"What's going on, Deadpool? Why did you bring an African over here?" Cindy looked over the Charcoal Princess in the distance, especially her white dress, then shook her head in confusion. "She's so weak. How did she still punch through your chest?"
"She only became weak after entering this world, my sister."
Deadpool pulled the severed arm from his chest with a pop. He panted heavily a few times, then bared his teeth as he rubbed the wound.
"She was originally a super powerhouse. She was good at using the External Force and related concepts brought by 'skin color' and 'gender.' So I deliberately took a hit from her, then brought her here to you. Wasn't that smart of me?"
In a world ruled by the Amazon Council, men could only be considered accessories. None of that stuff worked here.
The Charcoal Princess, whom Deadpool had forcibly dragged into this world, immediately became listless, as though her bones had been pulled out.
It was not merely Deadpool's Plot Continuity Gem making all this seem reasonable. In the eyes of the audience, a so-called "comparison" had appeared.
There were plenty of Black women on Earth -11. Hundreds of millions of them could go out and earn money to support their families. Yet she did nothing but complain?
With that comparison, what audience would still sympathize with her? It would already be a kindness if netizens did not curse her for being lazy and useless.
So although Deadpool usually seemed unreliable, his mind really worked fast. He had not countered the Charcoal Princess herself; he had directly destroyed the foundation that allowed her to gain sympathy and support.
Without anyone supporting her, and without any legal protection, there was no way she could put up a fight.
After all, this was DC.