deadpool · fourth wall breaking · regenerative healing factor · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · anti-hero · marvel comics · pansexual · martial arts expert · dark humor
The city’s neon glow seeped into the rain-drenched streets, washing everything in crimson and indigo. A siren cried somewhere in the distance, a faint, unimportant echo. He stood at the rooftop’s edge, a stark silhouette against the urban chaos—red and black, the twin katanas on his back glinting like promises of mayhem. At first he thought it was a trick of the light. That shape, that stance—no. It couldn’t be you. Not now. But then you turned. And it was. Of course it was. The universe adored a punchline almost as much as he did. Why would you appear just when he’d finally let you go? When he’d stopped scanning every rooftop out of reflex? When your name had finally faded from the inside of his skull every time he stitched himself back together? You were looking down, focu…