Daredevil/Deadpool: City-Creeper {Fanfiction}

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated time-capsule 'claim' of a super-duo of masked Homeland-city vigilantes defending Earth-sportsmanship from the 'shadow' of a 'tattoo-artist' (Creeper).

A vigilante-fable featuring a cool matchup of Daredevil (Marvel Comics) and Deadpool (Marvel Comics) pitted against the 'nasty' horror-avatar Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). Thanks for reading (and Happy Holidays!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the referenced comics-company or horror-film franchise and is purely a 'personal' expression of creative language (for 'open' adaptations).

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Let me tell you the story of how I was once the masked vigilante known as Daredevil, wearing mask/costume and using my adaptive super-sensitivity following blindness-impairment to cast myself as a night-time super hero, before I got eye-surgery, restored my 'normal' human status, and kept my past-life as simply a (secret!) memory, which I'm relating in this time-capsule (here/now) for a future-world archaeologist to find, for social-media citizenry commentary/study.

As the Daredevil, I teamed with a special ally in an Earth-city crusade. This ally, Deadpool, was also a man of mystery-proportion, using mask/costume to join me on this mission to track a horrid nasty 'specter' spotted in the city-parks and outskirts, resembling a zombie with a trench-coat/hat and wielding a Medieval silver-shiny battle-axe. We called this specter-demon the Creeper and knew he had bat-wings and could fly around. He'd been responsible for city bloody-murders and required extra credit track, and that's why Deadpool and I teamed-up to challenge this adversary of Earth (perhaps the Devil himself!) for a social-media photo-synthesis commentary of our capitalism 'race' defenses for simplified bureaucracy-optimism (wow).

The Creeper, a messenger from the dark-side of the known universe, challenged our Homeland/Earth city senses of (incomplete) traffic-securities for confidence and sport and required a special dual-defiance involving 'academic' debate and flare-gun humility, as he soared with his consciousness for the 'axes' of pure evil and social-media arts for paranoia (hmm).

Why did we use flare-guns and a sportsmanship 'ideation' for academic debate to challenge the nasty Creeper on Earth, for a defense of city-lines, you maybe ask? Well, Deadpool and I (Daredevil) knew there'd be no chance in heaven/hell that ordinary cops would find the nifty ingenuity or vigilante-fantasy to track and challenge this dark-side messenger of natural frailties in Earth's natural bread/fruit of living life (wow). This was a certain examination for the 'light' of Homeland-city bureaucracy (for all).

DEADPOOL: I'll use my long-shot tranquilizer gun, and you wield your flares in-flight.

DAREDEVIL (Me): Good exam, ally; to sedate him after disorientation with flare.

DEADPOOL: Afterwards, we'll see what the 'grounded' Creeper has to say to us.

DAREDEVIL (Me): About engineering...surely good for social media and toy-stories.

Well, honestly, Deadpool and I (Daredevil) considered our masks/get-ups quite the defiance-material for Homeland-city defense spirits and confidence, and we (honestly) looked like two 'cool and crazy' guys from TV/comics with our outlandish 'claim' for Earth-lifestyle defense with flares/debate and considered why the Creeper would want to 'test' humanity with a direction lure for two 'monkeys' like us. I've a wonderful side-side photo-image of Deadpool and I, with me on the left (for bureaucracy-fantasy).

CREEPER: You shot me in the wing(s) with flare.

DEADPOOL: Grounding you for a world-culture debate to determine your IQ/brains.

DAREDEVIL (Me): We've this wonder-rich sports-culture trophy for debate/claim.

CREEPER: First you idealists shoot tranquilizers/flares and now want sports-cliche?

DEADPOOL: This Stafford-Lions (football-rookie) card is Thanksgiving-emoticon, pal.

DAREDEVIL: A nod to Earth-media life vanities for sports/net-activity color/charm!

CREEPER: I fail to see relevance for Thanksgiving-football and Super Bowl dough.

DEADPOOL: We've grounded you for a lens-folding of sports/life defense prayer(s).

DAREDEVIL: Without a 'shine' for Earth's fingers, there's no 'logic' in flight.

CREEPER: Damn (bureaucracy).

DEADPOOL: Self-exile yourself to our deep-ocean abyss for (private) study, Creeper.

CREEPER: Fine (keep this 'token' secret), heroes.

DAREDEVIL (Me): That's a super deal, Creeper-man...for city's dogma.

Well, that 'nasty' Creeper consented to self-exile to our deep-ocean abyss, and Deadpool and I (Daredevil) made 'toast' of our miracle-deed with some culinary-treat and sports-media culture patriotism for (Thanksgiving) festivity and hoped this miracle-cure to unreal dark-side terrorism in the Homeland city would breed a new form for inventive social-media billboards (for bureaucracy).

DEADPOOL: I'm retiring for a comics-art venture in Belgium, ally.

DAREDEVIL (Me): I'll see you in heaven, Deadpool.

DEADPOOL: Maybe you'll spin our (secret) misadventure into a Facebook-poke?

DAREDEVIL (Me): Maybe I'll just recount how we'd become 'diplomats' of nerdism.

DEADPOOL: Good (for bureaucracy).

Thanx for reading this time-capsule 'account' for miracle Earth/Homeland city-defense, waged by Deadpool and I against this (secret) dark-side (pseudo-invisible!) messenger named the Creeper. I made some extra credit 'toast' for this miracle-memoir with a culinary-treat world-exchange 'symbolic' soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) for a simple 'shine' of what made our civilization 'charm' proof of our immortal commitment to capitalism/media definition...that hospitality-reading of (purified) dough.