Like Deadpool in the DC Universe.-Chapter 28: Beast Boy enjoying

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As the Joker pranced along, waving his hands in the air like an orchestra conductor, Blade walked beside him with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly as if he were enjoying a sightseeing tour.

"You know, Blade?" the Joker said with his usual grin, "This world is just one big joke! No one takes life as seriously as I do! No one sees the beauty in chaos!"

Blade nodded slowly, then raised his hand as if in thought. "Alright, alright, I'm with you on the chaos part, but Batman? Man, that guy is an untapped comedy genius. Have you seen him trying to make sense of my decisions? It's like watching a kid trying to put together a Lego set with a missing piece!"

The Joker burst into laughter, clapping his hands. "Ha! Exactly! And the best part? He never gives up! Just like that one stubborn stain that won't come off your clothes no matter how much you wash it!"

Blade pointed at him. "Wait, wait—are you saying I'm that stain? Because, I mean, I literally don't die, and you just described me like a tomato sauce stain on a fancy suit."

The Joker laughed loudly, then placed a hand over his heart. "Oh my God, that's the best thing I've heard all day!"

Blade smirked, placing a hand on the Joker's shoulder. "You know? I thought I was gonna hate you. But it turns out you actually make some good points. I mean, you're mentally insane, I'm emotionally unstable—both start with 'M'! We're like twins in the action world!"

The Joker raised an eyebrow. "Oh, dear Blade, but I don't see a clown mask on your face."

Blade gestured to his face. "And I don't see a handsome face on yours, so I guess that makes us even."

The Joker laughed again, wiping away an imaginary tear. "Man, you are so much fun! But back to business—what do you really want with the Kryptonite? Don't tell me you're redecorating your room?"

Blade shrugged. "Oh, don't worry about it. Just a little side hobby... kind of like stamp collecting. But, you know... way more dangerous."

Blade smirked sideways and placed his hands behind his head, leaning against the wall as if he were on a casual stroll. "Oh, take your time, dear clown. No one rushes when it comes to things that can ruin Superman's day. But... just don't make me look for you. I'm not the type to send polite reminder messages... because you'll be dead."

The Joker laughed again, pointing a finger at him as if playfully threatening him. "Oh, don't worry, my new friend, you'll have your Kryptonite before Batman can say, 'I'm prepared!'"

Blade raised an eyebrow, smirking. "That depends. Are we talking about regular Batman speed? Because I swear, that guy takes forever to decide anything!"

The Joker exploded into laughter, slapping Blade on the shoulder. "You know? You might be the first person in this world who actually gets me!"

Blade smirked as he turned to leave, then glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, but remember—this doesn't make us friends... just business associates. Like that one coworker who steals my coffee every day, but is occasionally useful, so I put up with him."

The Joker shook his head, still laughing as he waved at Blade, who disappeared into the darkness. "Alright, Blade, I'll be in touch... don't go and die before that!"

Blade vanished into the shadows, leaving the Joker laughing... but slowly, his laughter faded into a low, guttural growl. His clenched fist trembled, and his ever-present grin twitched into something else—something uglier.

Then, in a low, venomous voice, he muttered, "Oh, Blade... you think you can mock me? You think we're the same?"

He took slow steps toward an abandoned wall and struck it with his fist, leaving a slight mark on the cracked paint.

"No one mocks me. No one belittles me... And most importantly, no one plays with me and then just walks away. You'll learn that the hard way."

Then, he took a deep breath and smiled again, but this time, his smile was filled with pure madness.

"Alright then, let's get him his gift... and after that, let's see how much he laughs when I turn his life upside down!"

He laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the alleys until it finally faded into the darkness of the night.

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A few days later

It was a quiet morning at the Titans' headquarters—until Beast Boy shattered the silence, running through the hallways, carrying a medium-sized box in his hands and shouting:

"Blade! You got a package! Man, I didn't know you ordered stuff online!"

Blade stepped out of his room, yawning slightly. He was wearing sweatpants and a black T-shirt, with no mask on, his eyes half-asleep as he looked at Beast Boy.

"Huh? A package? I didn't order anything... Unless I've been sleep-shopping, which would be a new achievement for me!"

He turned the box in his hands and noticed the sender's name written on it:

"Sender: Joe"

His eyebrow slowly raised as if trying to recall who "Joe" was, but the name didn't seem familiar.

Beast Boy, leaning against the wall, gave him a suspicious look and said:

"Wait a second... Do you have friends we don't know about?! I mean... aside from the weird people you like messing with?"

Blade spun the box in his hands again, then smirked at Beast Boy and said:

"Oh, of course! It's my dear friend with the smiley face—Joe... Joker!"

