Seems that way, yeah.

[He hesitates, almost reluctant to dredge up the past considering the fact that his actions had been... less than stellar. He decides to go for it anyway-- he's pretty sure that right now, being reticent won't win him any brownie points with Al.]

Y'know, that's the thing that's puzzled me the most about this place. How personal everything is. I didn't tell you this beforehand, but when I was in that convenience store last time, it... well, it's pretty obvious that things didn't go well.

But... they got inside my head somehow. Brought out a piece of my past that hardly anyone knows. Scared the living bejeezus outta me, let me tell you. Especially since... well, I don't know if you know this, but that kind of psychic hoodoo usually doesn't work on me. Telepathy, mind control; whatever-- my healing factor just gives my brain a natural immunity to it.

[His voice is steady and controlled, but if Al is perceptive he will be able to see the beginnings of fear and perplexity in Deadpool's eyes.]

So how the hell did they get that information? How do they know so much about us?