Eating Tacos with Mr. Bold.

Barbara lead the way into the kitchen, after finding it earlier when she found Kara.

She went to the cabinet and found the ingredients for making tacos. She got the meat out and a skillet out to cook.

"Have a seat, I'll go ahead and cook it." She said, starting the stove.

She slipped off her gloves and placed them in her utility belt for safe keeping. She hummed as she started cooking.

Wade sat at the table and began to enjoy the view.

"Is there anything I can help you with? Chopping the lettuce? Grating the cheese? Helping to relieve some sexual tension between us? Just let me know! I will be more than glad to help... With the last thing. I'm not good at cooking."

Barbara laughed. "I'm good, thanks, Wade." She said, smiling over her shoulder.

"So, are you a hero in your world?" She asked, as she cooked.

"Hero... Villain... Mercenary... It depends on the writer. I do things for money. As a "friend" of mine says, "I'm good at what I do, and what I do isn't very nice."

Barbara looked at him over her shoulder, raising and eyebrow. "Well, I hope you're on our side this time around." She said, honestly not being able to see Wade as a villain.

But you never know, do you? She asked, herself.

"What do you like to do when you're not... doing whatever you're doing?" She asked.

"I train. Run about ten miles. Shoot. That kind of stuff. I've been described as a sarcastic asshole. But I can't think of why. I don't really have any downtime from my line of work."

Barbara looked back at him. "Well, you need some down time; everyone does. You can't work and train all the time." She said, moving the meat off of the hot stove and to the one that is off. She turned off the stove and started cutting up the lettuce.

"Anything special you want on your taco?" She asked, as she got the taco sauce and the cheese out.

"I could go for some Batgirl on it... Or tomatoes. Tomatoes work too." Wade said. He was running out of ideas to try to hook up with this girl. She hadn't accepted or totally rejected him yet. She was infuriating.

"Tomatoes it is." She said, smiling as he got the tomatoes out.

She cut the tomatoes up and placed the food on separate plates. She started placing them on the table in front of Deadpool.

She gave him his own plate with a taco shell and sat down with her own taco shell. She started making her taco. "Dig in!" She said, smiling.

Wade wolfed down his tacos and then got up to put his plate in the sink. He then walked behind Barbara and began to massage she shoulders. "You know, you are insanely beautiful." He told her, trying to win her over.

Barbara took a bite of her taco and looked up surprised when Deadpool wolfed down his taco and put his plate away.

She swallowed her first bite before jumping slightly when she felt hands on her shoulders. She glanced behind her and saw Deadpool standing behind her. She felt him start to massage her shoulders and she almost immediately relaxed.

"Um, thanks." She said, trying to eat her food, but he was relaxing her too much.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan of pleasure. "You know... you're good with your hands, did you know that?" She asked, leaning back and closing her eyes.

"I've been told I was. Would you like to see what else I can do?" Wade said as she began to rub Barbara's chest just below her neck. He touched a few placed that would have killed her if it had been done hard, but at the strength he did it, she should be feeling unimaginable pleasure.

Barbara wasn't sure if she let out a groan or a moan. "Waade, I'm trying to eaat." She said, pouting as he continued massaging her.

"Can't I finish my food before you try to get me hot?" She asked, knowing what he was trying to do, but she was hungry at the moment.

"Why would you want to eat when there are so many other fun and exciting things to do." Wade said as he continued massaging her neck and chest, inching lower and lower. He could tell she was trying to ignore him, but she wasn't able to.

She opened her eyes and glared up at him. "This is my first meal since I got here ans, unlike you, I don't wolf down my food." She stated, before trying to shake him off of her as she took another bite of her taco.

"Fine, Batsey. I'll wait for a little bit. But you owe me." Wade said as he walked back to his seat to sit down. "So, what's your favorite sex position." Wade asked, hoping to throw her off.

Barbara shook her head as she ate her food. "Why don't you tell me yours?" She said, swallowing her food and smirking at him.

She didn't know that many sex positions, only maybe three.

Though, she's never tried any of them...

"Oh there are sooooooo many. I don't think I can choose. Though if I HAD to choose, it would be reverse cowgirl. You know that one, right? I'm sure you've done it." Wade replied, still hoping to get her to make an admission.

"Don't believe I have, could you tell me how it goes?" Barbara asked, innocently, as she danced around him snooping about her "sex life".

Wade had to admit... He didn't expect her to say she didn't know what it was.

"It's... Nevermind. I can show you later. How long does it take you to eat a taco?"

Barbara smirked. "Depends on how long you want to talk." She said, before taking another bite and chewing slowly.

"Fine. I'll just sit here in silence. Staring at you." Wade said in hopes of making her uncomfortable so she would finish faster.

Barbara shrugged. "Okay." She said, taking another bite of her taco.

She chewed it slowly, and smiled as she swinging her head back and forth. She swung her leg back and forth under the table, occasionally hitting Wade's leg. "Oops, sorry, Wade." She said, each time.

Wade winced every time Barbara hit his leg, but he couldn't let her think she was winning. Wade knew her type. This kind of acting was only delaying what they both wanted. Wade watched as Barbara swung her head back and forth. He then felt her foot contact his leg and before she could pull away, he caught it between his feet, not letting it go when she pulled.

She gave him a little glare when he grabbed her foot with his feet. She wiggled her foot out of her yellow boot and stuck her tongue out at him.

She tapped his leg with her toe, then moved her foot back over to her side of the table.