Wade felt the jab to his ribs and scooted farther away from Slade, the source of the elbow. He listened to what Deathstroke had to say about this being his employer and blah, blah but didn't really pay much mind to it. If the man didn't want him questioning him, he could tell him himself, they were all grown men here. When Black Mask became angry with him, calling him out on his nerve to ask his question Deadpool laughed.<br/>"Oh, I've got nerves, lots of them. Helps me feel when someone gets pissed enough get physical." Under his mask he was grinning.<br/><br/>As the man turned to Slade and they took over talking Wade huffed and leaned back, putting his chair on two legs and crossing his arms. He only half listened to what was being said but dropped his chair back down as Black Mask left, waving to the man though he gave the red clad man no acknowledgement.<br/><br/>He turned back to Slade, a comment on his lips when the man lashed out at him.<br/>"Oh yeah, that thing you told me. Guess it just slipped my mind...much like something else is slipping over there." Wade said, watching the action behind them where a man was receiving some very close attention from a scantily clad woman whose top was gradually slipping down her shoulders. Eyes still fixed on the scene Deadpool asked Deathstroke a question he knew would be good to have the answer to.<br/>"So who's this Deadshot we're going to see? Any relation, what with the whole assassin-y stuff and the name?"