"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." Wade sighed as he zipped up his bag and tossed it into the back of the car along with a few other things. He had already "said goodbye" to Vanessa so he wasn't too worried about that, what was bothering him was the thirty-ish hour drive to Gotham City.<br/>"Damn this man, why couldn't he come here?"<br/>"I don't know Mr. Pool but we should be going soon if we want to get there in time." Dopinder said from where he sat in the driver's seat. Deadpool sighed once more before sliding into the passenger's seat.<br/>"Let's get this show on the road!"<br/><br/>They had been driving for hours and yet only a small dent had been put into the distance needing to be covered. An uneventful drive, a few hotel mishaps, and a lot of radio tuning and the taxi driver finally arrived in Gotham.<br/>"I suppose it will be your usually mode of payment." Deadpool stopped pulling his bag and things from the back.<br/>"You really think I'm that low that I would have you drive across the country and not get anything in return?" Wade dug into one of the pouches in his bag and tossed a bag to the driver.<br/>"What is --?"<br/>"Careful, that's some strong stuff." Deadpool said before swinging his bag over his shoulder and walking down the sidewalk of a relatively crowded section of city.<br/><br/>For much of the morning Wade had been occupied with trying to find the damn bridge he was suppose to meet this guy at. When he finally stopped to get directions to something that should have been obvious a new question formulated in his mind. How was he going to know who he was looking for? I mean, the two didn't know each other apart from a few emails. Shrugging, Deadpool made his way tot he bridge. Once there he settled on the rail and watched the cars driving by and making explicit gestures. Laughing Deadpool also kept an eye on the few people walking on the bridge. How the hell was he going to find a Slade Wilson? Thinking this over Wade settled on asking every person who walked by if they were a Wilson, after all they worst they could do was say no, right?<br/><br/>So, as people walked by the red spandex clad man every one was asked in some manner if they were a Wilson. When his findings came up short Deadpool once more perched on the railing of the bridge and picked at a spot of rust beside him. When he once more looked up a man dressed in a rather odd costume neared. Jumping down, Wade approached him, eyeing what appeared to be a sword on his back.<br/>"I'm sorry to bother you sir but could we ask you a few questions for a survey?" Deadpool pulled a sheet of paper and a crayon out and wrote something on it. "The first question being your name, you do have one I assume?"