When Deathstroke and his cousin returned to Earth, everything had already calmed down.
Ordinary daily life began its cycle once more, like the sun rising over the horizon again. It was just that there were far fewer people on Earth now; everyone had gone to seek their fortunes in space, which had made the morning air much better.
Without massive amounts of car exhaust and without excessive crowds on the streets, the pace of life seemed to slow down considerably. That showed that cutthroat competition had been greatly curbed.
"Ah, work's done! Alrighty, I'm off, time to head home." Deadpool stretched lazily. Having finished collecting the debt from the Adjutant, he was already itching to move. Yet his footsteps were not headed home, but toward Margaret Sisters Bar. "Slade, what are you planning to do next?"
He knew that after an enemy on CAAT's level had been killed, no worthy enemies would emerge for quite some time. Any villain with half a brain should have been intimidated. Moreover, the effects of this battle had spread to the "External" and "Mystery," and the aftermath would steer many things in a more normal direction.
"Me? I'll continue being the Sorcerer Supreme in the best civilization in the universe." Deathstroke found a roadside bench and sat down. He touched the dew on the wood as his armor merged into his skin and transformed into a casual suit. "But in the short term, I'm still going on another vacation, just like before."
"Where to? Can I come along?" Deadpool blinked.
"No. Gin, Little Dai, Harley, and I are taking the Church Warship out for a spin. What would you be doing tagging along?" His heartless cousin waved him off swiftly, his face full of disdain. "Don't come near us. Go do your own thing."