Deadpool (2008) #45
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Deadpool (2008) #45
@nxgmaus
Wade @ Ed at some point, we know this.
nxgmaus:
a strange warmth washed over him when wade called him by that ( by now ) familiar pet name. baby boy. ( he’s not your daddy. and we’re not a boy anymore. … it is degrading — ) the Voice in his head snipped. ed’s eyes shifted and glazed over for a split second as he kept his face frozen in a rubbery, close-lipped smile at deadpool. ‘ go away … ’ he muttered under his breath.
the mad mutant’s smirk was a welcome distraction. ed’s own lips curled at last to expose his teeth — he grinned at deadpool, ‘ the penguin is an opportunist. he wasn’t going to help for free – not for anyone, not for me. i got to do a few things for him first. but it got us the results we need. ’
it was certainly a small victory that deserved suiting up for. if there was anyone who would be more than happy to indulge in histrionics, that was edward nygma. he waited patiently as his roommate ran into his room for a costume change. the smile still teasing the wings of his eyes.
when wade reemerged from the bedroom, he almost couldn’t wait to hold out the envelope with both hands. ‘ would you do the honor? it’s not an ANSWER — whoever was after us was surprisingly discreet. but it’s a clue. ’ ed’s voice vibrated with excitement, presenting the envelop to the other, barely waiting for deadpool to open the envolop before he spilled the beans: ‘ turns out the gears our visitor was wearing were custom made, and there were a few pieces that bore the signature of this particular tinkerer — ’
(I’ve missed you, sirs . Teehee!) “Why do you waste time doing favors? Let me have my fun with them,” I protested as Nygma mentioned his exchange with his fellow Gothamite. I watched as Edward offered the envelope, already hyped at the whole situation even before I even suited up. “I surely would, my lord,” I replied at his words, chuckling mischievously as I ceremoniously took the envelope from his hands. I opened it, but stopped midway as Edward spoke. “D’AWW... Dammit,” I mumbled with annoyance. “I used to enjoy these games of cat and mouse,” I commented with an exaggerated sigh. “I haven’t enjoyed them for years now...” I added under my breath. While that statement had been a true as truth got with me, I did feel certain excitement, even if it was just because I could literally see it in the Gothamite infamous character’s gaze...
“Although, I will admit: the more careful they are, the better it feels when you rip them apart,” I mused giddily with a childish giggle, pulling the folder from the envelope Edward had handed me. “Huh... Is this a fucking blacksmith?” I asked, looking at a page that seemed to list properties. “Dude... this is fucking forge,” I pointed out with excitement at my genius of a partner. “Who do you think he’s working for? Although this seems like a commission rather than a personal job,” I pointed out, looking at some pictures of the weapons we had found on our assailant.
Processing the information in the folder, I tilted my head as I scanned the words and pictures on it. “Hey, remember that thread where we spoke of the Court of Owls?” I asked nonchalantly (it was just in passing, but I’m sure we exchanged words about it.) “Do you think the blacksmith or the assassin was theirs? I remember you said your path cross theirs.” (Or did I watch that in Gotham?) Looking back up at the handsome rogue, I smirked under my mask. “I seriously would love to take on some secret society.”
“Life is short. Drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. That’s one of my mottos.”
— Wade Wilson
I continued to put the groceries in their designated places as Edward spoke, smiling softly to myself. Although the smile did die down as his words changed towards inquiries as to how my abilities affected my brain. Stopping completely, I tilted my head slightly, but held his gaze. "It drove me completely insane," I answered sincerely. "I mean, I do believe we are nothing more than comic books characters, remember? Well... Right now, not even, we're pretty much fanfiction written between two parties and also a crossover because I'm Marvel and you're DC... Not to mention, I fed my flesh to Archangel when he was dying of starvation..." I paused, then shrugged, dismissing the topic and returnin to my task.
The topic was easy to forget, however, as Edward produced an envelope. "Ooooh," I marveled, leaning against the counter with my chin resting over my hands. "Jackpot!" I exclaimed giddily. "Wait," I said, stabding back up quickly. "He's being disposed of already? You're no fun... We should've chopped him into pieces and taken the pieces with us to toss at his homies," I argued with an exaggerated sigh. "You can be a party pooper at times, baby boy," I lamented.
