However, as a mature woman, she quickly composed herself. Deadpool simply did not like this kind of food. It was no big deal, and it did not mean he liked Gin better.
Forget it. Better change the subject. Wonder Woman shook her head, put away the rock-hard flatbread in her hand, and said:
"I'd noticed before that you were always talking to yourself, but Slade told me you were talking to 'imaginary friends.' They don't actually exist."
Imaginary friends were a more tactful term. Many lonely children, lacking anyone to play with during childhood, would imagine a nonexistent friend to play with—building blocks together, making sandcastles together, and so on.
When you walked down the street, you would sometimes see a child crouching in the sandbox at Block Park, muttering to themselves. More often than not, they were playing with their imaginary friend.
Of course, this usually disappeared around the age of ten. If someone was still constantly chatting with imaginary friends in their thirties...
If Harley were the one diagnosing it, her conclusion would be Delusional Disorder.
"Huh? That's what my brother told you?"
At that moment, a strange expression appeared beneath Deadpool's mask, as if he wanted to say something but ultimately held it back. After letting out a short laugh, he drew in a sharp breath.
"Ah... fine, he was right. There really is something wrong with my head. The guys in the Livestream don't exist, and we aren't living in a movie, even if this movie feels more like a TV series now."
Hearing him continue to say such strange things, Diana felt a little sorry for him. She pressed a hand to the scoundrel's shoulder and said:
"Don't give up on treatment. You still have family. Keep taking your medicine, and you'll get better eventually."