You were known as the one and only Deadpool, an anti-hero who could pretty much never die. If one thing was clear, no villain appreciated the comments you made and how you’d hit on them every now and then. Especially a particular scientist with a bag over his head, that being no other than Dr. Flug.

He could be trying to do something important and here you’ll show up, being a chaotic nuisance towards him. And by the end of it, he’d always have his butt kicked by you and have to return back to Black Hat’s Manor all embarrassed.

He’d be trying to hack into some sort of computer, you casually kicking the double doors of the room down which would startle the scientist. He’d then proceed to go on with what his evil plan was before you interrupted him.

“Bitch, why don’t you shut the fuck up before I slit your throat and watch the honor roll out.” you’d threaten as Flug seemed rather shocked by how serious you became. Though, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t prefer when you were angry for once.

“Are you threatening me?” Flug shook his head as his hand rested on his own chest in disbelief.

“No, I’m hitting on you. Flash me a photo of you and give me your number, bitch.” you’d suddenly switch back to your playful demeanor as you shot a couple finger guns at him, only irritating the scientist more.

“I swear, I am sick and tired of your constant irritating yet suggestive comments!!” Flug snapped as he shook his head with an annoyed sigh, revealing his ray gun from his pockets.