At the mention of Oswald Cobblepot, I sighed yet again. "Yea, yea... Hide that twinkle in your eye better," I mumbled. "Bet you I could've gotten the same result but in a few hours," I said with a malicious giggle. Although all teasing stopped when he passed me the envelope. I looked down at it and then at his (beautiful) smiling face. A smirk grew upon my lips. "We fucking shall," I added, reaching for the offering before pausing. "Wait!" I exclaimed suddenly, jumping back. "Let me suit up first!" I said, beginning to undo my pants before moving even an inch towards my room.
Once suited up, I took a happy, deep breath. "Let's do this, gorgeous," I stated, pulling my mask over my scarred features. "Where's the envelope at?" I asked, looking at Edward.
nxgmaus :
the meeting with oswald went well. the king of gotham underworld agreed to lend him assistance on his new mission to discover of his mystery assassin. with oswald’s wealth of treasures and army of cronies on his side, he was sure to secure his swift victory.
ed stepped out of the iceberg lounge for the second time this week, slipping a sealed envelop into his suit’s pocket as he made a detour to the local market. ever since deadpool moved in with him, ed found himself spending a lot more on his grocery bill. pushing the shopping cart down aisle 3, gotham’s riddling menace tried to solve the puzzle of the week — figure out through complex calculation and data analysis just what kind of canned soup and beef jerky would wade favor this week. he grabbed a few cans of beans from the canned foot aisle for homemade burrito, then stopped by the pharmacy for an amount of first aid supplies that raised a few brows.
‘ it’s a … play. ’ he chimed, tilting his head with a smile as the cashier handed him his bag of bandages, ‘ —- mummy, the musical. ’
by the time he stepped out of the supermarket, ed realized that he was three hours behind schedule to the estimated time of arrival he gave wade this morning when he left the riddle factory.
( oh i’m sure the big guy has been entertaining himself in our absence. ) he loaded the grocery bags onto the elevator, hissing under his breath at his reflection in the bronze and copper of the elevator interior, ‘ what do you mean? why did you say that in a funny way? ’
( i just mean, you promised him excitement and legacy in gotham. ) the riddler leaned against the elevator door and shrugged. he moved idly aside when ed reached to close the metal grate doors, ( but so far he’s fought one intruders, and spent the rest of his days cooped up in a basement playing video games with 14 year-olds. while you’re meeting people in pubs and GROCERY SHOPPING. ) ‘ i need to gather information! if these anti-mutant groups got their hands on some never-before-known formula, we should NOT walk into it blind — ’ ( i’m saying you’re being too protective and it’s dull and honestly pathetic … )
‘ enough! ’ the elevator reached the basement and ed pushed the door open forcibly with a loud clank that drowned the voice in his head. he blinked at wade with a slim jim sticking out of his mouth. it was still a little strange to see the mutant out of his deadpool suit. ‘ are you … ’ he stepped out of the elevator slowly, noticing something off …
‘ — are you eating without the fan on again?! we are in a basement, wade. i told you to turn the fan on if you’re going to eat in it. ’ he stepped out of the elevator, leaving the bags of grocery behind, and went across the room to turn on the switch. a quiet whirling sound droned on as air began to filter through the ventilation system. edward grumbled as he walked past wade again to bring in the grocery, ‘ … on top of the tv and console generating extra heat … ’
When the doors opened, my gaze met Edward's and I completely relaxed. "What's good, baby boy!" I exclaimed happily after grabbing the Slim Jim that had been trapped between my gritted teeth, letting myself fall back down on the couch with a large grin. Although the look on his face and his words weaken my smile slightly. "What happened?" I mean, it definitely wasn't that I was shirtless? He'd pretty much seen me naked at this point (I mean, in my undies at least.) Of course, his reminder did explain it all.
I smiled awkwardly. "Aw shit... I forgot! Plus, it's just Slim Jims!" I tried excusing myself, my tone apologetic as I stood up quickly. As Edward went to turn the fan on, I walked towards the elevator and grabbed some of the grocery bags and moved them onto the kitchen. "My bad, Ed," I added as he mentioned the television and the Xbox, walking back to grab the rest of the bags. "Plus! It isn't hot here," I pointed out with a smile, trying to make amends. Leaving the rest of the bags in the kitchen, I walked over to grab my half-eaten Slim Jim and finished it in two bites. Walking back towards the kitchen area, I dropped the empty wrapper in the trash.
