Gotham City.
Night fell, and the city lights came on.
Even with Batman's presence, crime had improved significantly, but there were still some grey areas.
In the alleys of the illegal district that local Police were unwilling to set foot in, nightclubs and Bars were ablaze with neon lights, dazzling and flickering, and the intense, high-pitched music roared like a torrent of steel.
Burly, tall men and scantily clad women danced wildly in the Bar, their faces frenzied and intoxicated; some stuffed wads of U.S. dollars and red wine into exposed bosoms, eliciting soft, accommodating laughter from the alluring, voluptuous women.
However, at a Bar counter in the bustling nightclub.
A girl with dyed, twin ponytails sat alone, drinking, her fair, delicate face painted with Joker-like heavy makeup; below, a slender neck bore faint bruise Marks and cat paw prints; she wore only a black bustier jacket on her upper body, revealing an enticing, slender waist and navel tattooed with playing cards; her sexy, Buttocks, encased in red ultra-short hot pants, rested on a high Bar stool.
Whether in terms of looks or figure, she was top-notch in this Bar, and combined with the allure emanating from her, she drew many gazes.
However.
It was only a glance from afar; no one dared to approach or even get close.
Two long, beautiful legs, covered in black mesh stockings, kicked and swayed back and forth; the twin-ponytail girl absentmindedly swirled the red wine in her glass and reattached a black fabric strap, somewhat resembling a pet collar, around her neck, perfectly concealing the Black Cat paw print on the side of her neck.
At this moment.
A group of men entered from a small Bar door. The burly leader, seeing the twin-ponytail girl, immediately let out a loud whistle: "Oh, my God! Isn't this Gotham's Big Sister—Harley Quinn? When did she escape from the asylum or prison?!"
"I heard you broke up with Joker. Have you considered letting me be your new boyfriend?!" The burly leader's gaze swept back and forth over the girl's exposed skin, not hiding his aggression and possessiveness.
"Sure!"
Harley Quinn put down her stemmed wine glass. Her lips curved into a crazy smile, and she chuckled, puffing out her ample chest. Her crotch, barely covered by her hot pants, opened, and she generously extended one shapely leg forward.
The burly leader's eyes immediately lit up. Ignoring his subordinates' dissuasion, he quickly stepped forward, his large hand reaching for the fair, soft leg, which was indented by the fishnet stockings.
The moment his hand touched her leg.
The burly leader immediately let out a pig-like scream of agony. He recoiled his hand as if it had been burned, looking at the fingers of his right hand with horror and fear. His fingertips seemed to have been pricked by sharp, tiny thorns, oozing large drops of blood like ink, and his body began to convulse violently.
In less than three seconds.
The burly man, nearly two meters tall, fell backward to the ground, his life extinguished, his face frozen in the terrifying expression of pain and fear from his last moment alive.
Harley ignored the customers fleeing in panic towards the door, picked up her wine glass again, swirled it, took a small sip, and murmured softly, "Black Cat, where exactly are you…".
...Eastern Africa.
This is one of the poorest and most backward places in the World, rarely visited by humans.
It's hard to find a decent native village within dozens of kilometers; everywhere are primeval forests, tropical grasslands, and endless mountains and canyons. This is a paradise for wild animals and poachers alike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the dense primeval forest.
Several gunshots suddenly rang out, startling flocks of birds in the woods, then quickly falling silent.
Near a blood-drenched bush.
Several corpses of men dressed as poachers lay on the ground. They still clutched loaded hunting rifles in their hands, and their chests, necks, or limbs bore fatal wounds caused by a predator's Talon, their clothes, armor, skin, and muscles all severed at once, revealing internal organs and pallid bones.
Not far away, a clear stream gurgled.
From the shadow cast on the ground by the bright sunlight, one could see the tail, fur, ears, and claws receding one by one. A beautiful woman came to the stream to clean the blood from her hands.
Her golden-blonde curly hair fell casually and languidly over her shoulders; she walked barefoot with an elegant cat-like tread, her tight-fitting clothes revealing her full, mature figure, and her noble, elegant aura was out of place with the local environment.
"It should be nearby, Wakanda…".
Cheetah Barbara licked the stream Water she had cupped in her hands, a hint of resentment and obsession on her beautiful face: "Diana, you just wait. When I become stronger and return, I will definitely snatch your prey back!"
"That child, I'm going to devour him!"
...Los Angeles.
The top floor of a skyscraper in the bustling city center.
Formerly a biotechnology development company, now the Fantastic Four Base.
The reputation of the newly established Superhero team—the Fantastic Four—is growing in this city. On weekdays, they conduct biotechnology research. When needed, they transform into the Fantastic Four to handle various supernatural incidents occurring in the local city.
Ring-ring-ring—!
The telephone in the office rang.
Her small mouth barely biting a freshly baked piece of bread, she quickly clattered her high heels into the room.
It was a short-haired woman, a model of a female urban White-collar worker, dressed in a complete set of white, well-fitting skirt suit, her beautiful face and model figure combining to appear intellectual and beautiful.
The woman picked up the phone and said gently, "Hello, this is the Fantastic Four studio, I'm the manager—Susan."
"Is that so. Are you sure you can't find anyone? There's no teenager named Marx Eisenhardt in Los Angeles, and no girl named Polaris? Okay, I understand."
Invisible Woman Susan hung up the phone, then clenched her fist slightly and took a big bite of the bread in her hand.
"Is everything a fabrication? Don't think that way, I won't be able to find it."
...Washington.
High school teaching building, teacher's office.
"Yes, all students and parents, including our school counselor and driver, are safe and sound!"
"Yes, who knew a giant wave disaster would suddenly happen? Thanks to Wonder Woman and Spider-Woman's timely rescue…".
Deputy Counselor Felicia Hardy sat in the office chair, constantly answering phone calls from various parties.
"Yes, the last missing student—Xi Nian Prince—has also been found. He was accidentally washed ashore on a beach next to the town, safe and sound."
Finally, she hung up the phone.
Felicia exhaled a long breath and leaned back in her chair, her exaggeratedly puffed-up White shirt nearly bursting a button on her chest. Her astonishingly voluminous, soft White hair simultaneously cascaded backward, shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the window.
Since there was no one else in the office.
Felicia subconsciously raised her delicate foot, clad in black boat socks, and lightly tapped the corner of the office desk like a cat, causing her office chair to spin. Her light, flowing, snow-White long hair also fanned out as she spun.
"It's good that you're okay…".
Felicia murmured softly. She closed her eyes in relief, her slightly trembling thick eyelashes inexplicably beginning to show a strange silvery-White hue.
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