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Reaper grinned at him. This red coat wrapped around him and covered his head, becoming a bloody and raggedy cloak. A boney hand pulled back the hood again and his face was a skull again. "True. I suppose I'll just have to see what happens after I've gotten out more." he replied with a grin. "Kill anyone for no reason, huh? Hehe. Think you and I could get along just fine."



Deadpool turned his attention back to Batgirl just in time to see her duck and hide. Oh, cat and mouse now was it? Er, bat and...mouse? No, cat and bat. Why would a cat be chasing a bat? Deadpool and bat. Yeah, that'll work...wait, what was he doing again? Oh yeah, money.
Deadpull whipped out one of his blades and lept off of the roof onto the one below him. Carefully he crept around to try and get around to batgirl. "Marco...."

Batgirl smirked under her mask. It'd been a while since she had a worthy fight. Lady Shiva, was the best she'd ever done. Maybe Deadpool would be better. She heard him come close by her hiding spot. She tossed a batarang on the ground near his foot. It stuck up in the conrete roof. "Polo." She said in a low voice before switching her hiding spot while he was distracted.

Deadpool's head automatically snapped in the direction from which the projectile had come, and then a wide, delighted smile spread across his face as she responded with 'polo'. Well, was she actually going to play with him? What a nice change of pace! "Marcolicious! You know, this isn't personal, Cupcake." He stopped moving and listened carefully... Nothing. Whoever this Cassandra Cain was, she knew what she was doing. "It's just one of those things," he continued offhandedly, quickly making note of every place that he would hide, were their positions reversed. There were only so many, and most of them weren't very good. "Like those icecream bars shaped like Tweety bird. No one knows why they happen." Reaching down to his belt, he quickly teleported from one hiding spot to the next. On the third one, he found her. With a fluid motion that was preternaturally fast, he drew both of his guns and fired at the girl's head. "But happen they do," he concluded cheerfully.

The Reaper smiled. "Oh, a few things.." he replied. "Travel by flame, control fire, drain every ounce of blood from someone by touch, copy their powers by contact with thier blood, possession, duplicate myself, travel through and controle darkness, and whatever other power I can ger my fingers on to name a few." he replied. "Oh, and being death, I can't di-" he started, before pausing and lookeing out towards the city. He groaned a bit and began to laugh, looking back at the table. "Well, she's becomming quite an annoyance. Posessing someone is starting to sound like my best option." he said with a sigh. A few slivers of black fire slid out from under his cloak and shot out the door. "I'll have to round up all the power I can get before she arrives here as well."


The flames soon seperated. One both traveling up different buildings, and a Reaper emerging from each. One spotted Sapphire Spider and smiled, moving towards the edge of the building.
The other found a man and woman fighting, and someone hiding close by. The girl gave off no hint of powers, so the other two would be a better target.

Deadpool had to say, this girl was good. It almost seemed like she had the same sort of limited precognition that ol' Web for brains did. She also seemed to be at the peak of human condition; her speed, agility, and reflexes were all excellent. Unfortunately, his speed, agility, and reflexes were superhuman, so her abilities didn't mean much. The most talented little girl in the world was still a little girl, when all was said and done. Still, her talent--helped by her willingness to play with him-- was enough to make him feel a quick pang of hesitation; it was such a waste. "Oh, I'm probably going to kill him, too," Deadpool explained reasonably, reaching back to pull both of his swords out of their sheaths, "Happy as I am with my new bestest buddy, we're both a little... eccentric. Eccentric and lovable and incredibly charismatic, but not so good at playing nice with other people." With that, he attacked with a vengeance. She would probably be able to see what he was about to do, but that didn't mean she would be able to move quickly enough to counter. "Anyway, it's awfully sweet of you to worry about little ol' me, but I don't think I'll be dumb enough to get taken down my a freakin' joy buzzer." Direct jab about her earlier encounter with the clown, of course. This really was very fun.

Deadpool beamed, half at the girl's cheek and half at her writer's comment. If she hadn't made that joke, he certainly would have. He avoided the kick with a ridiculous little pirouette. "Really? I love tricks! Can you do that one where you bark the national anthem?" At the exact same moment, he brought both of his blades sweeping in, the left one curving down and in toward her neck, and the right one flashing up and in towards her knees. He didn't doubt that the girl would see both hits coming, but she would only be fast enough to block one. If she back flipped, the one heading for her neck would connect with her lower torso or hips; if she dropped into a roll, the one aimed for her legs would find her head. And if, by some crazy miracle, she actually managed to effectively block both of the slices, she would be left open to him kicking her in the face.

The one heading for her legs knees only ended up making a long, fairly shallow slice across her leg as she spun into him. Rolled his head to the side to lessen the impact of the her punch, and immediately brought both swords up to her neck, one slipping in front of it, and one moving behind it. Both wickedly sharp edges were turned inward. "Joker actually said something about him," he said conversationally, "I'm sure that he's just a cheap knockoff that a smart-a** writer designed to poke fun at me. Oh," he added, "And if you like your head where it is, you should stay very, very still. I mean, if you want it on the floor, feel free to start doing a kickline... Although I don't really think you can have a kickline with just one person... Maybe we can get Rhino to join in!" There was no possible way that she could move faster than two swords that were literally touching her throat. If she tested him, he fully intended to cut off her head and have done with it.