Turning my attention back to the bags, I began to pull out items and put them in the places Edward had designated for each one. "I'll remember next time," I promised quietly, working quickly. "So," I said almost immediately. "Found anything interesting?" I asked him casually. "Kinda feeling like I'm getting out of shape here," I joked with a chuckled. "I could go with you next time," I added, looking up at Ed. "I feel like giving you a gun for self-protection wasn't good enough. I would feel much better being there in case shit hit the fan."
Going Gangsta [WadexEdward]
@nxgmaus
I was waiting on Edward in his bachelor's pad at the Riddle Factory with an open box of Slim Jims and a liter of Mountain Dew while playing a racing video game I stole (I mean... Borrowed...) from Katie Bishop. With a half eaten Slim Jim hanging from gritted teeth as I lost yet another online-multiplayer race. "Fucking little bitch!" I hollered into the microphone of my headset at the 15 year-old that had just beaten me. "Hey, yomamathespooner12! Don't you got school or something? GET OFF YOUR FUCKIBG XBOX, CHILD!" I yelled angrily as he laughed maniacally.
Turning off the Xbox, I discarded the controller on the coffee table before I slid off the headset and left it next to the controller. Picking up the half eaten Slim Jim from the floor, where it had fallen during my little tantrum, I took a bite off of it before taking the open liter of Mountain Dew and taking a large gulp. "Fucking kids playing video games..." I mumbled under my breath to myself before checking my phone. No missed calls nor text messages... (Fuck you too, Al...) Checking the time, I realized that Ed was three hours late, which caused me to worry a little.
Finishing my Slim Jim, I reached for another and unwrapped it. Taking a bite out of this one, I heard the door open as I had begun standing up. Since I was in my civvies and my suit along with my weapons were in the room, I turned with the Slim Jim in between my lips but ready to throw hands with whoever was walking in if they weren't Nygma...
notyourpenguin:
Oswald looked at the other shrugging “I’m sure that’s what everyone thinks when they come here” He replied softly before shaking his head “I can tell, tell me can you use those katanas on your back or are they just for show? Its a rather interesting weapon of choice for someone who is as outgoing as you” he replied softly before chuckling softly “ I promise I would never sit on your lap, not really my style plus I’m sure your somewhat hubby wouldn’t appreciate it”
He found himself watching the male nodding his head “true, shame others can’t see it that way” He replied before laughing out loud “you have seen me right? I’m afraid brawn was never my skill set, maiming and killing with weapons is while another story though” He found himself a bit shocked that the other called him Cute, first of all, no one ever called him cute…and second of all…he wasn’t cute. He pouted for a moment before rolling his eyes “Yes Enjoy the madness that is Gotham a new villain is created ever 4 seconds”
Oswald found himself giving Deadpool his full attention when Edward’s name was mentioned. He had to admit the man while he tried to keep in touch never once talked this red clothed loud mouth. “Batman is easy enough to get his attention just set something on fire.” He replied softly before freezing for a moment hadn’t the man said he’d come here with his hubby or that very thing almost made Oswald stab this Deadpool over and over again. “So you and Edward have formed a sort of partnership, one where you call him hubby” He eyed the male before throwing a knife to pin his suit to the wall before getting up to move towards him “I didn’t think that at all, Edward and I have long since had a pact that if we were ever to try and kill each other. There would be no tricks, no lies, just two friends facing off. But I hope you don’t mind” He smirked moving to grab the knife from the wall “Someone has to play the very intimidating caring friend, So I’ll say this once Hurt Edward Nymga and they will never find your body” He chuckled softly moving back to his desk. “Is your name really only Deadpool? Like You have no other name?”
"You mean Bea and Arthur?" I asked, pointing back with my thumb. "I like the anime feel it got," I teased. "Makes me feel like a Ninja Turtle." Although which one, I couldn't say... Probably a mixture of them all. "Although I dare disagree with you," I countered at his interest in my weapon of choice. "Carrying this type of weapon is better for someone who is outgoing than a shy individual. After all, they're so personal," I proposed with a low chuckle. "Relax, Mr. Cobblepot, it was a joke," I sighed at his persistence on my earlier comparison.
"You just haven't had the proper trainer is all. I onve saw an armless woman choke out an armed soldier with her feet," I said (like a liar.) His comment about his own hometown made me chuckle as I looked towards the security cameras momentarily. However, my attention was soon recaptured by the Penguin when he attempted to brainstorm a plot to attract the Dark Knight. "... Nah. That's not really how I want us to meet..." I murmured, scratching my masked chin in thought.
