[ WP ] The walls are down between the Marvel and DC Universes . Of all the bars , in all the towns , in all the world , the Joker and Deadpool meet for the first time in yours .

I've seen some pretty weird people come into my bar, but nothing like this. A guy walks in wearing a red spandex suit. He's got some swords on his back-no, wait, the swords are IN his back. Despite the horrible pain that anyone with a dozen swords sticking out of their spine should feel, the guy walks in, sits down, and orders a chimichanga. 
 
 `` This is n't a Mexican restaurant'', I tell him. He points a gun at me. I grab one out of my brother's lunch and give it to him. Then he orders beer. Lots of beer. Enough to fill a swimming pool, and not one of the kiddie pools. I hand him a few bottles. Then, I hear another guy outside. Only problem is, I know this guy. Well, I've seen him before, nobody knows him. The guy is the Joker, self-proclaimed clown prince of crime. And he looks mad. Well, he's mad, as in crazy, but this time he's pissed. Looks like Batman's been kicking his ass again. The red-clad moron pisses him off by making clown jokes. The Joker offers him a handshake. I cover my eyes, I know what happens next. Thousands of volts of electricity run through the other guy's body. Then his body erupts into flames. The still-burning nut job walks over to me and asks for water. 
 
 `` How are you still alive? ``, I ask, handing him a bottle. He pours it over himself, putting out the flames. The Joker tries many more forms of murder on him. He survives every one of them. 
 
 `` Who the hell are you? ``, the psycho clown asked. 
 
 `` Me llamo Piscina de la muerta'', the guy, who is apparently named Deadpool, says, drinking a bottle of whiskey. The Joker resorts to normal forms of murder for once, pumping him full of lead with a shotgun. 
 
 `` Oww... what was I talking about? ``, Deadpool said, `` So, I'm Deadpool, wan na see how many bottles of beer I can drink before my liver fails?'' 
 
 `` No! Stay the hell away from me! ``, the Joker says, running outside. Deadpool follows him, talking nonstop. He chases him around Gotham. When I see the Joker again, he's back in my bar. He walks right past me, heading up to the roof. I follow him there, holding a gun in case he tries to kill me. Deadpool is still following him. The Joker stands on the edge of the roof, wraps explosives around himself, and slips on his killer joy buzzer. 
 
 `` Do n't do it! ``, Deadpool says excitedly, `` you have so much to live for!'' 
 
 The Joker stabs Deadpool in the crotch, then turns and jumps off the roof. He hits the ground with a thud. 
 
 `` Who's the funniest costumed creep now? ``, Deadpool says, `` I could use another chimichanga''. Then he jumps off as well. He lands on a pickup truck, which takes him out of the city. As soon as possible, I pack up my things and decide to move to another city. Metropolis seems nice. Or maybe New York City.