Beast Boy took a step back, his face filled with shock.

"Whaaaat?! The Joker sent you a package?! Are you insane?! Don't open that thing! It could be a bomb! Or worse—it could be a haunted clown doll that sings children's songs in a creepy voice!"

But Blade wasn't listening. He was too busy examining the box carefully as his mind started piecing things together... The Joker, Kryptonite, the deal he made with him...

"Well... this could be interesting."

Without hesitation, he began opening the box while Beast Boy shouted behind him:

"Dude, at least wear gloves or something! We don't wanna have to sweep up your remains with a broom again!"

As Blade slowly opened the box, he was extremely cautious, checking every corner—until he spotted something he wasn't expecting—

A wire connected to explosives that had just started counting down!

"Get on my back before I change my mind and let you carry the bomb yourself!"

Blade quickly jumped onto the giant eagle's back, holding the box carefully, then dramatically pointed toward the horizon and declared:

"To the far beyond, where no one can hear the explosion... or our screams if something goes wrong!"

As Beast Boy took off, Blade felt the wind hitting his face and yelled:

"Yaaah! This feels like a fantasy movie! A giant eagle, a dark knight carrying a bomb... all we're missing is some epic orchestral music in the background!"

Beast Boy, flying at high speed, shouted back:

"Blade, just hold on tight and don't fall off me! This isn't a video game!"

As they soared over Gotham, Blade scanned for a remote area with no people. Eventually, they spotted an abandoned site outside the city. Blade pointed at it and said:

"There! That place looks perfect for a little explosion party!"

Beast Boy swooped down fast, landing with a heavy thud, sending dust flying everywhere. Blade quickly jumped off his back, cautiously setting the box down and stepping away.

"Alright, now we leave it here... and run like there's a demon chasing us!"

Beast Boy eyed the box hesitantly.

"Are you sure this won't kill us?"

Blade, slowly backing away:

"Seventy percent sure... okay, maybe sixty. No, let's be honest... fifty."

Beast Boy stared at him in shock.

"Oh, fantastic! A fifty percent chance of survival, what an amazing feeling!"

The two of them sprinted as fast as they could, diving behind a large rock. As they crouched in cover, Blade glanced at Beast Boy and said:

"Alright, now for the big moment... Three... Two... O—"

BOOOOM!!!

The ground shook beneath them as a massive cloud of smoke and debris shot into the sky, obliterating the entire abandoned area.

Blade stepped out from behind the rock, dusting off his clothes, and said with a smirk:

"Well, I guess Joker won't be sending me birthday gifts again."

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Beast Boy, staring at the destruction:

"Oh, really?! You mean that wasn't a friendly bomb?! Who would've thought?!"

Blade laughed and said,

"The important thing is, we didn't die. I'd say that's an achievement worth celebrating!"

Beast Boy looked at him, let out a sigh, and said,

"You're crazy, Blade... but honestly, I think I'm starting to enjoy this craziness!"

Blade stood up, dusting himself off after the explosion, then scanned the debris with sharp eyes. Amidst the wreckage, a faint green glow shimmered under scattered metal pieces. He slowly smiled as he stepped toward the source, then crouched down and picked up a piece of green Kryptonite between his fingers, lifting it up to examine it closely.

"Oh, well, well, well... Joker wasn't joking after all."

Beast Boy approached him, staring at the glowing rock cautiously.

"Wait a second... is that...?"

Blade, flipping the Kryptonite in his hand with a confident grin,

"Exactly as requested—green, clean, and straight from our favorite evil factory!"

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow.

"Why in the world do you even want that thing?! Don't tell me you're planning to fight Superman!"

Blade, dramatically slipping the Kryptonite into his inner pocket,

"My green friend, the answer to your question... you'll find out very soon... very soon."

Beast Boy eyed him suspiciously.

"Why did you say that like a villain in a movie?"

Blade placed a hand on Beast Boy's shoulder and whispered,

"Because I love drama. Now, let's head back to base before someone accuses us of environmental terrorism."

Beast Boy shifted back into a dragon, and Blade hopped onto his back. They soared into the sky, heading toward the Titans' base.

As they flew, Beast Boy glanced at Blade and asked,

"You're not gonna use it for something crazy, right?"

Blade, smirking mysteriously,

"That depends on your definition of 'crazy,' Beasty."

Beast Boy sighed.

"Man, I feel like I'm gonna regret helping you with this."

Blade laughed out loud as they continued flying back to the base, with the piece of green Kryptonite safely hidden in his pocket, ready for his next plan.

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