Stuck in Gotham

Chapter 12

The Wayne Mansion

{That's one upset spider! Is he pouting that's cute!}

[Well, reasonable since the stupid device didn't work as he wanted.]

{What if we just break it again? What's the worst thing that can happen?}

'Spidey will wring my neck for breaking his hard work in seconds. He won't even give me the satisfaction of feeling his hands on my neck.' Wade is currently looking at his best friend, who is currently very upset they can't go back to their world already.

He noticed how tense the man has been since they stepped into the Batman manor. Despite showing him how fine he was to the hero. He felt soft looks of concern glance at him every so often. Wade hated that look, but from Peter it was different and he allowed it. Since Peter cared about him so damn much and it was sometimes hard for him to accept.

But it was Peter.

{Sap! Lol!!}

'Shut it! Stupid wiggle bracket, you simp for him as much as me!'

[The big guy got you there]

{Who's side are you on?!}

Wade groans and tries thinking of something to cheer up his bestie. He really wished he could do cool smart tech stuff, so he could help his buddy. Then a thought comes to mind, he had the perfect way to make Peter feel better! Watch out, Alfred! Wade's taking over the kitchen again! Deadpool's kitchen is available at 8 eastern time!

{OOOH! Can we make doughnuts?! Or Burritos!!}

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I feel like a child at the moment eating in the guest room, hiding from the world, and hating everything. It was fine he could just make a new device it was fine! He would have to talk to Batman or his Butler again. He was more inclined to ask the Butler than the man of the house himself. A sigh leaves me as I bury my head in my crossed arms on the desk I'm on. Well, I guess we don't have any other choice but to ask Batman for assistance since he was the hero of this city after all.

Also, Wade did say that he was our only option that had at the moment since the other heroes weren't "tagged" or something around those lines. All he needed right now was Wade to come back, the ex-merc had disappeared after I was "defeated" by reality and smacked in the face for thinking anything could be easy. After that, I slumped in the desk chair and hadn't moved since. I heard some mumbling from Wade earlier, he must have been chatting to the voices in his head at that point. He must have left without me noticing to go do something. I decide to stop moping and find Wade in the Mansion, wherever he went to.

The moment I get out of the door, I smell the all too familiar smell of hotdogs in the air. It doesn't smell actually like the ones from cheap stands in the city. However, the smell alone calmed my already fried nerves and I let my nose follow the scent to what I assume is the Kitchen. I find Wade putting mustard on a hotdog, then putting on some relish as well. He puts the hot dog on a plate and hums to himself in satisfaction.

"Now that is how you make Spidey's favorite way to have a hot dog! What do you mean it isn't enough mustard!? I know how much mustard my bro wants on his dog, so shut your pie hole, Yellow!" Wade exclaims to himself, I can't help but laugh.

"Making me some hotdogs, Wade?" I ask and he spins around clearly alarmed I suddenly appeared. Then he looks at you and I swear his mask's eyes light up, I can basically see that giant smile of his as well.

"Petey! I did, I thought you might want some since your homesick and all. I could try my hand at other NYC specialties but I don't think the Head of this Mansion would let me. So This is the best I could do!" Wade hands over the plate of hotdogs, I thank him and we start heading back to the guest rooms.