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[b]Several Weeks Ago…[/b][/center]

The Kingpin was livid. 

For the past two years he had seen his entire operation flip and it was all heading downhill faster than the Kryptonian Invasion was put down; all at the hands of some costumed vigilantes that in their first year had been perceived as propaganda spread by the law enforcement agencies to bring a little terror into the heart of the criminal. But just as Gotham’s crime had survived the Bat, New York would survive this. So he did as anybody would with money and power: he called out an order—a hit on the street level superheroes who were getting in his way.

He wanted Power Man, Daredevil, Iron Fist, Black Canary, and Deadpool out of the way—and he wanted it done with efficient brutality.

They would regret crossing him.

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[center][b]Present Day[/b][/center]

“The Kingpin sends his regards.” 

[i]BANG! [/i]

Ow! That kinda hurt! Now, don’t get me wrong—I’ve been shot before… actually I’ve been shot a lot recently ever since I decided to be a wee-bit more proactive with my brand of superheroing. I must be doing something extremely bad or extremely good here to get shot with this kind of mobster movie quote being shot at me. Hah, shot – I just caught that.

[b]“I think you missed…. ish.”[/b]

 Whoever this Kingpin guy is—he sure didn’t send anybody that was like competent, I mean yeah he shot me… but he didn’t even aim for the head! Who shoots the amazingly inkillable Deadpool in the torso? I mean sure, he went for the surprise attack and I was way too busy watching a cat run around to hear his devious sneaky-sneaky bang-bang. 

[i]BANG! [/i]

At least he’s thorough.

[i]BANG! BANG![/i]

I guess I should start dodging or something, huh? Yep, I guess I’ll do that. It’s not like it’s even hard or anything either since well this guy isn’t a superhero assassin type—do they have those types yet—if not, I totally call dibsies on copyright royalties when that becomes a thing. 

[b]“So, you shoot the guy who shrugs off bullets like he’s Arnold Schwarzenegger and don’t even crap yourself a little? Man, can I have some of the drugs you’re on? I promise not to hurt you too bad!”[/b]

Dodging this guy isn’t particularly difficult either, so it’s not like I’m fighting somebody worth their own reality show or anything here. Which reminds me, I totally need to get my own reality show!, it’ll be fun and I’ll put people through trials and stuff! Like a video game! – that sounds eerily familiar though. Nah, that’s probably just the ghost cancer talking.

“Die, already!”

[i]BANG![/i]

[b]“Oh c’mon buddy, be a pal!”[/b]
 
At this point he totally isn’t being a pal and he’s like wasted… so many bullets! I can’t even count the bullets he has used! Probably because I don’t remember anything past a year ago, but hey I ain’t complaining! Take that fundamental mathematics! Though there is a thing I remember for the most part—how to make grown men cry with only a finger and a toothpick! I don’t exactly remember why I have a toothpick… 

[b]“Bam! Right in the squishy parts!”[/b]

He’s screaming.

Probably because I just shoved a toothpick in his eye; I guess it’s not really an advanced technique but hey, I had a toothpick. 

[b]“Hey, can you stop screaming—you’re kind of annoying being all ‘waaaah aaaaah my eye’. Please?”[/b]

I narrow my eyes; this guy is rude as hell! I said please!

[b]“That’s it!”[/b]

[i]BANG![/i]

That’s what rude people deserve—being shot, by me.

Though, this whole trying to kill me thing… while ineffective is a bit curious.

[b]“It looks like I’ve got a mystery to solve.”[/b]