Chapter 320: Hello, Batman!
"Oh~ hi! I'm currently executing a very top-secret mission, but I can guess that this piece-of-crap screenwriter definitely won't let me finish it that easily." Deadpool pulled the camera focus onto himself.
On the Rooftop
"What did he just say?" Jenny frowned. She couldn't quite hear the words of the man in the red suit.
"He's just saying some swear words. You're still young," John said with a smile, patting Jenny's head.
Matthew Murdock, with his superior hearing, caught Deadpool's words, but he couldn't understand the nonsense the freak was rambling about.
"John, what brings you here tonight?" Matthew stopped paying attention to the freak and turned to John.
John sighed. "Sometimes the law fails to put criminals to death, so I've decided to handle it personally."
"No, John. You have to believe in the law. You're an officer," Matthew shook his head. His views were the exact opposite of John's; he never killed criminals, opting only to send them to prison.
"Two nights ago, a gang was dealing drugs. A pregnant woman saw them. They vivisected her on the spot and cut out her nine-month-old fetus. Can you imagine that scene?" John's voice was cold. "We arrested them immediately, but because of their connections, they were out on bail the next day. Heh."
This incident had stripped John of his patience. If the law couldn't solve it, he would do it himself.
"Believe in it... just as you believe in the uniform you wear," Matthew said, placing a hand on John's shoulder.
Matthew often tried to instill his philosophy into Jenny as well, but it had little effect on her. Every time she handed a criminal over to the police, she would secretly send her Shadow Eaters to devour their shadows. Of course, she was selective; for petty thieves, a beating was enough, but for gang members in shootouts, she summoned the shadows without hesitation.
"Heh, Hell's Kitchen's law? If the law is afraid to govern, I will govern. If the law is afraid to kill, I will kill!" John was adamant. This was fueled by his convictions and the subconscious influence of the Shadow General within him.
Matthew didn't argue further. He couldn't control John, only his own Jenny.
"The gangs are trading here again tonight. Guns, ammo, drugs... and a diamond called the Pink Lion," John noted.
"Pink Lion? Is it because the diamond looks like a lion?" Jenny's eyes lit up. It sounded lovely.
"Yes. A pink gemstone with patterns on the sides resembling a lion's mane," John said, softening his tone for the young girl.
"A diamond?" Matthew hadn't expected a high-profile jewel heist.
"The Pink Lion. Its rare color and depth make it one of the most valuable jewels in the world. It's famous internationally, roughly 60 carats. It was stolen from a museum where it was valued at 80 million dollars," John said dismissively. With security that poor, the police always ended up cleaning up the mess.
"That expensive?" Matthew was shocked. 80 million dollars was a staggering sum.
"Tonight's priority is actually the Pink Lion. The guns and drugs are secondary," John muttered, not understanding the Chief's logic. Surely the drugs were more dangerous to the public, but the retrieval of the stone came first.
Jenny listened with great interest. She wasn't moved by the price, but by the thought of how sparkly such an expensive diamond must be.
In the Convenience Store
Rei, watching from afar, noticed Big Daddy, Hit-Girl, and the red freak entering the shop.
The clerk looked at the two costumed figures—Damon and Mindy—and assumed it was a father-daughter robbery team. He threw his hands up. "I just got robbed! There's no money left!"
Damon chuckled. "Relax. We aren't here for money. Just buying some water."
"Don't worry, kid. We're the good guys. Superheroes fighting evil—Big Daddy and Hit-Girl," Mindy said, expertly spinning her butterfly knife. The clerk stared at her; looking at how proficient she was with that blade, he seriously doubted the "good guy" part.
Damon walked to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water. Just as he turned to pay, the red freak walked in.
"Whoa! Batman!" Deadpool screamed, holding his head and pointing at Big Daddy.
"What?" Damon tilted his head, confused. Was this red guy here to rob the place? And his name wasn't Batman.
"Ahem!" Deadpool coughed into his hand and strode up to Damon, extending his hand. "Hello, Batman. I'm Deathstroke."
"???" Damon was even more bewildered. Who was this guy?
"Oh~ BD," Deadpool looked at the initials on Big Daddy's belt. "You should really change that to DC."
"..." Damon had been wary of the newcomer, but now he just thought the guy was a mental patient.
"Hey! Your name is Deathstroke?" Mindy pulled out her katana and pointed it at Deadpool.
"Yes. Hello, Rainbow Girl." Deadpool turned and marched over to her.
Mindy glared at the pervert. "One more step and I'll cut you in half."
Clap, clap, clap!
"Impressive." Deadpool gave her a thumbs-up.
Mindy leaned into Damon. "Big Daddy, is this guy's brain broken?"
"Probably. Likely escaped from an asylum," Damon whispered.
Deadpool heard them, of course, but he didn't care. After teasing them, he wandered into the snack aisle. He had a mission tonight and his stomach was growling. He couldn't die of hunger, but he certainly preferred not to be miserable.
"Hum~ hum~ hum~~" Deadpool hummed a tune, skipping along the shelves as he picked out snacks.
"Let's stay for a moment," Damon said, holding Mindy back. "In case this nutjob decides to hurt the clerk."
They sat down on the nearby chairs, watching Deadpool's every move.
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