But soon, my attention would be demanded as a sharp blade cut through my suit and sliced the side of my wrist, my blood trickling down to the grown. I groaned at the warm feeling spreading from my wound, chuckling softly with a large grin under my mask.
As he closed in, i listened patiently, not breaking eye contact. "Alright," I sighed as he neared. "Let's be clear though, if he asks for your head, I'm bringing it to him," I cooed, ripping my hand from the wall, the already healing wound reopening as I slid my hand off the blade. "Although, I ask you don't hide my body," I added as I watched the Gothamite grabbed his knife and return towards his desk. "If my head isn't reattached within a certain time, bad shit is gonna go down and I'm too lazy to write out an evil-clone-thing arc," I petitioned with an awkward giggle before turning to leave.
His question about my name forced me to turn. I looked at him for a moment before rushing to his side and forcing a selfie. "Good try," I added. "The picture is cute, at least." I patted the shorter man's shoulder. "Have a good rest of your night, Mr. Cobblepot." I bowed before Oscar the penguin, "to you as well, ser penguin."
notyourpenguin:
Oswald looked at the other feeling a bit of a headache coming on, the man was a ball of energy mixed in pure cat piss crazy. “Deathstroke I know, Deadpool I don’t” he replied softly before looking at the male “No Mother…We didn’t celebrate normal American holidays” he replied quietly not wanting to let a complete strange know he that he grew up beyond poor and any presents they exchanged were hand made. “You aren’t Santa and I’m not a little kid asking for a gift” he replied rolling his eyes.
He looked at the other laughing for a moment “I don’t either but that bullies did tend to like to mock this ugly gay bird” he replied shrugging before looking at him “I doubt anything you say would scare me, I’m from Gotham member.” He replied moving his hand to give Oscar some food since it was time for him to eat. His entire body froze at the mention of his dearest friend.
“and Pray tell what Edward Nygma being born here has to do with this little visit? “ He smiled somewhat coldly at the other.
"Of course you do," I chuckled when he mentioned he knew Deathstroke. "No worries though, I'm sure the name Deadpool will be pretty popular in Gotham soon." I chuckled once more. God only knew what Ed had in store, and I had promised to help him in his upcoming endeavours... Whatever those may be. "Trust me though, I'm way more fun than that dude," I promised with a wink. Although his statement about his celebration of Christmas did throw me off... (I mean, I read where he said how him and his mother spent their Christmas, but every Christmasy movie had a scene with a child on Santa's lap?) "Fine, don't sit on my lap," I countered with a dismissive shrug. "I wasn't being literal anyway, although I am quite more comfortable than people may think."
When he laughed, I smiled widely. His little counter, somehow, did not come as a surprise. Humankind being jerks? Not a surprise at all. "The heart wants what it wants," I replied with another dismissive shrug, moving to admire a painting hanging from one of his walls. "A punch to the throat usually takes care of people like that... Rainbow power! Just don't sell yourself short--no pun intended-- you're cute," I commented absently as I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on in the painting. His statement about being a Gothamite and being used to crazy did recapture my attention. "Is that right? If this city is as wild as you make it out to be... It's gonna be so much fun!" I exclaimed with a chuckle.
When Oswald Cobblepot leaned to feed Oscar the penguin, I snapped a quick picture. Then, I noticed the way he reacted when I mentioned Ed and a lightbulb within my skull lit up. (How could I have forgotten? We have many a thread where this little man is mentioned!) "Well, I wouldn't be here without him... I mean, I love Batman and all, but the crossover has yet to happen... Although the visit itself is unrelated." (Or was it? Perhaps I was marking territory? Who the fuck knew? I barely even know what I'm doing till I'm doing it.) "Like I said, I'm a huge DC fan and the Iceberg Lounge is iconic. Asked Ed if he could take me sight-seeing but he's busy in ways I am no help to him, so I decided to go around the city myself... Love it! Can't wait to go home and show him all the pics." I paused. "If you're worried he sent me to kill you, relax. He's done no such thing... For now," I added with a large grin. (I wonder if he caught the fact Ed was whom I referred to as hubby... And if they were friends as Oswald seemed to think, I hoped he wouldn't snitch me out... So far, Ed usually confused 'hubby' with 'hobbie'...)
