Wendelani

Wendelani, Late at Night

"A new city, same unstoppable me," Deadpool announced, grinning under his mask as he surveyed the unfamiliar streets below. "I've got a feeling we're gonna raise some hell here."

His grin turned mischievous. "Oh! I just had a great idea—'Batman and Wonder Boy Deadpool.' How does that sound? Tell me that isn't the coolest team-up name ever!"

Deadpool glanced over at Batman, nudging his arm. "Hey, Bat, I heard rumors you and that big blue Boy Scout had a… thing? Is that true? I can't get that mental image out of my head, man."

But as always, Batman didn't react. He was as silent as a gargoyle, barely acknowledging Deadpool's antics. They'd arrived in Wendelani, bringing Bob along for "voluntary cooperation." Poor Bob had been blindfolded and parachuted through the Watchtower's teleportation system; when he opened his eyes, he found himself transported to an entirely new city in a matter of seconds. His mind hadn't quite caught up with his body.

Charlie had ignored Deadpool's earlier idea to "kill Stark for fun and profit." Deadpool was unpredictable, always quick to jump at the chance for mayhem, especially when money was involved. His dialogue was often a mix of nonsense and absurdity; Charlie didn't need to take it all seriously.

And really, Charlie was well past needing extra cash. He already had access to more wealth than he could ever spend, funding his covert operations with ease. Every day, the Watchtower's research lab alone burned through astronomical amounts of money—and yet, thanks to Stark's work, he had an ever-replenishing account to cover it. Friday's advanced systems could ensure his transactions remained untraceable, letting him manage vast funds while staying off the radar.

Not that Charlie had time to think about spending it. His missions kept him busy enough that there was rarely a chance to splurge, and his modest wages covered everything he needed, from a good meal to the occasional gadget upgrade.

Charlie's computer screen showed Bob now at the rendezvous point the employer had designated. Without direct contact, Bob's mystery client sent out an agent every two days to get status updates from the hired killers. Batman and Deadpool had set up tracking devices on Bob, watching him from a high vantage point.

After his recent upgrades, Charlie found he could easily manage Batman and Deadpool's controls at the same time. It took effort, but handling two heroes of this caliber was within his reach for a full night if needed.

According to Bob, the contact should have arrived half an hour ago, but the street was still empty. Bob checked his watch every few minutes, shifting nervously as he waited in the shadows. Every so often, he'd glance around, visibly tense, as though expecting the red-suited lunatic would show up to teach him a lesson in punctuality.

Deadpool, meanwhile, was bored. He pulled out a crayon and a pair of white boxers, which he'd apparently stashed somewhere inside his suit. Charlie couldn't help but shake his head as Deadpool began to scrawl a crude "masterpiece" across the fabric.

The sketch featured two stick figures: one was Batman, complete with pointy ears, a lopsided cape, and a frown. Next to him was Deadpool, wielding two knives, standing triumphantly as Batman looked up at him in awe.

"See? Told you we'd make a legendary team!" Deadpool announced, waving his creation in Batman's direction.

Batman didn't so much as glance at him. Without a word, he leapt from the rooftop, cape unfurling as his jet-propellers deployed, sending him soaring across the night sky.

"Hey!" Deadpool shouted, still holding up his "artwork." "I'm not even in the car yet!"

Charlie was now focused on Batman's view. Batman's detective mode had flagged a suspicious car parked in the shadows. The vehicle had been sitting there all along, positioned to watch Bob's rendezvous point without being noticed.

Seeing the hostile marker flash on his screen, Charlie no longer had any doubt. Whoever was in that car was connected to Bob's target.

"I'll track them from above, keep to the shadows," Batman murmured, his voice low and steady. "Too close, and they'll spot us. Too far, and we lose them."

Charlie recognized Batman's "thought cue," hints meant to guide him. It reminded him of a level from Arkham Knight, where Batman had shadowed Penguin's goons from above to track down their hideout. Back then, he'd only had a grappling hook and glider to stay hidden. Now, with a full flight system, keeping a tail on the car felt effortless.

The car finally started to move, and Batman kept pace, gliding silently through the shadows. It led them to an underground parking garage below a large building. Batman landed on the roof of the building, scanning the area with thermal imaging.

From the layout, it looked like a nightclub. Inside, people filled the space—some dancing, some drinking, others lounging on plush sofas. But this wasn't any ordinary club.

Charlie noticed the number of armed guards, stationed at almost every entrance and exit, way beyond what a typical nightclub would require. This place is fortified, he thought, recalling Gotham's notorious Iceberg Lounge, run by Penguin. That club served as a front for the underworld, famous for its vaults, where crime lords stashed their fortunes. It was also a place Batman seemed to crash regularly.

Friday's voice crackled through the comms. "Identified six potential entry routes, sir. With Batman's skill set, I estimate there are at least three paths to reach the manager's office without alerting any guards."

"Great idea, but tonight we're going with a different approach," Charlie replied, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Let's try a new tactic."

He shifted control to Deadpool, who immediately leapt up, drawing his swords and grinning with anticipation.

"Aha! See? I knew you'd pick me!" Deadpool crowed. "Batman and Wonder Boy Deadpool, ready to rock!"

He struck a dramatic pose, clearly reveling in the moment. What he didn't realize was that Charlie's "new tactic" might not be exactly what he'd bargained for.

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