The girl looked up at Colin—then fainted.
Colin immediately turned his attention to the girl's sister. Her condition was dire; she was barely clinging to life and would not last much longer without help. But with Colin around, no injury was too severe.
After all—he was Superman.
As Colin began treating the wounded woman, the unconscious girl started having a nightmare.
She dreamt that her sister had abandoned her. She cried as she chased after her, calling her name again and again.
Her sister ran faster and faster, until the girl finally caught up—only to see a strange, twisted smile on her sister's face.
"It's your fault I died, little sister… If it weren't for you"
The girl froze as if plunged into an icy abyss.
She jerked awake, eyes wide with panic, searching desperately for her sister's figure.
Then she saw her sister—talking cheerfully with a handsome young man.
Still dreaming?
Her sister had been gravely injured moments ago. How could she possibly be chatting so casually?
At that moment, the black-haired youth turned his gaze toward her. He looked oddly familiar… almost like Superman Colin himself.
"You're awake, little one?" her sister said softly, helping her up. The girl was still dazed—the dream felt too real.
Her sister smiled. "Superman Colin saved us."
The girl froze, then suddenly understood.
She had heard the rumors—people said Superman Colin was like a god. If you prayed to him with true faith, he would hear you. There were even stories of him curing a woman dying of cancer.
But others on the internet claimed the opposite—that Superman only saved the rich, that he didn't care about the lives of ordinary people.
The girl bit her lip. She believed he would probably ask for payment—a huge one. Still, no matter the cost, she would find a way to repay him. Colin had saved her most precious person.
"I'll pay you back…" she whispered.
Colin smiled and told her he didn't want money—but he did hope she would work hard in the future.
After gently patting her head, he turned and flew away.
Lately, he found joy in watching humanity's total wealth increase—it gave him a strange sense of accomplishment.
If he could encourage people like these sisters to work harder, it would indirectly help his grand design: a world of progress and profit.
If humanity's total assets rose, he was happy.
Money—ironically, the thing he least needed.
He could create diamonds with his bare hands if he wanted.
But there were certain people who needed to lose theirs.
For instance, when a wealthy man who secretly despised him found himself in peril, Colin had two choices: ignore him and let him die, or rescue him—and strip him of every cent, leaving him to crawl in the mud where he belonged.
Sometimes, he even checked back later to see if his "pet" had survived.
Honestly, Colin usually preferred the second option.
As long as it amused him, why not?
Toying with humans… perhaps that made him no better than a villain himself.
He flew higher, faster, until he broke through the clouds and hovered over the planet.
The first time he saw Earth from space, it had taken his breath away.
Now, it barely stirred him.
Below, the little girl—unaware of his thoughts—was brimming with newfound resolve.
"I'll become someone great," she declared, "and help others, just like Superman helped us!"
Kindness could be contagious.
The grace Colin had shown these two sisters would ripple outward through their lives.
"You'd better work hard, then," her sister said, smiling. She still couldn't believe it—Superman himself had saved them.
And he hadn't even asked for money. What a good man.
"He's so kind," the girl muttered, confused. "Why do some people hate him?"
"Maybe they're jealous," her sister replied softly.
"Anyway, let's go home. I'm starving," the girl said.
"Yeah," her sister nodded.
"Phew…" Poison Ivy sighed contentedly, sipping red wine as she watched Harley Quinn and the Joker clash with Batman. She had spent a great deal of energy earlier controlling those thorned vines, and now planned to sit back and relax.
She hadn't expected the Joker to show up—challenging Batman to a one-on-one duel.
Since it was a "duel," Ivy decided to sit out, swirling her wine as the fight began.
Except it wasn't exactly one-on-one.
Harley charged in beside Batman, furious that Joker was ignoring her. She swung her bat with a snarl.
The two clashed fiercely. Harley was relentless, even managing to overpower Joker for a moment.
But Joker was as cunning as ever. With a grin, he pulled out a shock device and zapped her.
If Batman hadn't intervened in time, Harley would've been fried unconscious.
As she cursed and struggled to stand, Joker ignored her—his painted eyes fixed only on Batman, pondering how to make this moment even more entertaining.
Ivy took another sip of wine, amused.
Then—a gunshot rang out.
Harley screamed and collapsed. Her thigh burned, blood spilling onto the pavement.
"Damn it!" Ivy cursed. Instantly, thick vines surged from the ground, forming a living wall to shield Harley.
She knelt beside her friend. "Harley! Harley, are you okay!?"
A calm voice echoed through the chaos.
"This is what I call one-on-one."
Batman turned and saw a heavily armed man step out of the shadows.
He recognized him immediately—Deadshot.
So the Joker had teamed up with him now?
That would be troublesome. Both were dangerous on their own—together, they were a nightmare.
But Deadshot didn't stay.
He had other priorities—his family.
Without another word, he turned and left.
Ivy lifted Harley into her arms and shoved her into the car.
"Bats," she called out, "that psycho clown's all yours."
Harley groaned in pain, still shouting curses between gasps.