Schiller knew that wasn't Batman. Obviously, the Batsuit was really just a bodysuit with two pointed ears added to the cowl. Perhaps to avoid infringement, the emblem on the utility belt wasn't a bat, but a reclining beauty.
Perhaps unwilling to reveal the flaws in his skin, Deadpool wore a cowl that covered his chin and gloves on his hands. Other than a tiny area around his eye sockets, almost none of his skin was visible.
Because the Batman cowl wasn't custom-made and looked more like merchandise from a Batman fan club, it didn't fit snugly around the eye sockets either. The little bit of exposed skin was entirely hidden in shadow.
Deadpool was actually a pretty good dancer. Of course, he had no flexibility to speak of, but this kind of pole dancing made up for a lack of technique with sheer sex appeal. Deadpool twisted so seductively that it was hard to believe he was doing this only because Deathstroke had a gun pointed at his head. He clearly seemed quite willing himself; he couldn't have pulled off that feeling with even 0.01 less initiative.
Schiller exited the video and found, by the second comment, that there was a follow-up video. Its popularity was skyrocketing. After refreshing the page once, Schiller found that the comment count had increased by over two thousand.
The moment he opened the comments, Schiller had a bad feeling. Under the original dancing video, most people had been joking around, and most comments were only a sentence or two long. They were brief and quick to scroll through.
But when he opened the comments under the second video, they were all long-winded essays—the kind Bruce would need at least two months to write. Even dragging the mouse all the way down, he still couldn't