fandomhigh | Criminal Justice (As Taught By A Criminal) - Period 3

Today Deadpool was bouncy. For many reasons, but none of those were needed to be known by the wee students and their twisted little minds and stop picturing him naked, you sick sick little kids!

...ahem.

Anyway! He twirled a set of handcuffs gleefully, waiting for everyone to arrive. "Gooooood morning class! Today we have an exercise for you to do. And a very special guest to help demonstrate proper procedure." He glanced over at his wonder special crazy guest. "Isn't that right?"

"I can't believe I agreed to do this," Fraser said, looking stricken. "You'd better have a key, you'd better not leave me in this class by myself and this has no bearing on any...three letter thing."

Deadpool paused. "No, Benton, I doubt cats have anything to do with this class. And of course I have a key!" A beat. "Somewhere."

Fraser looked even more stricken. It wasn't that he hadn't used handcuffs lately, it was just those times had been... not with Deadpool. "If you ate it, I'm going to be very unpleasant to you."

Awww.

Deadpool made a note to congratulate him on not blushing.

"I didn't eat anything," He said, suddenly snapping a cuff on one of Fraser's wrists. "Well, I did, but it was edible and made of delicious pastry."

"Please, not too tight," Fraser said, trying not to whine but he was wary of Deadpool using handcuffs on him. Very wary. "And no tearing my uniform once I am handcuffed. I need this uniform as it's my only one right now."

"Benton, please. There are impressionable children present. You're giving them the wrong idea here." He grinned at the class, waving the cuffs-- and Fraser's wrist-- about. "You have two options here-- well, three, kinda. If you're mean. Cuff them up front, in back, oooooor---"

He kicked behind Fraser's knee to force him to his knees, pulling his cuffed hand up and bent over his head.

"--you can be mean!"

Fraser suppressed a wince at both the arm wrenching and the sudden floor underneath his knees. "Was that really necessary? You couldn't just ask me to get on my knees? I would have!"

...

"Yoooou might wanna rethink that, Benny."

"Don't call me that," Fraser groused, not seeing how what he'd said was so bad. "It would've been a polite courtesy to ask me to get on my knees. I would have, you would have said thank you and I would have said you're welcome and it would have saved me a sore arm."

Fraser needed to shut up.

Yes, yes he did.

"I'll get you kneepads next time, okay?" Wade replied, letting go of his arm and fishing for the keys. "But it was an excellent example, right kids?" A beat. "This is the part where you clap."

Fraser, still grumbling, was too polite not to clap. So, he clapped one hand against one thigh. "Bravo. An excellent demonstration of handcuffing skills."

"I like to think so," Deadpool said, finding a small ring of keys. "Now, I want all you to split up into teams of two and practice this. I have keys here and... I'm not exactly sure what key goes with what hand cuff, so... have fun!"

Squinting at the ring, he frowned. "Probably should start on you."

"I will stay here all day until you find the key," Fraser threatened. "I will go home with you if I have to. I am not leaving your sight until you find the key to this handcuff."

"Impressionable!" Wade shouted.

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"I never said I wasn't," Isabel agreed cheerfully.

"So, can you get out of them?"

"Course I can."

...and then he remembered he normally used his hands. Time to find out if he could do it with just focus.

Isabel took a seat on the desk and swung her legs as she waited patiently. "I find it helps if you visualize it."

"Okay." He stared down at the handcuffs, willing them to pop open.

"Just picture the lock giving way, and moving. As if you'd put the key in there," she told him.

He tried, focusing hard, and... the lock gave way all right. Unfortunately, it was twisted beyond repair.

"...uh."

Isabel crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Fine, take away my fun."

"It's easier to use your hand as a focus isn't it?"

Michael nodded, slipping the cuffs off his wrists and examining the damage.

"Always has been."

"I've gotten better since I've been here," she replied. "I'm still not one hundred percent but it's a hell of a lot easier to practice around here."

"It is when you don't destroy stuff", he said ruefully. "Think they'll fine me for breaking these?"

"Please, I was planning on taking them home." Isabel looked around the room at their classmates. "I'd be surprised if even half of them make it back to Deadpool at the end of the day."

"Let me see them. They should be salvageable."

Michael handed them over readily, almost relieved to get them out of his hands.

Isabel passed her hand over them, picturing them as they were supposed to be. "So what's up with you and Ino?" she asked, keeping her head down.

He looked at her sharply at that, then his face went blank.

"You heard the radio?"

"There. Good as new." With a grin, Isabel gave the handcuffs a quick twirl on her finger.

"I did," she nodded. "I like to keep up with things. What happened."

"We just had an argument", he said with a shrug.

"About?" she prompted.

"Her coming to talk to you", he said flatly.

"She's worried about you. I'm worried about you," Isabel admitted.

"I don't like people talking behind my back."

"Yeah, well when we're worried about you, we will. Deal with it." She sighed, wishing she could wave a magic wand and make things better. "I didn't tell her anything." At least nothing about Hank.

"Well, don't." He looked at her for a moment. "She told me what she said to you."

"I'm not surprised. She doesn't seem like the type to hold much back." Although hopefully she wouldn't say anything about how they'd left in Isabel's reality. "And that's not a bad thing."

"I'm sorry," Isabel said quietly, "That you feel like that. And I'm sorry that we didn't know enough to tell you differently back then. But you are important. You are needed. And if anything happened to you, we'd be devastated."

"I always knew you'd care", he said just as quietly. "Don't doubt that. But if you still had each other..."

"It's not the same. It'd never be the same. I cried, every night until we found you again. Did you know that?" she asked.

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