Batwoman remained silent, looking no different from usual. In any case, she still did not answer her teammates' questions.
"Looks like Bruce really likes my Amusement Park. I get it—he doesn't have a mom either, haha."
Deadpool laughed and broke the silence. He eagerly got himself an ice cream as well. Since it was chocolate-flavored and his oral cancer was bleeding again, thick brown sludge dribbled from the corners of his mouth. He did not care in the slightest and continued, "Is there anything you guys want to ride? Like the Super Pirate Ship, or that Spinning Wooden Donkey over there?"
He began recommending attractions to his teammates. They had nothing better to do, anyway.
The so-called Super Pirate Ship was a group of Deadpools sitting aboard a ship and drifting across a sea made of white powder. The rules were similar to a battle royale: whoever could snort the most on the ship while surviving to the end won.
The other attraction he recommended was the kind that needed censor bars. At any rate, the Little Deadpools currently riding it all looked extremely pleased.
Barry merely glanced over instinctively, then immediately covered his face, blushing furiously. "Oh my God! This is way too insane! Get us out of here, I'm going blind!"
Anyone with normal values simply could not have fun here. Deadpool's madness was on full display, filling Barry's mind with every kind of filthy thing.
"Fine, if none of you want to ride anything, let me treat everyone to a meal." Deadpool sighed regretfully. In truth, he still came here to play every day after falling asleep. But what could he do? Superheroes were all such old-fashioned sticks in the mud, and they did not enjoy these ultimate sensory pleasures.
So he prepared to take everyone out