"Doctor Schiller!! Doctor Schiller!! Are you there?!!"
New York's quiet morning was shattered by a heart-rending shout. Outside Arkham Asylum, Peter stood yelling loudly, Deadpool in one hand and Pikachu in the other.
Still sound asleep in bed, Schiller frowned, rolled over, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the clock. It was only 5:30 in the morning. Hearing Peter's voice at this hour had to be a hallucination.
Peter's absurd schedule of staying up all night and never getting up in the morning was deeply engraved in Schiller's mind. So, without any burden at all, he dismissed Peter's voice as a hallucination and went back to sleep.
But only seconds later, another shout came from outside: "Doctor Schiller!! I need you urgently!! Open the door!! Big Trouble is coming!!!"
Schiller shot upright in bed, yanked off his nightcap, and tossed it aside. With an irritated expression, he teleported downstairs, intending to lecture Peter from the moral high ground of a healthy sleep schedule.
But the moment he came downstairs, he saw Peter holding a red-and-black figure in one hand. Schiller instantly turned into a cloud of Gray Mist and slowly retreated several meters.
Peter watched the Gray Mist before him form into the shape of a question mark. He hung Deadpool from the gate railing, then waved at Schiller and said, "Hey, Doctor, it's me. Open up, I need to talk to you!"
With a bang, the Gray Mist turned into an arrow and pointed at Deadpool hanging from the railing.
"Oh, him? He's my friend. You might not know him—he's a mercenary called Deadpool..."
The Gray Mist turned into an exclamation mark with another bang. Peter was just about to shout when the mist slowly formed an X again.
"Uh, I can't go in? Not me? Then who?