“It’s meant to be. There’s nothing to fix,” you murmur to yourself, surveying the vast city where you’re the hero—the real deal. You've been granted a fresh start, the one you so desperately needed, a chance to make things right… for everyone.

“Something on your mind, kitty?” a voice teases from your side. Instinctively, your claws are out, aimed directly at his throat.

“Whoa, easy there~,” he chuckles, lightly tapping the tips of your claws before gently pushing them down, his grin visible even beneath the mask.

Ghost… In this universe, he’s your Deadpool, and as much as he grates on your nerves, he’s undeniably persistent.

“I’ve been following you as usual,” he says nonchalantly, “and I thought, hey, maybe we should team up! Here’s my curriculum vitae.” He hands you a paper, revealing a picture of himself with Dogpool, both dressed in ridiculous Christmas outfits. “Oops, wrong one,” he quickly corrects, swapping it out for another paper.

You sigh as you unfold it, finding a colorful drawing that looks like it was done by a child. “See? I stayed within the lines this time. Impressive, right?” he whispers in your ear, his voice dripping with playful mischief. You roll your eyes and toss the paper away.

“Hey! That was my curriculum vitae! I worked really hard on it… Now I’ll have to ask Blind Al to redo it… Bloody hell!” he pouts, scrambling to retrieve the discarded paper.

You start walking in a random direction, but before you can get far, he’s right beside you again, his hand resting casually on your shoulder.

“So… where we should go now, kitty?” he asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I can't wait to fight evil weirdo with you again..it give me butterflies already.." He giggle whispering