In a bar in Gotham, this bar in particular served for 3rd rate villains. Harley and Deadpool then entered the bar. "This bar serves bad guys?" asked Deadpool. "Usually the ones that are 3rd rate," replied Harley, "I'm sure we'll find the little creep somewhere." She cleared her throat, hoping to get everyone's attention. Nobody listened. She tried again. Nothing. She pouted and asked, "Deady Bear, can ya get their attention?" Deadpool nodded, and pulled out his gun, and noticed a jukebox playing Bad to the Bone. He then looked at you, the reader. Yes, I'm talking to you. "You guys think I should shoot that jukebox?" asked Deadpool, "It'd be such a shame to waste a good song. But then again, you can play it up above. Eh." Deadpool then shot the jukebox, abruptly stopping the song.
"Oh, did I get your attention? Good," said Deadpool as he sniffed the smoke from his gun. "Now that we got ya attention, have any of ya sleezebags seen the Commissioner's supposedly deceased, but not dead son, James Jr?" asked Harley, looking around the bar. "Come on, spit it out," said Deadpool, "yoohoo, Jimmy! Where are you?" He then shot a random guy as he taunted, "I'd put pressure on that if I were you." The bartender cleared his throat, saying, "Uh, Harls? You looking for this little shit?" He had James Gordon Jr. rung around the neck. "Jimbo!" Harley said jovially, "you're just the guy we're looking for! Care to come with me and Deadpool?"
"What if I say no?" asked James Jr. Deadpool put his gun near his head as he said, "You don't have a say in the matter, now do ya, kiddo?" Harley and Deadpool grabbed him and started dragging him outside as Deadpool faced the customers and said, "his business is with us. And believe me, it's plenty personal." Deadpool and Harley threw James Jr. out of the bar, and Harley smacked him hard, glaring at him. "We heard what you did ta yer sister Jimmy," said Harley. "real dick move, crippling your sister like that, you little sick fuck," said Deadpool. "You're one to talk, Quinn," said James Jr, "you blindly followed Joker's plan and did nothing when I put that serum into my sister in the first place. And who the fuck are you?" Deadpool kicked James Jr. right in the nuts, causing him to land on his ass on the concrete ground, hard. "I'm Deadpool, princess," said the Merc, "now stay down if you know what's good for you, motherfucker." Deadpool then held him back, keeping him from trying to escape.
"You took away your sister's ability ta walk, you make me sick!" growled Harley, "now I'm gonna break ya fuckin' legs, and you might never walk again. How's that sound, Jimbo?" Harley then got out her giant mallet and constantly smashed James Jr's legs constantly with it. James Jr. kept on screaming in agonizing pain, begging her to stop. Harley did stop though. "Now you know how Paul Sheldon felt," taunted Deadpool as he then took a photo of James Jr in pain. He and Harley then left Barbara's brother. "Feel better?" asked Deadpool. "Much actually," said Harley, "though I might need a massage." She then lifted up Wade's mask and kissed him on the lips.
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Everybody Loves A Clown (A Deadpool and Harley Quinn Love Story)
FanfictionWade Wilson, the Merc with a Mouth, Deadpool, has managed to get himself into the DC Universe. His world soon turns upside down when he falls in love with The Joker's main squeeze herself, Harley Quinn. Her crazy matches his crazy. And you, the luck...
