Wade made a mocking face under his mask that he knew would get him in trouble if Slade could have seen it.<br/>"Of course your majesty, I won't screw this up for you." Crossing his arms, Deadpool fell back in his seat and stared out the window, just like a kid who had just been told off.<br/><br/>When the cab stopped Wade assumed they were there and hopped out. He followed Deathstroke into the club, taking note of the number of people and ladies already here. As Slade took a seat across from a black faced man, Wade slid into the seat beside him.<br/>"Damn did you see those girls?" Wade whistled and leaned back in his chair, trying to catch another glimpse of the dancers they had passed on the way here. Eventually he turned back to the table and cast an eye over who he assumed was Slade's employer.<br/><br/>"Black Mask, right?" He pointed his fingers in a gun position towards the man. "What's up with the whole..." He motioned at the mask, completely forgetting, or just ignoring, what Slade had told him on the way here.