Deathstroke fan fiction part 1: The hunt is on!

After my battle with Deadpool, I came to the realization, that he can beat me. Even kill me, if I don't play it right. I, now know that in order to beat him, I must be better in every way. Which is why, I'm going to take on, some practice. Against one, whom is like me in many ways. In order to beat Deadpool, I must become better than me. I must become better than Taskmaster. I was in London, where I've heard Taskmaster is at. I've spotted him in an alleyway, killing his target. A lot like me. I couldn't just come up to him, and expect to win. I had to studie him, learn his strengths and weaknesses. After, what felt like weeks, I've managed to master moves, he cannot copy. I came to an abandoned building, and confronted him. He pulled out a gun out, but I kicked it out of his hand. Punched me, strait in the jaw, and I punched him in the gut, repeatedly. Taskmaster pulled out his sword and shield, so I grabbed his shield, kicked him, making him let go of it. I knocked his sword out of his hand with mine. So, I pulled out my pistol, shooting him in that skull-mask of his. I had beaten Taskmaster, but the war has only begun.

To be continued...