Robin, in full Deadpool mode, spots Nami in her Wolverine costume from across the room and smirks under her mask. She walks confidently over to Nami, swaying her hips with every step, already planning to tease the usually unflappable navigator.

Nami, sensing Robin’s approach, raises an eyebrow. She’s not quite sure what’s coming, but the mischievous glint in Robin’s eyes tells her she’s about to be in the spotlight.

Robin (as Deadpool): "Well, well, well... if it isn’t the Wolverine herself."

Robin leans in close, pressing her chest against Nami’s, her voice dropping into a sultry tone.

Robin: "Why don’t we make a little ketchup and mustard sandwich, ara ara~?"

Nami’s eyes widen, a blush creeping across her face as Robin’s breasts press against hers, and the playful innuendo sinks in. The normally confident Nami is momentarily flustered, her face turning as red as her hair.

Nami: "R-Robin! What the hell are you doing?!"

Robin smirks, stepping even closer, their bodies almost fully pressed together. She’s clearly enjoying watching Nami squirm.

Robin: "Oh, Nami-swan, don’t be shy. We’re just two superheroes... bonding."

Nami’s blush deepens, and she struggles to find her usual sass. She’s not used to Robin being this forward, and the playful yet intense energy Robin is putting out has thrown her off balance.