Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
The forty-round magazine had been emptied, and the M16's barrel radiated the heat of sustained gunfire.
Jason, gripping the assault rifle, stared in shock at the man ahead of him, whose body had been riddled with holes like a sieve.
Behind him, Alexis covered her mouth with one hand, not because the sight was too horrifying or bloody enough to make her sick.
She just wanted to laugh—burst out laughing, even. The urge made her especially conflicted; laughing in a situation where she should not laugh—
Would make people see her as strange. Just as that female teacher she had only met once had said, she had to learn to hide herself so she would not be rejected.
Across from them, Wade Winston Wilson had not yet recovered from the shock. Drawing his blade and slashing had merely been a bodily reflex.
But... clearly, his reflexes had been more than a little slow. The dense bullet holes covering his body made that obvious.
But that was not important!
Wade turned again to look at the Batarang embedded in the target, and a shocked expression returned to his face.
Wade Wilson had another famous codename:
"Deadpool!"
Well, it was not actually famous. But he should not have been here. If the Time Watch on his wrist could talk—
It could probably explain Deadpool's journey across universes... or rather, across film sets, since he belonged to the Marvel studio next door.
"Oh, Knight in the Darkness, if I'm not mistaken, then I should be in... Gotham. Great!"
Wade nodded approvingly and quickly raised his wrist, adjusting the Time Watch.
Come on, he was not crazy enough to meet Batman. Though he did have a distant relative in this world.
Still, visiting relatives could wait.
"See you! Bye-bye!"
Wade smugly swayed his