"Lex said you had something he wanted."
Deathstroke did not explain who Deadpool was. Instead, he coldly held out a hand to the Joker, who had successfully escaped from prison.
"Oh~ it was indeed included in the series of transactions between dear little Lex and me!"
The Joker stuffed his fingernails into his mouth and chewed them one after another, his teeth chattering, whether from cold or on purpose. Curled into a ball inside the kayak, he squirmed around for a while before looking up at Deathstroke in surprise.
"Of course I don't have it on me! You don't think Batman would let me bring anything suspicious into my cell when he locked me up, do you?!"
"Don't look at me like that. Even my ass is clean enough to store purified water now! Get me ashore first, and I'll take you to it. I've kept that stuff somewhere very safe!"
Deathstroke withdrew his hand and stared at the Joker for a moment. Then he picked up a wooden paddle, and he and Deadpool paddled on opposite sides, steering toward shore.
Along the way, the Joker expressed considerable interest in Deadpool. This man, whose outfit closely resembled Deathstroke's, seemed to possess some quality that the Joker found deeply appealing.
But Deathstroke had somehow trained the normally talkative Deadpool to keep his mouth shut. No matter how long the Joker teased him, he could not get any meaningful response.
Once ashore, the Joker led Deathstroke and Deadpool in circles around the outskirts of Gotham City, looking as though he was genuinely searching for some marker.
Deathstroke was no ordinary man, however, and he soon realized the Joker was leading them along the same routes repeatedly.
A blade came to rest against the Joker's neck, and the murderous aura surrounding Deathstroke slowly