"Damn Damn!" The robber was running away. Or, at least, he thought he was. The Batmobile pulled up quickly in front of the alleyway, blocking his escape. Batman was fast on his trail.
       "Sh*t," he muttered. He knew he was trapped. There was nowhere he could run.
       "Give back the money, David," a deep, gruff-sounding voice said. It was him. The Batman. Batman threw a rope towards the robber and it wrapped around his knees. He fell over with an "Oof."
       "I think that money belongs to me, actually," said a more feminine voice. A single gunshot rang out in the night, zipping right past Batman's head. Batman looked at the robber, only to find his head exploded on the ground, blood gushing everywhere.
       "We talked about this, Deadpool. No killing unless it is absolutely necessary!" Batman yelled.
       "I know, but it's fun, Batsy! Who said I was on your side anyway?" Deadpool replied. "I think It's cute the way you want to save everybody," She winked, or at least Batman thought she did. She was wearing a mask so it was kind of hard to tell.
       "Isn't there some taco cart you could be robbing right now or something?" Batman said sarcastically.
       "Chimichangas, Captain Deadparents, you know that."
       "Hmm... Your sarcasm is absolutely unnecessary."
       Just then, Batman's Bat-Watch (patent pending) went off. He looked at it and sighed. Like he always does. Because he's depressed.
        "Alfred should be done preparing dinner soon. I have to leave. You're welcome to come if--" He started.
        "I'd love to!!! I hear Bruce Wayne's bed is outstandingly sensationally comfortable!" Deadpool shouted with glee.
        "Who'd you hear that one from?" Batman mused.
        "Oh, yeah! I always forget that Bruce is the one with the parents that are dead," Deadpool said. Just then she took Batman's Bat-Grappling-Gun-Hook (patent also pending) and shot it towards Wayne Manor.
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