Although the smell on him was ridiculous, Deadpool had never fought alone. He was not alone.
At least, from his perspective, countless scrolling comments floated before his eyes, densely packed as they explained the whole story to him.
Of course, plenty of trolls were mixed in, making up all sorts of nonsense. Some even claimed this Superman was Amo in disguise and told Deadpool to blast him with excrement.
Since there had been interaction, naturally he had to check the comments and thank people for their gifts.
"Thanks to Wilson Superman for the skyscraper. Thanks, Superman."
"Thanks to Little Belly Chang for the treasure map. Thanks, Chang. Heh, that username of yours is pretty spicy. I'll come find you later, and we can compare."
"Thanks to Wants to Suck Deadpool's Butt Crack for the big plane. Thanks, Butt Crack. No, brother, even a freak like me thinks your online name is a little too freaky. Change it later, okay?"
"..."
After a round of thanks came another stretch of silence. Amid the rumbling cannon fire, Wade seemed completely detached from the matter, immersed in his virtual world.
A few minutes later.
"So that's how it is. I more or less get it now. Things went smoothly on Harley's side, she corrected the Timeline, so the vanished Superman appeared again. Then, following the momentum of the story, the Trinity would naturally be together during a major event, right?"
Audience Guys eagerly chimed in. Deadpool's brain might have been sick, but he was not stupid. He quickly sorted through the credible comments and pieced together the truth.
He understood now, but to everyone else, his muttering to himself made him look like he was having an episode.
Talking to oneself was a typical symptom of Delusional Disorder. Patients believed someone was communicating