notyourpenguin:
Oswald watched the other for a moment, it was strange having a man he didn’t know so close to his person. He didn’t feel like he was in any danger but it was still uneven having a man almost bounce around his office telling details about his life so few even knew.”Deadpool? and why the hell would I sit on the lap of red-suited guy? that is very strange. Do people normally sit on your lap? I feel like that is something strictly bound to strip clubs?” He replied shaking his head
Oswald found himself turning extremely protective of his penguin Oscar, he had so many ones would think he didn’t take the time to name each one but he did. He always made sure that he named and helped raise everyone he had under his care. They had long since become part of his family an attack against them was a death warrant. “…Yes, Joker is a bit…much for people” He replied softly before looking at the other rolling his eyes before pausing at the mention of a hubby “You’re not only gay? but married? Why would you and your hubby come to Gotham City? It’s not really the lover capital of the world you know?” he muttered before shaking his head “ Well I suppose I should welcome you into my lovely club. and I’m usually here, after all, a ship without its captain has a tendency to wreak. “
“Yes, yes. Deadpool!” I exclaimed. “Like Deathstroke, but much more badass, efficient and handsome!” I added with a malevolent giggle. (Shoutout to my DC doppelganger!) Although he did confused me with his question? Had the mighty Penguin never been taken to sit on Santa’s lap? ... Or Satan’s at least? I mean, if I had been a little red demon, that’s how I would’ve forced people to make deals with me... (Ahhh, I see what you did there, Adry. Cool way to incorporate your funny typos.) “Because it’s Christmas?” I asked. “Everyone has climbed on top of Santa’s lap once or twice in their lives,” I commented casually with a dismissive shrug of my shoulders.
I blinked in confusion when his questions became a bit more personal. Was gay marriage not acceptable in Gotham City or something? “I don’t like labels like that,” I scolded the little man. “Plus, I’m so much more complicated than that, but I don’t want to scare you off just yet. Don’t fret though, the madness will come sooner or later,” I added with an amused chuckle. Although I did choose to ignore his question about marriage. Perhaps later on in our friendship, we could discuss it further, but at that moment he didn’t need to have knowledge of everything... Where was the fun in that?
“Well, Ed is from here, so... here I am as well!” I stated with a grin large enough it wouldn’t had been a surprise if Mr. Cobblepot could see it through my mask.
Field Trip [RiddlerxDeadpool]
nxgmaus:
ed backed out of the room, herding wade out with him, and closed the door behind him. he relaxed some once the door was securely closed and locked, only to shoot deadpool a look, ‘ under normal situation, yes, you are uniquely advantaged with your regeneration ability. but we can hardly conclude that this was indeed a normal situation. ’
leading wade down the hallway, he continued, ‘ after the metacon event, we can safely say that mutants — people with abilities are the single largest group of target for attack right now. you are not only on government record for the experiment you partook in, but have exposed yourself at the festival. if anybody wishes us ill will, you are a more probable target than i am. their attack will most likely be specific to powers like that depowering gun. ’
they turned around the corner to a maze-like corridor, with doors and hallways breaching off to different parts of the warehouse. at the end of the corridor was an old-fashioned cage shaft elevator. edward pulled open the metal gate for the both of them, ‘ — i hope you have been paying attention. the infrastructure doesn’t look impressive on its own, but the maze is half the security measure. most people would get lost before they ever reach the living quarter if they didn’t know where they’re going. ’
the elevator dropped and delivered them underground, into the bowels of the riddle factory. when the metal cage reached the end, the surrounding was pitch dark with only a neon green light flickering in the darkness — a question mark. edward flashed deadpool an enigmatic smile and stepped out of the elevator. he took the floating question mark in his hand. the sound of a quiet CLICK was heard. several lamps and lights on the walls turned on at the same time, illuminating the space and the red couch, zany furniture, and miscellaneous decoration in what looked like a hybrid between a lounge and a game room.
nygma let go of the question mark ( which turned out to be the end of a pull chain attached to an old-fashioned fabric shade lamp ) and smiled at wade cheerfully, ‘ hello roomie. your room is just behind that door. my room is right over there on the other side. i’ll ask you not to touch anything on the lab table. otherwise, please make yourself at home here, until i can arrange someplace of your own, if you’d like. ’
I can’t say that I was not enjoying this protective side of Edward Nygma (I was loving it really... But you guys can pretend you didn’t read that!) It made me smile under my crimson mask as I was herded out the room. He also forgot (or perhaps I hadn’t told him yet?) that I wouldn't be so easily beaten, regardless of depowering collars or guns. Then again, his worry and interest in the matter was strangely welcomed... Somehow, I think Blind Al was currently working on getting one of those guns to shoot me herself. “You worry too much, baby boy,” I pointed out with a sigh, but did not argue with him any further. Instead, I followed him, fixing the strap of the dufflebag over my left shoulder.
