"Hey! Matching outfits!"
"I was justa ‘bout to say tha same thing! Matching gigantic weapons, too. WE must have tha same stylist!"
"Lemme guess,you have psychotic breaks too? Or is…
"Heh, so you nevah die? Wanna test that out? Could be fun!"
"Oh baby, do your worst. Please!"
"I gotta warn ya though, I'm like a first class torturer, if that's a thing. So be prepared, big guy!"
Harley circled around Deadpool with her giant mallet and contemplated whether he was telling the truth about his healing powers or not. She didn't want to mess him up too bad, he was pretty cute. But she swung her mallet as hard as she could into his face anyways, just to see what would happen.
"I can take it babe cakes." He laughed.
The second the mallet hit his face though, it felt like a freight train. But the pain only lasted for a few moments.
"Damn ,you have a mad swing." His nose was broken and bleeding and his lips were blueing. Within a few seconds though it was all clearing up. He placed his fingers on his nose and cracked it back into place.
