Meanwhile, Deadpool was just going out for a walk, being his usual self. Often saying hi to those around him starting with a Police Officer. "Good Afternoon, Officer. Lookin' good." The Officer waved at him before he continued walking.
"Damn, Gotham sure is a cool place. Wonder when I'll get to meet Batman. Maybe Batgirl! Oh wait...Robin! How about the Joker? Bane? Or better yet, what about the great Bruce Wayne! Oh I have so much to do, I don't even know where to start." Deadpool came to Gotham for a much needed Vacation.
"Hmmm, maybe Wayne Enterprises? Nono, Wayne Mansion!" He started dancing around.
When he walked passed a bar, he saw a man bleeding from his throat. "Hey buddy, you okay? You don't look too good. Tell ya' what, I'll call 911." He pulled out his Cellphone.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Hi! I just wanted to let you know there's a man bleeding from his throat an Ally by the Bar? I think someone slit his throat." His tone of voice, as usual, was comedic and cynical.
"Okay, dispatching an Officer now."
"Great, I'll be here, see what I...can do." He put his phone away.
"Hey, you're gonna be okay, help's on the way." He out a thumb's up before grabbing something out of his first aid kit to see if he can help the man in need.