Mask to Mask

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

((Mm... January 10th, nighttime sound good? Closed to Deadpool and Bane.))

Wade Wilson had been bored. Completely, utterly, undoubtedly bored. He wasn't making as much money as he would like in New York, so when he stumbled upon a rumor that he'd have far better luck in Gotham, he went there in a heartbeat. Apparently, even less people took kindly to his outfit. If he didn't look so... horrifying under that mask, he would love to walk around looking like a normal person. But no. Instead of looking like 2010's sexiest man alive of the year, he had to be scarred forever. That was just great. Maybe he could have found some other way to cover up his mutated body, but Deadpool was far too lazy to do something like that.

So he dealt with the stares and waited until nightfall came around. He also flipped a few people off, not to mention fail in flirting with a handful of women, but otherwise he handled the stares quite well. A bit surprising, considering his personality. He had been wandering the streets of Gotham until he stumbled onto the Narrows. Wasn't that the place the rumor said he needed to go to?

"So... is this the place I'm supposed to meet up with someone and get a job or something? I could seriously be sitting at home with a snuggie, some popcorn, and a movie at home. Or at a theater I guess, I mean, that one gangster movie is out. I think... Doesn't matter to me," Deadpool spoke to himself, contemplating if it were a good idea or not to stick around the Narrows. Was he scared? Not really. He just wanted to do something. And what was he the best at?

Man, I'm one of the best at socializing, I could talk for hours! Oh. Right. That's a lie. I'm one of the best mercenaries around these parts.

[Bane]

Wade was in the right place alright. But unfortunately, Bane wasn't out in the open today. Last time he'd been out and about to do some business himself, commanding the men around it was necessary, but had drawn in attention. Way too much attention for Bane's taste. He wanted rumors to entwine the roots of Gotham's great city, climb the buildings and rain down on them in their horror.

He had returned.

And so far, the job had been carried out quite nicely. But if Bane was to be accepting new recruitment's, there would have to be his men patrolling the Narrows. Not only to further stabilize the idea that he had claimed this area.

A man, perhaps not fully aware of who Wade Wilson was, was there before he had finished his sentence.

"Who do you look for?" he asked. Now, in some light it became evident that this was no full man. He was still rather young, and nurturing the beginnings of a beard. It also became evident, that he was holding a fine machine gun, held close, with a strap around his neck holding ammunition. He was timid, but seemed to hold confidence that the masked man before him would at the very least know he was involved with Bane.

He certainly looked the part of a mercenary. Anxious, and young, and set out to patrol, but a mercenary no less.

((Just gonna.. throw a meaningless little... guy in there to bring Wade to Bane...Everyone okay with this..? Yes...? Yes.))

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Deadpool was rather distracted from his monologuing when a young man had approached him. Had he not been wearing a full mask, it probably would have been obvious he raised a brow at the other, younger male. Eyes gazed down upon the machine gun without an ounce of fear in his body. He wasn't going to be scared easily by that. After all, he had been in far hairier situations. He'd been decapitated and lived through it. Wade was certain that he could withstand a few bullets. He looked back at the man. Though Mr. Wilson may not have been an entirely sane individual, he was an expert mercenary and assassin. He could tell who were the rookies and who were the masters in the blink of an eye when it came to merc work. This young man was clearly a newbie.

"Oh, who am I looking for? That's a great question actually, Rookie," Deadpool verbally responded at long last. "I'm looking for a guy, his name is... Bean? No, that's not it. Bone? Warmer, but still no cigar." The Merc with a Mouth struggled to remember a name, until he finally remembered it. He snapped his fingers once he had it. "Got it! The dude's name is Bane. Ever heard of him? I caught a rumor that this would be the place to find him and maybe he could use a guy like me."

Deadpool crossed his arms against his chest, awaiting a reply from the younger man. Hopefully he wouldn't try something stupid around Deadpool. Though, Wade highly doubted that. Not too many people were dumb enough to go assaulting a guy who was covered in weapons.

[Bane]

The young man cleared his throat, apparently satisfied in that he had successfully engaged in conversation with the mercenary before him, who was in truth, considerably taller than he was. He nodded, fidgeting with the way the gun sat in his hand.

