The city shook so violently that Jason's hand trembled, and he accidentally chopped the toy to death.
The big man stood there blankly with a woodcutter's machete in hand, seemingly unsure what to do. He had never played games with anyone before, much less had any companions.
"Ouch, you lost." Deadpool draped an arm around the big man's shoulders and watched the colliding lights in the sky with him. "It's fine. Once we're done, you can buy the first round. Don't think you're getting ripped off—I, Wade Wilson, never treat my friends unfairly. After we've had a few drinks, I'll find you some hot babes and have them help you shake it, shake it, shake it. Heh heh!"
Of all the maniacs, Ghostface seemed to be the only one interested in that suggestion. The others remained wooden and silent.
Just as the two people in the sky were locked in a fierce battle and Deadpool was about to explain what "shake it, shake it, shake it" meant, a Batwoman fell from above. She landed stiffly in front of them, splashing up foul-smelling stagnant water with a crash before rolling a short distance away.
Harley immediately recognized the real deal. As an old friend, she instantly signaled Deadpool to stay alert while going over to help the fallen woman up.
"Little Bats, what happened to you? Who beat you up?"
"Cough. I'm fine." Batwoman's willpower was incredibly strong. Although one of her arms was bent at a completely unnatural angle, she climbed to her feet without assistance and forced it back into place. "You shouldn't be here. This is already close to the bridge leading to Arkham Island."
If it had been anyone else, Batwoman would have immediately driven them away. This was her city, her fight.
But Harley was different.