This is a story based on what if Deadpool existed in the DC universe but not Wade Wilson...but someone entirely different and a completely different origin...well let's hop right in.
WARNING ⚠️ Will Contain Strong Language and Graphic Content, Lemon...
Currently sleeping peacefully in her bed was Althea Jones, who laid there comfortably until the sound of music, along with her alarm clock woke her up.
"Mmmm. What in the hell?" She says then reaches over to turn off her alarm.
Once she does, Al sits up and puts on her slippers, then grabs her cane.
Al then opens the door and turns left, going the hallway, as she does, the smell of pancakes and batter hit her, instantly.
Along with the sound of Dolly Parton being played and her grandson singing along to it.
"🎵 Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen, Pour myself a cup of ambition, And yawn and stretch and try to come to life! Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin out on the street, the traffic starts jumpin With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5!🎵" Alex sings, fully suited in his gear, even wearing his mask with an apron and chef hat on his head.
"Alex!" Al says, getting Alex's attention who smiles.
"Grandma, you're up! Good morning! Aye, watch your step, there's a lot of batter and syrup on the floor." He says then notices his grandmother about to sit without a chair, in so he kicks one from the side, sliding it across the floor.
Al sits down and pushes it up towards and Alex places down a plate of pancakes.
"Here's your stack. Also, I teleported over to that café down the street. Grabbed that vanilla mocha you like so much." He says and places the mocha right beside the stack.
Al smiles and turns towards Alex's direction who was still making more pancakes.
"How pancakes did you make? Smells like a lot." She states and Alex chuckles, while inhaling the aroma coming from his new fresh baked batch.
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"It is a lot of pancakes, grams!About...373 pancakes." Alex states before tossing the stack into a pile on the counter.
"373?! Boy, you expect us to eat all that?" Al exclaims and Alex chuckles.
"Me? Tempting, but no. You? Also no. Y'know that diner we go to?" He asks.
"Yes." She answers and Alex sits at the table with his stacks of pancakes in front of him.
"I've decided to give them all the pancakes. Just to cut em a break. You know how packed that place cam be. (They have no right to be so damn good.)" Alex informs and Al was surprised but smiled.
"That's nice of you, baby. This whole thing is nice..." She says but her smile once she a realization hits her.
"What did you do?" Al questions and Alex raises an eyebrow.
"Whatchu' mean?" He asks and Al folds her arms.
"You know what I mean. What did you do?" Al reiterates and Alex laughs taking a bite out of his food.
