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?”
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