The Adeventures of DeadPool (and Young Justice)

"I was wrong," Owlman finally said, his voice low and venomous, each word laced with an icy resolve. "You don't even remember me. The way you laughed when you killed them. The way you enjoyed it."

The tension in the room crackled like static electricity as Owlman loomed over Wade, his shadow engulfing the battered mercenary. The air was heavy, cold, oppressive. For a long moment, Owlman said nothing, his mask hiding whatever emotions churned beneath. Wade coughed, breaking the silence, his tone still light but tinged with an edge of desperation.

"Y'know, you've got this whole broody Batman thing down, but I gotta say—you know what you lack?women!"

Owlman finally moved, tilting his head slightly, his voice low and cutting, like a blade slicing through the stillness. "Have you ever heard of locked-in syndrome?"

Wade blinked, the grin slipping from his face. "Locked what now? Sounds like one of those science-y terms...sorry man,i swore to only hear it from doctor house~"

Owlman continued as though Wade hadn't spoken, his tone distant, almost clinical. "When you killed me, they didn't revive me... not entirely. No, they left me trapped—in my mind. My body, broken and immobile. My thoughts, screaming in a prison of silence. For what felt like an eternity." He leaned closer, his masked face mere inches from Wade's bloodied one. "That... is a fate worse than death."

Wade's usual snark faltered, his expression unreadable for a brief moment. "Wow... that's... uh, heavy. Real therapy-grade trauma right there."

Owlman ignored him, stepping back and producing a slim, metallic device from his belt—a pen-like stick. He held it aloft, his gloved finger hovering over a hidden button.

"This place," Owlman said, his voice calm but filled with finality, "will collapse into the earth. No one will find the remains. Not yours. Not mine."

Wade's eyes widened, the gravity of the situation sinking in fast. "Wait, wait, wait—hold up, buddy! Let's not go all doom and gloom here!" He struggled against his restraints, his voice frantic yet still tinged with his trademark gallows humor. "You don't have to do this! Listen to me—"

Owlman paused, his hand steady.

Wade seized the moment, his tone shifting, a rare sincerity creeping into his voice. "Look, I'm... I'm sorry, okay? For whatever I did. For your family. For ruining your life. But this... you don't have to end it like this. You can have another life. Another family." His voice cracked, uncharacteristically raw. "I don't know how, but in this fake world, there's gotta be a way. I... I'll help you. We'll figure it out. Just don't throw it all away."

For the first time, Owlman smiled. and his gaze dropped to the photograph clutched in his other hand. The image was old, faded, but the love and warmth it captured still shone through. A happy family. A life stolen.

Owlman's voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, his grip tightening on the picture. "It doesn't matter."

With that, he pressed the button.

The ground beneath them shuddered violently, the walls groaning as the structure began to collapse. Debris rained down in choking clouds of dust, the sound deafening as the earth consumed the hidden lair.

Wade shouted over the chaos, "this is cool but fuuuck! Don't do this! I am still virgin , damn it!"

Owlman remained silent, rooted amidst the devastation, his eyes locked on the photograph as if it were his sole connection to reality. His last words were barely a whisper, drowned out by the chaos surrounding him.

"It doesn't matter."

The ceiling fall down, and the place was swallowed by darkness.

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