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"I'm Batman but I'm not from this time period, the future is messing up and that's where I come from." Batman said as he held the tracer to Canary "They've stopped." he said.

He needed someone to hang with until he found someone from his universe. "I can assist you if you like." He offered with a smile. "No charge." He said laughing.

"No, just trying to do something nice for a future friend. Hopefully." He said politely. "I am quite useful." He said smiling at all the adventures he's had. "and experienced." He said hopeing she would say yea.

He nodded and watched her leave. He looked around and decided to head to a random location. He ran off as fast as he could.

Exit to Cariers Therapy(ms?)

{Enter from... the street?}

Kara Zor-El gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to punch the brick wall next to her. “Okay,” she said, her voice a little too calm for comfort, “One more time, Dead...pool?" She shook her head; it wasn't important. "Stop following me, or I will make you very, very unhappy.”

Deadpool, who was leaning casually against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest. “You sound pretty serious,” he said evenly.

“I am,” Kara grated out, her hands balling into fists.

“Well, then,” Deadpool sighed, straightening, “I guess there’s only one thing to do.” He had really wanted to avoid this, if at all possible, but she was leaving him no choice.

Kara crossed her own arms, and raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” Was he going to try to hit her? Oh, God, she really hoped so. The yell as the bones in his hand crumpled would almost make the past twenty minutes worth it.

“We’re going to have to get some pancakes,” he replied, suddenly switching from resignation to over-done cheer. “Nothing says good times like pancakes.“

Kara just stared at him for a few seconds, disbelief slowly turning to boundless frustration. “Why?” she asked finally, “Why are you doing this? The whole world is going insane, and I’m trying to fix it. I may not be doing a very good job, but I am trying. And you…” She couldn’t find the right words, so she contented herself with making strangling gestures at him.

“Want pancakes?” Deadpool put in helpfully.

“Aghh!” Kara cried, reaching out to grab him by the front of his costume. Count to ten, and then DON’T, Kara, said a memory of Kal-El sternly. Kara’s hands returned, twitching, to her sides, and she slowly counted to ten. Deadpool made this much more difficult by listing all of the best pancake places in the immediate vicinity. Finally, she took a deep breath, and asked in a pseudo-calm voice, “What, exactly, do you want?” She could do this. She would get rid of this idiot, and then she would locate Batman, who would help her find Kal-El.

“Sex,” Deadpool replied immediately. Kara’s eyebrows shot up. “Or food,” he amended, “I really was serious about the pancakes. Or have you ever had those cheesy puffs that come in those bright orange bags?” Kara still just stared at him. “No, but really, I figured anybody who flies around in a tiny little skirt like that is—“

“THAT’S IT!” Kara shot forward, grabbed him by the back of his jumpsuit, and yanked him into the air. “NOBODY IN A RED AND BLACK ONESIE IS GOING TO LECTURE ME ABOUT MY SKIRT WHILE THE WORLD ENDS!”

“Wow,” Deadpool said brightly, looking down at the ground as it fell away. “I wouldn’t have guessed that you were into this sort of thing.”

“AUGGGH!”

{Exit to Metropolis}

((*turns bright pink* Aw, shucks!))

(( mrgreen Well, I love Deadpool, so I'm glad that I managed to do him justice. Anyone who can annoy Spider-man has got my respect. I am sorry that I took a character that you were interested in, though.))