Inside the Batcave (Which is totally a weird thing to say because this is Marvel?)
To say the least, it was a mess. But it was a kind of mess that really wasn't so bad, as if Deadpool were trying to clean up bu gave up halfway through every time he tried to clean it up. They noted the strong smell of vanilla that was hiding the scent of Mexican food. Trash had been moved into one pile, three bags of it next to the trash can in the kitchen.
They looked around a bit more, eyebrow raised, as Deadpool walked into the kitchen area.
"Deadpool, how come you were shot, but I don't see any wound?"
Deadpool only sighed and looked from them to the door.
"Shut the apartment door, would ya? Sit down, make yourself at home. I have some frozen chimichangas I'm gonna make, want some?"
"No." They had no appetite after the recent events that occurred today, and their mind was swimming with questions and confusing thoughts.
Deadpool made his food and sat down next to his guest, who had decided to sit on the couch. As a reaction, the guest in question decided to scoot away from the mercenary. Another question left their mouth, as if they couldn't keep it in any longer.
"What's my name?" They were staring at the floor.
"Depends. What gender do you wanna be?" He spoke with his mouth full, the mask only pulled up to almost his nose, and his guest cringed.
"Male."
"Well, if you change your mind, you can always flip it around one way or another, so don't worry if you have second thoughts." Deadpool looked over and the boy next to him, who shrugged, slightly confused.
"Well," the mercenary spoke around a mouthful of chimichanga, "at least now, we can pick out a name."
"Wait, you have no idea what my name is?"
"Why do you think I'm asking you to pick one?
"Fine."
He sat a thought for a moment while Deadpool ate, but it was Deadpool who spoke first.
"How about Rin? Or maybe Victor?"
"No, I was thinking Leon."
"Wait, why not spell it weird, like L-I-E-O-N?"
"Why not? Lieon it is." He sighed and leaned back on the couch. He now had a name and a gender. It still didn't answer any of his questions, though, and he didn't like the feeling it left in his gut.