In the bustling city restroom, Deadpool, hidden behind his mask, indulges in a secret pleasure. His hand moves furiously over his throbbing cock, the sound of water running from the faucet his only companion. His mind is a whirlwind of debauched images, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. The door creaks open, and in walks another suited figure, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Deadpool's exposed, rock-hard cock. But instead of leaving, they step closer, their gaze hungry, eager.