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Batman moved quickly through the shadows, making his way toward a seemingly ordinary old dumpster; then he pressed a button on his belt, and the smelly, clunky thing was lifted smoothly away, revealing a door. He quickly led Sapphire inside and down a set of steps, and the panel hummed shut behind them. A second later, the lights came on. The two of the appeared to be in a sort of bunker, which was well stocked with a lab, a computer, food, and medical supplies. It wasn't the Batcave, of course; Batman had determined that returning there would be unwise, especially with a magic user--now a very angry magic user-- on his tail. Sometimes they could track you, and he didn't want to take that chance.


"Hwash 'oin om?" asked a voice behind the Joker. Deadpool had finally made his triumphant return, his mouth full of cheesy goodness. A second later, he swallowed, and then whistled. "Damn. Someone knows a thing or two about explosives. We should trade secrets. My secret's called 'lots and lots of C4,'" he added immediately. Then he blinked. "What happened to her?"

Batman was currently in the process of bandaging his own recently injured arm. At her words, he half-glanced over his shoulder at her, then returned to his task. "Don't mention it." His mind was already on the next step of his plan. The Joker, much as he hated to admit it, had to be dealt with; he would have had both Blackstone and Gossamer out for the count if it hadn't been for him. Once again, underestimating the clown led to bad places. Perhaps he could come up with something to have Joker show up on his terms... and without Gossamer.

Joker looked at Deadpool with something that looked remarkably like malice in his eyes, probably because it was malice. "Smooth move, there, Deadbrains! Gossamer gets incapacitated, the symbiote that the suit's wearing gets HIM knocked the #@!% out, I nearly get my foot blown off, Batsy escaped with whoever it was that was skulking off in the alleyway, all because YOU were off on some damn EASTER CHEESE PUFF HUNT!!!" Joker drew out a revolver and stepped between Deadpool and Gossamer. "That's TWO missions you've failed, in two different sub-forums. One of them, you'd have gotten PAID FOR, and it takes a pretty bad mercenary to call himself the best, and then give up on paying jobs. It takes an even WORSE one to mess up for that same person AGAIN. Deadshot would eat you alive, and he isn't even the best in my Universe. Maybe you should consider a new occupation. Like an author. Or a TV show host. Or a comic book writer. Despite what Weapon X did to you, mercenary work just doesn't seem to be your thing anymore. Maybe you lost your edge. Maybe you should quit. Maybe THAT'S why you keep getting screwed out of your money. Not because you're insane, but because you're WASHED UP. I was depending on you, and you failed. So I had to improvise. I made up a new plan as I went along. On my own, I nearly HAD THEM. If you had been there, Batman would be at our mercy. But you FAILED. That Pool-O-Vision of yours is finally getting in the way of you completeing paying jobs. The little boxes aren't keeping you on track anymore, neither the yellow ones NOR the white ones. Maybe you're useless for ANYTHING now. Just like you were useless for Copycat when she died that one time. Maybe THAT'S why she didn't stay with you. Maybe THAT'S why Syrin never loved you like you did her. You're USELESS."

Blackstone glanced behind him as he heard an argument erupt. The stared at the small group a moment, but turned away. He doubted they were the ones behind what had happened, so they were of no interest to him at the moment. Every bit of him wanted to find the one who made the noise, and tear them apart layer by layer.

//ooc: I have no idea what elst to make him or sapphire do at the moment. crying //

Sapphire sighed slightly, looking down at the small blue strands she kept hovering above her hand.
"Gossamer is half sorceress, half psycho. She knows a wide range of spells, and when she decides she doesn't like someone she'll usually use them to practice on. (Namely me...)" she replied, then moved to sit on the wall next to her.
"Blackstone is from my world, and I'm actually surprised to see him here. He has his own range of powers, though he doens't look like he does. Unless you get in his way or cross him, he usually doensn't bother much with anyone. If you do, well he's very determined about getting what he wants." she continued, trailing off a bit. "He's was probably, no, was the reason I couldn't use any of my powers before. One of the nice little powers he aquired."

Sapphire paused a moment and thought. "Not quickly, but yes. I can usually dodge most of her attacks. I'ts knocking her out that's the hard part. She's recently found this annoying little phasing ability." she replied.
Then again with Blackstone here, it might be impossible to take her on. If she could keep Gossamer away from him, and keep off his radar, then she should be fine. Heck, keeping Gossamer occupied on her wouldn't be much to do. Just run her mouth a bit and Gossamer wouldn't pay attention to anyone else.

"Usually the same room or within a couple of yards. But if he's...in a bad mood then his power increases. Then if I can see him or if he see's me, I'm too close." she replied. In that case he would usually get to her fast enough that she couldn't get away.