The air was thick with tension as the three men sat together in a small, dimly lit room in down town gotham, they had been tricked by one of the fresher, newer criminals

"So... this is cozy," he quipped, his mask hiding his expression but not his amusement. "The three of us in a room together, it's like a therapy session but beefier."

Logan gave a low growl. "Give it a rest, Deadpool. We're not here to joke around." His tone was stern, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. He was getting tired of Deadpool's constant banter.

"Oh, come on, Wolvie. Lighten up a bit." Wade said with a smirk beneath his mask. "You've been stuck with that permanent grumpy look for way too long. Even Mr. Broody over here looks more cheerful than you do right now." He gestured towards Bruce who sat silently, his face a stoic mask like usual.

"And speaking of Mr. Broody," Wade continued, "You've been mighty quiet, Batsy. Catwoman got your tongue?"

Bruce shot him a disapproving look, "ive already got one clown in my life, pool, i dont need another one." He shifted in his seat, his shoulders tense. His gaze was sharp and focused, assessing the situation they were in. But there was a hint of annoyance in the slight narrowing of his eyes at being poked at by Wade.