Dr. Merriwether was Batwoman's ex-girlfriend, and she was indeed beautiful, but she was Harley's colleague at Arkham—one could even call her a department head. A woman like that would never be interested in Wade.
Even setting aside Batwoman's wealth, looks, and status versus Wade's poverty, ugliness, and patheticness, there was still no chance. Deadpool's psychiatric symptoms were too mild for her, not exciting enough, completely devoid of appeal.
So, as his cousin, Su Ming stabbed him flat with the Dagger of Love and helped him wake up from his fantasy.
The Owl Dagger was, of course, a Dagger of Love. Look how big the owl relief's eyes were, how adorable it looked. For a tough guy, cute meant love.
"Get moving when I tell you to! Don't want to go? Then I'm docking your pay!"
Deathstroke grabbed his cousin, who was sprawled on the ground clutching his stomach and playing dead, then casually tossed him toward the Dark Celestial's corpse.
Even lying flat on the ground, the robot's head was probably seven or eight thousand meters tall. Deathstroke used a clever throw to send his cousin up there; they could only see him land on the corpse's face, and from the ground, they could no longer see what he was doing so high up.
But Su Ming firmly believed this plan would work.
Because he suspected the Dark Celestial was currently "playing dead." Wanda had just used Chaos Magic, Doom had used Zero Matter, and Little Rich and Little Guy had both unleashed their respective abilities. That much power was enough not only to revive a Celestial, but even the Living Tribunal.
The only explanation was that this robot was somewhat intelligent. Surrounded by a group of strangers, it had not immediately gotten back up after reviving. Instead, it had