"Yeh tha's him alright." he admitted, brushing aside the fact that he didn't fully grasp the name the first few times. But the kid was too uncertain to bring that up. Deciding that Wade didn't look like a police officer, or like any real 'hero' he seemed to deem taking him to Bane was a sufficient idea.

"A'right..." he turned on his heel, "Bane's gon' be this way then. Don' try anything now. When you're there- there's no way out if ya' gon' make a scene..." he warned. Though sincerely sounded like he was warning Wade, as opposed to threatening him.

The young man jumped down from a ledge, landing on the train tracks which were supposedly out of use, but still looked mighty capable.

"This way." he called without looking back, and they would begin their walk, following the tracks.

((Okay next post Bane! Promise! XDD))

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Huh. That was quicker than Deadpool expected. He figured the guy would want to talk to him a bit more about his intentions. Then again, it wasn't uncommon to avoid having a chat with Wade. It wasn't too much of a challenge to guess why. Deadpool wasn't going to complain, though. He wanted to go meet the head honcho, work out some sort deal, and then what? Probably curl up with a snuggie and popcorn. That, or deal with some sort of job he might be assigned.

"Me? Make a scene? Pfft, I wouldn't worry about that. I'm too amazing to be making a scene," Deadpool responded with a chuckle, following the younger man along the tracks. Huh. Gotham is a lot darker then the NYC. New York looks a lot happier, Wade thought to himself as he followed the young mercenary. It took a lot out of him not to act like a young child and balance on the rails, but he managed to seem professional. For the time being anyway. It wouldn't be a stretch to see his behavior go from professional to childish in moments.

Hey! You should stop writing smack about me. I'm trying to be an awesome, professional mercenary right now, and you're not helping much, author!

The masked mercenary kept his gaze on the ground, entertaining himself by watching the rails pass by with every step he took. What was this Bane guy like anyway? As far as Wade was aware of, this guy also had a mask. That was about all he really knew about him. Wade could only hope he wouldn't get pummeled by him.

[Bane]

"Jus' warning ya." the guy shrugged at some point before adding, "Never know if there's a cop or ahh..." he glanced over his shoulder to eye Deadpool uncertainly, "Superhero... tryin'a get in an cause a ruckus. I could get terminated fer bringin' that in... But I'll sure as heck be alive tah see you go first if ya are..." he explained.

For the rest of the duration of their walk, the young man was silenced, maybe convinced that it added to some sort of aura of secrecy or something. Or perhaps he was just too intimidated by the fool.

Eventually they followed the tracks until they lead into a large building, run down with broken windows and tattered boards. It looked questionable, and entirely dead. But the sign of life could be seen looking skyward to the roof. Somewhere, a fire was lit in the building, leaving a smoke trail from possibly a broken skylight.

They passed security at the door, two large beefy men, much impressive than the first boy that Deadpool had met. They scrutinized the boy and his... company, but let him pass. Inside the building, was a whole operation. Mercenaries, working away at different things, some training, some fiddling with their machine guns, perhaps enhancing them with different modifications by the looks of it. At the back of the train station, was a set of stairs on either side, leading up to a balcony, directly in the middle.

The boy led Deadpool up the steps, to find a massive hulking man with his back to them. Heavy breathing could be heard, but it was also quite noticeable that he wasn't wearing a shirt. But the most distracting feature, was a gruesome set of scars, running down the base of his spine. He stopped whatever he had been doing with a few tapped in wired to a computer, when notified by a grunt of a nameless mercenary standing to the side that someone had arrived.

Standing to his full height, the massive man turned around to fully portray and unveil the mystery that was his face. Intense eyes, as he examined the pair of them, his mask vibrating as he emitted a noise of interest.

"Why are you here." he asked, his voice sounding strained as it transferred through the mechanism on his face. The boy cleared his throat, but seemed unable to find his voice, so instead stepped to the side, giving space for Deadpool to introduce himself.

God help him.

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Hero? Deadpool? More like anti-hero. Or anti-villain. Or both, or neither. Wade's morality was a very complex and questionable one that perhaps not even he was sure of. Surprisingly, he had kept his mouth shut for the rest of the journey. Even when he wanted to desperately take a closer look at the weapons, he decided against asking to look at them. No toys for Deadpool to play with. He could play with his own weapons later. At least, if he made it out of this place alive. Considering his miraculous healing factor, that wasn't too unlikely if he got out alive. Unless someone had a creative death trick up their sleeve. Then he might actually get himself into hot water.

