When Su Ming saw Deadpool, he could not exactly say he was overjoyed. At most, he was expressionless.
"Why are you here again?" While having Strangle busy at work, he kept waving the back of his hand as if shooing away flies. "It's the first day of your marriage. You came here to take a job?"
"I-I was lonely." Deadpool bit his index finger through his mask, bashfully twisting his body a few times as he catwalked out of the darkness toward Deathstroke. "I knew you couldn't sleep all night on corpse-strewn streets without my company. Why don't the two of us open a car wash together? The kind where we wash cars in skimpy bikinis. Just so we're clear, I'm wearing red."
Pfft!
Though Strangle was still busy "lassoing," Deathstroke's hand still slipped. Little Cousin was sent flying more than ten meters away, rolling into a broken wall.
"Speak normally."
Su Ming used the Force to pull back the Owl Dagger. He could not even be bothered to look at him, merely shaking his head helplessly at the women behind him, indicating that having such a cousin was a tremendous source of stress.
With ruptured intestines, a shattered liver, and three broken ribs, Deadpool sprang up from the ground with a Carp Jump. He hurriedly stuffed the bits that had fallen out back into the opening in his abdomen, then wiped the blood from his hands on the wall.
"I came to mooch off your popularity."
That was all. He just wanted to snag some screen time. Besides, the cooling-oil lubricant had not arrived yet, so there was nothing to do at the TVA anyway!
"Stand over there. Attention. At ease. Attention. At ease."
Deathstroke suddenly became a military drill instructor and pointed at a spot. Little Cousin obediently