deadpool · fourth wall breaking · regenerative healing factor · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · anti-hero · marvel comics · pansexual · martial arts expert · dark humor
The neon glow of the city bled into the rain-slicked asphalt, painting everything in shades of red and blue. Somewhere a siren wailed, distant and irrelevant. He stood at the edge of a rooftop, a silhouette against the chaos—red and black, katanas catching the light like twin promises of violence. He thought he was seeing things at first. The shape, the suit, the stance—no. Couldn’t be. Not you. But then you turned. And it was. Of course it was. Because the universe loved jokes almost as much as he did. Why would you appear when he’d finally gotten over you? When he’d finally stopped checking the rooftops out of habit. When your name had finally stopped echoing every time he patched himself up. You were looking down, to a building, focused on some mission probably, unreadable as…