A Dark Night Out on the Town (Deadpool/Catwoman)

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

8:00 was the time right? Was he out of his mind about that? No, that was the time. He'd been flirting with her and out of nowhere asked if she wanted to go out for a drink and a robbery sometime. Mostly, he was interested on the money he'd get from the theft. And the sex.

We should start from the beginning. Why was he talking to her again? Oh yeah, Starky had had some sort of press conference gala and he'd been trying to run bouncer when this pretty little lady wearing a dress cut in a V, a visceral 'V' that verified her vivacious... versimilitude, anyway, he learned through some whisperings that she was a cat burglar. Of sorts. She'd been in the other universe before, but now they were the same, which was pretty cool. Anyway, to the point, he'd met up with her later that night and had complimented her eyes. They talked about why she wasn't, er, working that night--she admired Starsky--and the whole flirting thing kinda... popped out. Oh. It was 8:00.

Was she walking out now? He glanced at the door to her apartment. Maybe he should buzz that he's there. But oh really would she even answer? Girls kept running from him, all his life... Mistress Death, oh her sweet, sweet embrace had calmed him, and also her huge tits had made nice pillows--anyway--Copycat, his first real relationship... And even though she stuck with him, and then they fought and got back together constantly, it had ended so poorly... she died in his arms. This was getting depressing. There was also Romanova, who he made out with, and declared his love to, and.... then his head got chopped off, but she screwed it back on... eh, not really much of a relationship, but pretty kind. Now this woman, she was something. Something damn sexy in that tiny dress she'd been wearing when first he saw her--long, muscular legs that you could imagine wrapped around you, extending to the ground atop high heels, legs that seemed to stretch on forever.

Oh, damn. Had he remembered to shower? Oh yeah, haha, he had. Felt goooood. Washed his suit, too. Sprayed some nice cologne on.

His skin hadn't been going through a scarring cycle lately. It was relatively normal, though still appalling. His face... well, it looked the same as always. Pretty bad. So he'd kept his suit on. Maybe she'd wear hers? It was... uh... supposedly pretty nice. Over his suit, though, he wore another suit, a casual three-piece suit that looked damn nice, now that he thought about it... nice shoes and a nice hat. It'd hopefully help him convince her that he was attractive.

...Sigh.

So he decided to get out of his nice black-and-red Alfa Romeo Spider, go up to her door, and press the little button that signified her room. "Hey hey, uh, it's Wade. Deadpool. That sexy man you totally are dating. Can I come on up?"

[catwoman]

It had all started at that press conference gala of Tony Stark's. She'd been there to get his attention, move in close. But Selina's efforts fell to waste that time. There seemed to be a constant mass of women and press surrounding Stark, and she hadn't been able to move in close. Had she given up? Of course not. Quite the opposite. She was even more determined now. But that would have to wait until another time.

Her afternoon had not been entirely unfruitful however. While at the party, she had been approached by someone else. Now, if asked to tell the truth, Selina had had no interest in him whatsoever at the beginning. No much to look at, and quite a boring flirt. Complimenting her eyes? It was so.... gentlemanly. And she didn't really do gentlemanly. But it seemed like he had heard of her other job from someone somewhere. That was a bit suspicious, seeing as how she was in disguise, but she let it slide once she learned that he too was interested in the finer things in life. And stealing to get them.

And that's how she found herself answering her apartment intercom at 8:00, no longer wearing a wig or contacts or disguise of any kind. She was dressed in another tight black dress, accentuating every angle and curve perfectly. Underneath but hidden from sight, in case this date took a more interesting turn, was her catsuit, her whip stored securely in her hand purse.

Selina smiled as she pressed the button to reply. "Come on up Wade. Just have to finish a few things and we can go."

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

He had taken his shot that morning, and he really didn't need to don the suit. But that didn't cross his mind yet.

Her voice was so hot, so seductive, even filtered through the gold plated speaker. He listened to it out on the cold dark street, having left his car in one of the parking places nearby. He gave a hobo a few dollars to watch hs car, assuring that the debt would be repayed in other ways.

Anyway, on the elevator ride up this guy was freaking out. He was on an elevator with the famous deadpool. Good reason to be scared. But wade started thinking, maybe he should not wear the suit. So after Mr twitchy got off, he took of the suit, stripping down to just his nice three piece. And his short brow hair needed some teasing to recover from the suit, but after that was done, he looked damn attractive.

He finally got to her door, and he knocked on it to let her know he was there. When she answered, he would smile and come in, ignoring the cats, and perhaps give her some insurance... An insurance that their night was to be filled with romance, in the form of a kiss. Or perhaps more.. Hell, he'd take her right there and skip the drinks if she would let him.

But they had places to be and people to rob.