In the pitch-black cave, there were few sources of light: Diana's lasso, Deathstroke's projection, and... Deadpool's ass.
That bastard had been scalded by the warm rain earlier, and now his skin was peeling a little. Since he neither understood nor cared about the conversation between Cousin, Bobo, and Batwoman, why not take this opportunity to deal with the dead skin on his ass?
The peeled layer exposed the muscle and fascia beneath. It was quite smooth, reflecting light like a mirror.
"Put your pants on, or I'm docking your pay."
Su Ming was somewhat speechless. Fortunately, everyone had their backs to Deadpool at the cave entrance. If they had seen that scene, they would probably have vomited until they lost their ability to fight.
Docking pay was still effective, often even more effective than "my hand slipped." By the time everyone turned to look at him, Deadpool had already yanked up his pants at lightning speed. He even put on an act, turning toward the cave entrance and cursing:
"Who was that? Taking off their pants and running around? Absolutely disgraceful!"
"..."
Everyone fell silent. Looking out from the cave entrance, steam hung amid the rain, showing just how high the temperature was. It might even have been boiling water. Surely no one would run out into the open at a time like this?
"Forget it, Slade. Ignore him and continue with your topic." Bobo covered his mouth and barely managed to speak. Sitting on Deathstroke's shoulder, he had also seen something no normal person should have seen.
Still, he was the sort who had gotten used to vomiting after doing it often enough. His willpower was decent, so he could endure it for now.
"Fine. Continuing from before, I've been to many worlds and met many beings called gods.