"Ow, guys, my asshole suddenly clenched just now, and a bad premonition surged into my rectum. It feels like something went wrong."
Deadpool, who had been wolfing down steak in a Gotham nightclub, shuddered. Even the ketchup bottle slipped from his hand. He turned toward an empty private booth nearby and began muttering:
"As a powerful mercenary who's been through life-and-death situations more times than I can count, my instincts are sharp. Even Peter's Spider-Sense can't compare to my asshole-sense. Why? Because an asshole can be used to take a dump, while Spider-Sense can't. It loses on functionality alone, hahaha!"
"..."
The Nonexistent Audience seemed to have said something. Deadpool tilted his head and listened for a while, then wore an expression of utter shock.
He secretly glanced at Batman not far away. At the moment, Batman had an arm around Two-Face as they laughed and chatted. Two-Face, meanwhile, looked like he had seen a ghost. He clearly had not adjusted to Batman's current changes, and his reaction was hilarious.
This was a nightclub owned by Two-Face. After all, Wade wanted food, and no restaurants were open in the middle of the night, so Batman could only bring him to his old friend's nightclub.
In Gotham, as long as you had money, you could get anything you wanted. Forget eating at a nightclub—even eating people was no problem.
"What? You're saying it has even more uses? Hiss, you guys know way too much, don't you? We can't talk about those fancy tricks here. Minors are especially easy to lead astray. If they find out the A-hole can also be used as a fireworks launcher, that would be bad—especially the endless recoil when the fireworks go off. Hiss, have any of you ever had a prostate massage? Next New Year's, I