“I did no such thing,” I countered. “Wolverine did,” I added with a malicious chuckle. “For real though, Ed,” I added, catching up to him and putting a hand over his shoulder. “Stop worrying so much,” I told him in a more serious tone. “I am very hard to kill.” I squeezed his shoulder for a moment, ultimately letting go and allowing my hand to fall back to my side.
Walking into the old elevator, I heard him questioning me and grinned at the Gothamite mastermind. “Of course I have not been paying attention,” I answered in high spirits. “My mind is pure chaos, you should know this by now, baby boy.” I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back against a wall as Edward worked his magic to get the elevator powered up. As we descended into darkness, I tilted my head at the sudden change in lighting. Standing up straight, I arched a hairless brow under my mask and felt myself reaching for one of my handguns. However, as we reached our destination and a neon green light blinked in the distance, I noted Edward’s smile and relaxed.
As the place came to life, I stared in awe. “This is...” I tried to take it all in at once. “Fucking AMAZING!” I exclaimed with excitement as my eyes ultimately rested on Edward. “Holy fucking shit!” I dropped the bags near the entrance, quickly moving from place to place to further inspect and enjoy his bachelor pad. Although his words stopped me. “I wanna stay close to you,” I told him, my words coming out far more serious and intense than I had meant. Once I realized it, however, I turned away to inspect the rooms. “You’re room is so much better than mine is... can we just share it and make the spare room a playroom?” I asked, visions of all sorts of machines of tortures coming to mind. Pulling my mask off, I looked back to the Gothamite and smiled widely. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”
“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”
I looked down from the shadows, wondering how in the fucking history of flying fucks Clint managed to see me and recognized me. "I am not a gargoyle," I said, deepening my voice in an attempt to sound more Batman-like. Jumping off and performing my most impressive superhero landing, I let my amazing, homemade black cape (it was black satin sheets tucked into my collar....) cover me before standing up. "I am BATMAN!" I declared before hissing in a bad vampire impersonation. "Been in Gotham City lately, so I picked up a few pointers from the Dark Knight himself!" I bragged (which was a lied. I have yet to interact with the Bat outside of meme day...)
Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters
“What are you doing?”
“What did you knock over?”
“Don’t eat that!”
“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”
“Plastic isn’t food.”
“How did you get up there?”
“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”
“I have to pee – can you move?”
“It’s so early, please stop.”
“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”
“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”
“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”
“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”
-points to mirror- “That’s you!”
“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”
“You haven’t moved in hours.”
“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”
“You have the cutest nose.”
“Look at those feet-ies!”
“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”
“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”
“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”
“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”
“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”
“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”
“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”
- boops nose -
@kingcrocjones @kryptonianofsteel
Accurate
@chaosnmischief
“Don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve to die.“
I stared at the Black Widow in silence. "If that was the case, I wouldn't get to kill anyone," I sighed with exaggeration, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting. "Whatever! Fiiiiine! You win... Just because you inducted me into the Avengers: Black Ops!" I argued, pointing a finger at her nose... Before leaning forward and poking it. "Boop..."
“As far as I’m concerned, it can just stay in the corner and mind its own damn business.“
@wondcrbabe
My head spun back so hard, my neck cracked. "Wait... Why?" I asked with a childish pout. Had my reputation really followed me till such corners of the world?! Were DC people always so mean? What happened to second chances?! Errr.. Third-no, wait... Fourth? Whatever! Did people really run out of chances like this? "Fuck it then! The Teen Titans are stupid anyway! It's just a little Justice League bootcamp!" I screamed in tears, bitter at her rejection. "You guys' loss!" I snapped before running out.
notyourpenguin:
Oswald, was a bit surprised the man seem to know a lot about his life yet didn’t fear either his temper or rage? it was alarming, to say the least yet he had mentioned knowing other rogues. Did someone talk about him with this man, or was he just a common stalker. “I don’t know who those people are….” He replied carefully before blinking at the other as he took a picture of his mothers portrait that always sat on his desk. He felt the need to hide it from the man for a moment. “You know my Mother? I suppose that would explain your eccentricities. But I’m afraid I have no idea who you are sir or why you are even here” He replied in a rather clipped tone
He found himself a bit shocked once again when the other almost screamed at the fact he had a penguin by his side. The man claimed to know who he was but didn’t know of his fully trained penguin army? “That is just too much information and leave Oscar alone” He replied calling his penguin back to his side carefully petting his featherless skin.
