Chapter 8

"You haven't seen a man in a bloody suit before?"

"I'm a veteran, I've seen more blood in the ER than you ever have in your lifetime buddy" The old man shook his fist

Deadpool danced in the train and cursed at a slug taking a chunk of his flesh out of his shoulder, he was pretty sure one of the elders were dead and the other had knocked himself out with alcohol then turned to Alfred cocking a shotgun aiming at him.

"You son of a_"

"Well, I never! Give me that" He grabbed the bottle and struggled with the man holding into it in his sleep, pushing his face off trying to drag it then spun taking a scarf from a lady and wrapping it around himself.

"That'll do" He stuffed it in the bottle and tossed it across the street.

"Try aiming at this!"

Alfred's gun went off the same time as the bottle, he dialled a number and the receiver picked.

"Master Allen, I bet we could use some help"

He said hurriedly with horror and his eyes lit up in a yellowish-orange hue. The phone clattered on the floor when the bottle exploded engulfing him in the fire and he died plopped by the cellphone.

"Hello? Alfred? You need me to do what?. Ugh I swear I'm the cleanup guy around here"

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If he ever found that son of a bitch, he might as well shove his blades up his hole...somehow, he bet that would be painful.

WOO HOO!

He celebrated as the train moved faster then staggered holding on to the rail amid the elders, a random man picked his nose and he grimaced at the slow action, he was going to vomit, things got a lot slower and the train wasn't picking up. Although they got across town to the outskirts of Gotham.

"What the fuck?" He talked a lot slower too and leaned over looking ahead at the lightning stretching over the body of the train stretching to the end.

....

Barry zapped him before he could lay a finger on the prisoners and put the rest in jail, the superpowered criminals were harder to take in,

he just hoped that this wouldn't have a catastrophic effect on space and time, whatever it was, the Batman and the bat family wasn't supposed to be dead

He sighed, he was waiting to see the after-effects of the new reality, everything was as it was before, maybe nothing happened yet, only a continuity that lasted, the fabric of time may have not been rippled.

What would he call it? I wouldn't know, he thought to himself.

How could this guy be strong enough to singlehandedly take out the bat family? he meant there could be others but this one took them out like they were nothing.

He saw the possibilities, the risks of doing them a favour and there were zilch! Perhaps Alfred might have thought it through after all.

He grit his teeth when Deadpool stood up.

"Shit" He touched his new bat costume with a big hole on his suit, he took one hell of a blow too, he convulsed from the shock and rolled when Flash jammed a crowbar against his head.

"Smooth one sparky"

"What world are you from?"

"Catchy, I was expecting a lame joke...I mean, I'm Batman"

He held up his wings to stay in character and groaned when Flash punched him with superspeed and gave him a final uppercut.

Deadpool rolled over and stopped cold before Batman arrived to see the crazed mercenary on the floor. Barry tapped his fingers together laughing nervously avoiding his glare.

Batman grimaced, the prisoners had mysteriously disappeared.

The sight of Batman still standing was astonishing, it only felt like he was dead moments ago. Which he was...

"Keep up the good work, whatever you do, don't put me in a tube" He quick saluted him Great, now he was going to live through the days again. He flinched when Batman stopped him.

"Flash"

"He's a killer"

"So you went on to stop things from happening anyway?"

He shrugged "Alfred had me do it, he died, all of you died. He's unstable"

"I don't want to tell you what happens from here on out"

"I figured"

"He's unstable"

"I know"

Batman didn't know what else to think, he glanced at Deadpool, a new mystery to him, new theories formed. He may have to find out the hard way.

"I'd call this...a second chance"