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Deadpool set his half-full soda on the table and leaned back in his chair. "Loads," he said honestly. If he could track down the people who were getting jobs, it would be easy enough to find out who was handing them out.

"Hmmm... What is TAKING the food so long? I'll answer your question, then I'll figure out a way to make them a little faster. Anyways, the top two assassins in this Universe are both very good at what they do. The top one, is called Deathstroke. Deathstroke the Terminator. He's a world-class martial artist, an expert marksman, and very few are his equal with a sword. He's exceptional in stealth, but also knows when the time to be seen is present. He prefers close-up kills.

"The other is called Deadshot. Although he's no slouch in hand-to-hand, he prefers ranged firepower. When it come to marksmanship, he has no equal. He calls himself Deadshot because he has never missed a target. Never, except one. My dear Batsy..." This prompted some laughter from him for a moment, but it quickly died down again. "Other than him, whatever he aims at, he hits. Dead on. Every time. If it breaths, he can kill it in however many shots he says he needs. He also has a habit of running right into the thick of it. Not that he wants to die; he just doesn't care whether or not he gets killed. As such, he's also a card-carrying member of the Suicide Squad. Whereas Deathstroke is cold and calculating, Deadshot is considered more of a loose cannon. But nonetheless, if you give either of them a paying job, they WILL earn their money. Anything else?"

Deadpool filed all of this away for future notice. Neither one of them sounded like they'd be any sort of threat to him... so he'd just go after whichever one seemed most convenient. "Nope!" he replied cheerfully, "I think that about covers it."

At that exact moment, the waiter came out, carrying all three plates and looking as though he would faint if someone spoke too loudly. Setting each plate in front of the correct person, he asked, "Can I get you all anything else at the moment?" Deadpool didn't reply; he was already eating, and he was eating like he meant business. God, it had been so long since he'd had something besides fast food! Not that there was anything wrong with it, but variety was nice. VERY nice.

Deadpool looked up, the front of his mask distended from all the pork in his mouth. "Marh Mowham a iimmed a mmmm," he mumbled through the food. Then, giving into the inevitable, he swallowed and tried again. "There's no one else that is as charming as me, if that's what you're asking," he said sadly, reaching forward for his soda. After taking a long drink, he set it back on the table and continued. "There are some fairly interesting people, though. Let me see. Um... Goblin. Green Goblin, if you want to be specific; there have been a couple different ones. Hob Goblin, Silver Goblin... Anyway, the interesting one is the Green one. He's nuts, for one thing." He spun his finger by his temple in the quintessential 'crazy' gesture. "And coming from me, you know that means something. About one marble away from having lost 'em all. I would introduce you," he added, "But he's currently in the process of trying to have me killed; it would hurt his feelings if I made his epic failure that obvious."

ENTER from Home Sweet Home

She really didn't know why she didn't notice it before. Just how long had she been in this...Gotham place, during all that fighting and jumping around....and she didn't realize that her appartment had been relocated from New York to here? Why didn't she recognise it or anything? Though if she looked to the other side of the buildin, she bet she'd be able to see NY though. Maybe that was it...she was just right on the border of the place.
Whatever the case, as soon as she stepped out of the building, she felt lost. After a few moments of standing there dumbfounded, she decided to at least explore around a bit. If this is where her place was going to be for a while, she'd have to at least get used to the block around her. After a bit of walking, her stomach gave her a reminder that she hadn't eaten in quite a while. She grimmaced a bit and glanced around. Well, she'd just taken a few hours nap, wouldn't hurt to take some time to eat somewhere. Couldn't fight on an empty stomach anyway....

Batgirl almost let out an annoyed groan. Sitting here wasn't doing anything and the only interesting bit from the duo's conversation was about the villains and heros from Deadpool's universe and the whole universe merging deal. She silently crept down from her fire escape hiding spot and turned off her sound enhancer. I need to find Batman, or Nightwing, or Oracle... Heck, I'd settle for Robin at this point! She landed on her feet silently on the concrete below. Maybe I should go check the batcave... she thought to herself looking in the direction she would have to go. She mentally shook her head, No, that wouldn't be a smart idea, Nightwing still doesn't trust me after the whole league of assassins incident and chances are good that he'd be threre trying to figure this out too. She tried to think of people who'd be willing to help when something caught her eye, a very confused looking girl was walking down the sidewalk. Batgirl slipped into the shadows. Another person from the alterative universe? she wondered resisting the urge to peer around the corner at her.

"Mutant? What's a mutant?" Joker asked, completely bewildered. If he had the answer to this question, he'd probably be better able to kill one.

(( Wait, doesn't Deadpool have a healing factor mutant ability? Isn't that what keeps his normally-deteriorating brain in such a total state of physical and mental chaos that not even Professor Charles Xavier can read his mind, as it will deteriorate, then heal back up due to the ability? ))

"Why, what so funny about them?" Joker had forgotten all about his food.