Oswald found himself a bit put off by the male and actually thought about just shooting him. But then again the carpet in his office was brand new and he didn’t want the hassle of redoing it once again. “I’m not signing a body part of yours, that’s creepy as Joker he loves tattooing others with his name.”
Of course he wouldn't know who I was speaking of, nobody ever knew... When he mentioned me knowing his mother, I paused as I pondered whether to break his sanity or not... But then he called eccentric and I chuckled, my pondering completely forgotten. (Hey, at least he wasn't calling me crazy.... Yet.) "Where the fuck are my manners?!" I exclaimed when he mentioned not knowing who I was nor what I was doing there. "I'm Deadpool! The other red-suited guy with a lap worth sitting on," I answered, grabbing his hand and shaking it, completely ignoring his rather annoyed tone.
As the penguin named Oscar was called back to his friend's side, I waited until he got there before snapping a picture. "Too cute!" I squealed, giggling. Of course, I was a bit disappointed at the man's refusal to sign my chest, but it was nothing new. "I wish, but he's been banned from the group so... Here we are!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "Either way, I've surprisingly never been to Gotham City before and I'm on a type of vacation/business trip with the hubby--I mean, friend. He's currently working on some stuff, so I decided to do some sight-seeing... And, of course, I had to pass by the Iceberg Lounge," I informed him. "Didn't think you'd be in, but soooo glad you were! It's great!" I added, a grin so big, I'd be surprised he couldn't see it through my mask.
Field Trip [RiddlerxDeadpool]
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‘ nothing is so simple. ’ ed’s eyes flicked up in a chastising glance. ‘ don’t forget that you were just stripped of your x-gene powers and nearly died from it. it was an organized, targeted attack. is it really a stretch for them to try and finish the job? ’ he clenched his jaw, looking down at the assassin again, he kicked the man’s shoulder to release some of his agitation. the man’s head rolled to aside. small dribble of blood ran down the corner of his open mouth in a thin read thread.
‘ … wait. ’ the red on the dead man’s nose and lips drew ed’s attention to his maw. ‘ —– why was he wearing a gas mask? ’ he became instantly alarmed. putting a palm against deadpool’s chest to push him toward the exit, edward looked up at all the air vents in the room for any suspicious gas leaks. he only relaxed some when he couldn’t identify any anomaly.
‘ maybe he didn’t have time to activate it before we arrived. ’ he mused to himself, releasing his grip on wade’s suit uncertainly. ‘ i should still check the space for any security breaches. until then, it’s not safe to stay here. you’re right — we should settle down first. ’
and with that, he reached over and pulled out the last knife in wade’s chest. even if ed had seen deadpool’s accelerated regeneration several times by this point, he never ceased to be fascinated by the different ways wounds closed and healed before his eyes. ‘ take your bag. let’s show you where you’ll sleep. i’ll lock down this room and deal with it later. ’
When Edward mentioned me nearly dying, I chuckled softly. I was still unsure that was even possible. Regardless of anything, the fact that I could not die came from elsewhere... I almost proposed he injected me with the formula he found within the dart and shot me in the face in order to test out my hypothesis... But I paused. Something didn't allow me to propose it. I stood still, taking a moment to look and admire Edward Nygma and wonder when he had become so important to me that I now found no desire in attempting to end my life. (I know what you guys are thinking, but I am not about to admit to it. So, shush!)
However, as my mind was coming to the realization of how or when or why... The train of thought was completely disrupted when Edward's palm pushed against my chest to the point where it forced me backwards. "The hell?!" I questioned him, frowning under my mask. Listening to him, I sighed. "As the immortal one, maybe I should look for any traps... Although it was very cute how you worried about me inhaling poison rather than yourself," I mentioned with a smirk, tickling his chin... "Maybe the gas mask it's a fashion statement? A way to conceal his identity?" Then he ripped the last knife from my chest. "Thanks," I breathed out after groaning at the feeling of it.
"Where I'll sleep?" I asked, disillusioned, grabbing my backpack and taking the dufflebag as well. "Where will you sleep?" I asked, taking one last look at the corpse before following Edward.