As he walked up the steps, he could hear some deep, odd breathing. Huh. Weird. Maybe someone had serious asthma and naturally sounded like that? Or perhaps Darth Vader was the true ring leader? Deadpool wouldn't mind working for Darth Vader. However, his fantasy of working alongside Darth Vader was crushed in moments when he instead looked upon a hulking beast of a man. Shirtless to top it all off. Wade wasn't entirely sure what to make of him. He'd seen some pretty terrifying people, but Wade wasn't one to be scared easily. He stood up straight and tall, arms folded against his torso once more.

"Hey, you look like a guy who works out. Keep pumping iron and eating fiber to keep that figure!" Deadpool said, not making an entirely professional introduction. "Oh, right, why am I here? Well, you know, New York hasn't been treating me kindly lately, so I picked up on a rumor about some sort of mercenary gang up in here. Thought it might be my kind of thing. By the way, love the mask! You get it from eBay or something?"

Wade was making a fine name for himself around here already.

[Bane]

Bane didn't respond, his hands by his side. He hardly responded to the less intelligent chatter that Wade was spilling profusely from his hidden mouth. His eyes searched the other masked man, with little mercy for kindness, and still he didn't respond. Instead, he began closing the gap between him and the suited mercenary, slowly pacing a circle around him, an pulse and heavy thunk, as his boots hit the ground.

Despite Wade drawing up to his full height and crossing his arms, Bane still towered over him, as he did many. He'd done one circle, examining the man before he stopped just before him, looking down, his breath muffled by the mask.

"Your name." he ordered curtly. His voice was again as a strained reverberation, a radiating power from the way he leaned back, neck arched forward. Every movement made was a stride of strength and purpose. This mercenary before him was a fool. But Bane could see an opportunity, a sign of worth like he could smell fear.

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Huh. No response to his idiotic comments. Humor was not his friend in this situation. Then again, when was it? The other male was taller than him, and it really stood out to Wade once Bane began circling around him. It was slow and agonizing, especially when the Merc with a Mouth had no words to spill at the time. He just stood there, perhaps awkwardly, until the other man stopped. He was a whole lot closer now, but Wilson didn't step farther away. No, he just stood there until he was asked for a name.

"Man, tough crowd," he muttered at first before speaking up louder to announce his identity. "Deadpool, at your service!" Wade briefly uncrossed his arms and bowed, quickly bringing himself back up to his full height. "Or if you don't like that name, people like to call me the Merc with a Mouth. Some people still bother to call me Wade, but I'd prefer one of the first two. Or the Crimson Comedian, that's a good one too. I've also been called one of the best assassins in the world if I could shut up. You know, nevermind, you can probably just call me Deadpool."

Deadpool put his hands on his hips now, deciding it might be a nice change from the usual arms across the chest. "And you would be Mr. Bane, correct? Or is that a bit too formal for you? I can be informal and drop the mister if you prefer."

[Bane]

The bulking figure's shoulders rose and fell with ever breathe he took, mask emitting off a deep thrumming hum. Eyes never left Deadpool's masked face, but Bane didn't comment on the mask itself. He hardly had cause to, in fact, it was the least of his concerns.

Towards the end of Deadpool's babbling, Bane's head began to bob in an approving nod. But the next words that left his mask, as he turned his head to address a beefy looking merc to the side perhaps wouldn't be the words that Wade would've like to have heard.

"Gas him." Bane ordered, his voice nearly melodic.

A set of men stepped forward with a metallic looking container, both of whom were wearing gas masks. One stabbed a knife into the side, and instantly, a fume of air began hissing from the hole. He quickly held it up, the gas pluming straight to the masked face of Deadpool.

Hallucinogenics; presumably left behind in Arkham Asylum and acquired by Bane. But he knew all too well what these gasses were. The massive man stepped away to provide some space, tilting his chin back, and when satisfied, the mercenaries with the gas cans also fled away from Deadpool.

"A fitting ceremony," his masked hissed, "If not a bit theatrical." he admitted.

(Hope this is okay...? Won't do any harm. lmao.)

