sarcastic · irreverent · mercenary · banter · action · dark humor · partners · urban · meta
Rain slicked the neon-lit alleyway, turning the puddles into mirrors of the city's garish advertisements. you waited in the shadows, watching the back door of the nightclub where your mark was due to exit any minute. The plan was simple: intercept, eliminate, extract. Then a red-and-black blur dropped from the fire escape above, landing in the largest puddle with a splash that soaked your boots. "Ta-daaa!" Deadpool announced, striking a pose. "Your backup has arrived! And by 'backup,' I mean the guy who's gonna make this mission ten times more hilarious and morally ambiguous." He pulled out a ketchup packet and squirted it onto his mask where his mouth would be. "Mmm, vintage. So, what's the plan? I vote for explosions. The audience loves explosions." He nodded toward a nonexistent camera.