prison truck stunned silent, Wayde have Killer Croc a look before speaking.

"What are you in for?"

"Cannibalism, you?" giving a smile beneath his mask that punctuated it, Wayde spoke.

"I tricked a rookie cop into shooting the Joker" getting a look of respect from Killer Croc, the mutated man spoke softly, even though his voice was Vin Diesel deep.

"Damn, how'd you pull that off?"

"Well, Batman had me at his mercy after the thick-gurl batgirl shot me in the spine with a grapple gun, the Trust fund orphan than went to give me this weird stare he gives to the low lifes-No offense back there- I went on a monologue asking him if he's gay for the Clown or not or just needs to get his dick wet from either Catwoman or that weird creepy bitch who stalks him, and out of nowhere I shout "He's Reaching" I shit you not the kid had no hesitation, just straight up lined up the shots and fired three times, I than tell Commissioner Gordon to give him a promotion for getting rid of one problem of Gotham, No offense by the way" patting a chuckling Killer Croc on his large scaly arms, Wayde spoke with a happy voice.

"Anyway, know where Harley Quinn is hiding?" getting a look from Killer Croc, he gave a menacing smile.

Taking a turn around a street, the Police truck nearly made a swerve as Wayde kicked the door with a loud "SOME BODY once told me!" diving out the prison truck, Wayde did a Barrell roll before sliding on his knee.

Standing up with a stretch, Wayde sighed while looking around the area before strolling away, making sure no patrol cars were around, Wayde suddenly stopped as he began patting his back.

"NO, MY SNIPER!" falling to his knees with loud obnoxious cries, a voice spoke with clear amusement.

"Wow, you broke the record of Arkham escapee time" turning to his right to see the sight of an amused Batgirl smiling at him, Wayde shrugged.

"I technically killed in self defence" getting a look from Batgirl, Wayde stood up with Batgirl taking a fighting stance.

"Girl I'd take you on but not in a fight" getting a confused look, Wayde clarified.

"I'd rather have my head between those thighs nomming down while you screamed either Deadpool or Wayde, on a related note how old are you again?" getting an amused look, Batgirl spoke.

"Thicc enough to be an adult" getting a bark of laughter from Wayde, he wiped his eyes of the tears before he sighed.

"Do we really gotta fight?"

"Yes" wincing at the lack of hesitation, Wayde sighed.

"POCKET SAND!" Let it be known that what Wayde threw into Batgirl's face was not in fact Sand but mere dirt, failing to stop the surprise Batgirl sputtered as the dirt got into her mouth, rubbing her eyes to clean them, she jumped as a slap echoed form her ass which left her stunned before turning to see Wayde running for freedom.

"Oh you Mother-"

"AUTHOR, now would be a good time to work that magic of yours!" turning to Deadpool as he ran beside him, Wayde looked around in confusion before turning to the ghostly Merc.

"Who the fuck are you talking t-OOOOFFF!" looking forward at the last second, Wayde felt a heavenly softness in his right hand while his face met steel, a moan escaped from his hand before he frowned in confusion… giving a test squeeze his unfortunate victim growled as Lightning zapped him.

"Wayde, let go!" snarling as Storm of the X-men sent him spasming on the floor, Logan climbed out the Driver seat with a cigar.

"What the hell Wayde!?" giving Ororo a look as she held her breasts, it should be noted that this Storm was in her young late teen years, sporting a Singlet with a pair of shorts, her attire wasn't exactly built for Gotham.

Stopping at the sight of two members of the X-men Batman had warned her of, Logan turned to Barbara with a raised brow.

"He cause you trouble?" shaking her head while blushing, Wayde spoke from the floor.

"Logan, HI, Sorry Storm about squeezing those goddess level tits, You can zap me whenever you want" sighing with the woman blushing at him, Ororo grabbed Wayde by the shoulders to lift him into the… X-Van.

"That's not what it's called Wayde" giving Logan the Defiant Finger, the Canadian gave a snort.

"Um, sorry to be the one to be an annoyance but, he's supposed to be i-"

"Gorgeous please, If I end up in that loon house you'll be counting body bags, don't worry baby I'll back to you" staring at Wayde as Ororo and Logan climbed into the Van, the Merc threw a piece of paper at Barbara who blinked at the mini paper aeroplane with amusement, opening it, her eyes widened at the sight of Wayde with his body flawless thanks to some unknown deity, she looked up to blink as the Van drove off.

"Did I just get duped?"