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

((I believe it's okay. Quick question, but just because I'm slow and want to double-check. Would said gas be knocking him out, or just make him hallucinate? Because I can edit this post if needed.))

Alright. It was official. Deadpool really wished he stayed at home.

Wade had been awaiting some words of confirmation to his question, or perhaps even acknowledgment towards one of his other statements. Instead, he received a face full of hallucinogenic gases. A wonderful welcoming gift. Though, he probably had received worse. Like bullets he had to deflect in his days of being the far more attractive assassin Wade Wilson. His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to grasp just what happened to him. Had he been drugged? Deadpool couldn't quite tell what was going on at the moment, so... yes? Maybe? He couldn't tell.

"Hey, didn't... didn't they tell you guys to pass on grass? I feel all... whoosh. Light-headed. Free as a butterfly, light as a feather. These... aren't... great feelings."

[Bane]

((It's just gonna cause hallucinations. Could be a bit disorienting. Nothing else... xD))

"Hallucinogens." Bane's thrumming voice explained, cutting through the drunk feeling Wade no doubt was feeling right now. Bane turned his back on the mercenary, and added, "It will pass." in a less than comforting tone.

"This is your initiation, Mister Wade."

And just like that, Deadpool had been accepted into Bane's ranks. A peculiar contrast, to have such a comedic and fool hearty man so close to someone like Bane. This order was shrouded in darkness and secrecy, propelled and advertised by the rumors it was sweeping through the cities.

Bane would utilize Deadpool indefinitely. But would Wade's mouth be trusted with Bane's secrets? Likely not.

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

((M'kay, that's what I figured. Just double-checking. XD))

Wade Wilson wasn't sure what to feel at the moment. Light-headed, disoriented, those were words that could perfectly describe his situation. "It will pass? Hallucinogens? That word is really big," Deadpool murmurred, not entirely focused. He didn't even care much if he got called Wade at the moment. He was probably asking for it when he called the much bigger male Mister Bane. That's when it finally hit him. He had been told this was his initiation.

"Wait, so I'm accepted, right? Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? I don't have the body you do, so I might as well not be taking off any clothing. But... seriously, if I make it through this nauseating stage, do I pass some big test?" The Canadian merc was getting a bit wobbly, body shaking as he tried to keep balance. He'd battled some interesting foes before, but none quite like this drunken feeling.

Note to self; when you're given the option to follow a rumor, or sit in a snuggie- hey, I think I saw something fly by. Kinda reminded me of a unicorn. I think I found out why that gas is called a hallucinogen.

[Bane]

Bane disregarded Wade's words, his back still to the mercenary, and continued talking in confidence that he could in fact, hear him through the hallucinations.

"You were a test." Bane drawled, a deep hum following after these words. "These gasses came into my possession as a result of taking the Narrows. I had sent a party of my men to pass through into the Asylum, and they returned with Mr. Crane's... valuable hallucinogens." he explained, his voice rising and falling almost rhythmically.

"Once acquired, I was fairly certain what it was, but to be sure, I needed to see them in effect. You arrived at precisely the right time." there was almost a twisted amusement in his voice.

"We will wait until the effect wear off, and during this time I will attain a doctor to research your conditions." Bane promised, and without turning his body, he looked over his shoulder, "Then I will utilize you."

[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Deadpool managed to hear Bane's words, amazingly. The crimson clad merc wasn't all there at the time. Not a good sign at all. He could pick apart what the bigger male was saying, though it was rather difficult. It felt like a dreamlike state at the time, and his vision was cloudy at best. At worst, he saw odd figures that went unexplained. Words repeated themselves over and over again.

Caesar Flickerman, don't you dare pop up telling me about tracker-jackers' hallucinogenic venom, Wade thought, putting a hand on his head in hopes to relieve some of the odd feeling in his body. He stared at the other masked man, sure he was seeing doubles of him. "I really don't know if I should feel insulted or privileged to be the test dummy," Deadpool spoke up, eyes wandering around the area. Ew. That was the only word that could come to Wade's mind in order to describe his situation. He felt sick. How long was it going to take until this gas wore off?

"Um, so Mr. Mr. Bane, when is this gonna rub... that's not the right word, is it? When is this going to wear off? Any approximate times? Because I'd hate to start seeing pretty ladies everywhere that aren't even really real."