IT HAD BEEN A FEW days since they had visited Wade's friend Weasel and now the duo had been spending their hours creating outfit ideas and gathering material for their costumes. It wasn't as professional as you'd think it would be. All they had in that crappy stolen apartment were a couple sheets of paper and a collection of crayons that they used to design the costumes.

The ideas that they came up with for each other were quite hilarious and resulted in many burst of laughter when the costume went to extreme levels. One of the ideas Wade had came up with for Marley was a red and black checkered one piece with a jesters hat.

"I am not wearing that, Wade. I may be fucked up in the head, but I am not letting the voice make fun of me when we're beating the shit outta Francis' men." Marley glared, ripping the cartoon drawing out of Wade's hand and tearing it the shreds. 

For the mean time, she would be okay with a black suit until she finished the outfit she had in her wardrobe. Wade had substituted a full white outfit consisting of jogging bottoms, a hoodie, a mask and some sun glasses.

"Fine, wear whatever you want, but we still need to name you." He grumbled, getting up to fix the pictures onto the wall that had all of Ajax's men on it.

"Wade, I'm too awesome to have a run down superhero name that's been recycled through multiple comic books over the decade."

"You think you're so smart."

"I think I'm adorable." She replied, getting up and kissing his cheek like always.

"I've got it!" A literal light bulb went off above his head.

"What is it? Lay it on me."

"Gladly."

"Wade. Get on with it."

"Harley Quinn." He beamed, proud that he came up with it.

"Harley Quinn? Isn't that copyright? She's from the DC universe."

"Not if she's played by the same person." Wade whispered to himself. Marley hadn't heard him that well and asked: "What?"  

"Nothing you need to worry about me amigo." Wade laughed and then mumbled, "It seems as though she can't tell that we're in a fanfiction."

"Fine, I'll go with Harley Quinn. But if we get sued, I'm blaming you. Now excuse me whilst I go and decorate my baseball bat."

"You have a baseball bat? I want one."

"You've got your swords, you don't need my weapons Mista Pool."

After hours of slaving away at the sewing machine and dying her hair two colours, Marley had finally finished her outfit and put it on. Wade's was still in progress, but they had to leave if they wanted to catch up with their first victim. She walked out of her room to hear:

"This shits gonna have nuts in it."

"Wade, I know that we're on the same level of crazy, but even I would never say that out loud." She said to him as she walked up to the picture covered wall. "Are you ready? 'Cause I am, let's go."

"Ye-Whoa. How come you've finished your costume and mine's not even started yet? And why can't I look like that?"

"One, because you're not me. And two, because your skin doesn't look like a clown. It looks like a wart that a dog get's on it's ass and then bites off."

"That's mean."

"I'm sorry Mista Pool. But we gotta leave if we wanna get that guy who we've been stalking since yesterday." She apologised, kissing his cheek and then walking out the door.

----

"Where's Francis?!" Wade interrogated, punching the informer in the face. A guy came up behind him and whacked him with a stick. Getting in on the action, Marley drop kicked the man off of Wade and stabbed him with that same stick.

The sound of gunshots stopped the duo from their actions and they turned around slowly. Wade's white hoodie was now coated in blood from the bullet wounds and he stalked up to the shooter: "Where's Francis?"

In the end, Marley ended up getting no information whatsoever and now they had the trouble off getting the blood out of Wade's outfit. He stood in the laundromat scrubbing the blood with a small brush, which seemed to only spread it even more. Marley was doing the same to her shirt that didn't have as much blood on it, but enough to cause a bother.

"Seltzer water and lemon juice for blood." A sudden voice called from the machine across from them. "Or wear red. Dumb asses."

----

Wade had taken what the blind old woman had said and put it to use. Now, he had made a red suit out of fabric and black domino mask eyes. It was an improvement from the outfit before, but Marley had finished making Wade's new costume that would put his others to shame. She just needed to give it to him later.

They went to a wrestling ring and pushed through the crowd to get to the next person on their list of interrogations. Wade had unsheathed one of his swords and stabbed the man's hand holding a gun into the wall and then hit him in the face.

"Don't make me ask twice." He warned and then pushed the man's arm down, causing his hand to rip off of the blade. Marley walked closer and pointed a gun to the guy's face. "Where is Francis?"

"He made me ask twice." Wade said angrily, pulling off his mask as he stabbed the picture on the wall back in the apartment. He turned to Marley and asked: "Is the mask muffling my voice?"

"Not much. Hold on, I have a surprise for you." She smiled, turning around and walking into her room to get his new suit.

"Are you going to come out in sexy lingerie?" He called out as she opened her wardrobe and pulled the costume off of the hanger.

"No, Wade." She laughed and came back into the main room. "Ta da! I made you an outfit!"

He ran over and snatched it out of her hands, pulling it up against his chest. "Is this leather?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"It's so fabulous, even wolverine would be jealous."

"Go try it on."

"I swear, if we weren't trying to fix our faces and Vanessa wouldn't take me back, I'd have boned you on that crappy couch ages ago." Wade joked, walking into his room to try it on. Marley's mind couldn't really wrap around what he had just said.

'What is that supposed to even mean?'

The duo had gone on a couple more unsuccessful interrogations that all ended in the other guy dying miserably. The funniest one was most likely the guy that they had killed on an ice rink with a Zamboni. And Marley's favourite was when Wade had to go against two girls and he had no idea how to kill them because he thought it was sexist. In the end, Marley ended up hitting them repeatedly with her pimped baseball bat. They were now onto their final target.

Agent Smith

The two had posed themselves on top a high stack of packaging and waited for the creepy man to make an appearance. He had come into sight with two other men that were probably his bodyguards. 

"Nice to see you Jared." Wade spoke up. Agent Smith looked around but couldn't find anyone until Wade continued, "I'll take the foot long. Fully loaded."

The coward ran off and Marley was in hot pursuit, leaving her partner to deal with the other two. They ran into the street and she jumped onto his back, knocking them into a car and smashing the window. She grabbed him harshly and waited for Deadpool. The mercenary came out and took over.

"Forty one confirmed kills. Now it's eighty nine, about to be ninety."

"Mr Wilson?"

"Ding ding."

"Mrs Kinnzel?" Agent Smith asked, turning towards the woman with two hair colours. She smiled, leaning in closer. "Not anymore."

"You're looking very alive."

"Ha. Only on the outside."

"This is not going to end well for me-"

"This is not going to end well for you, no." Deadpool and Marley -whose mercenary alias was now Harley Quinn- said simultaneously.

"Where's your boss?" Wade questioned.

"I can tell you exactly what you wan-"

"A dat dat dat dat dat dat. Oh you'll tell us. But first...you might wanna skip ahead for this. Now this little piggy went to-"

"ARGGHHH!"