"Let me start from the beginning."
"My parents died in a car accident."
"Someone did dangerous experiments on me."
"I was kidnapped."
"Raped."
"Controlled into killing people."
"And now all I can do is stand here and throw this damned ball!!!"
Bang!
The rubber ball in her hand smashed hard into the wall. The ball burst on impact, and cracks spiderwebbed across the surface.
The woman who had just screamed in rage quietly left.
People came and went on the street, but none of it brought her even a shred of optimism.
Or rather, optimism had already vanished from her life.
She was Jessica Jones, once Hell's Kitchen's superhero "Jewel," and now a piece-of-dog-shit private detective, a drunk, and a woman who slept around.
Head lowered, hands jammed into her pockets, she walked like a thief.
But inside, she was thinking.
Only alcohol and being drunk could give her a brief numbness, a brief illusion of hope.
Maybe also that kind of fiery, not-so-normal sex?
So where could she find what she wanted…
She stared around blankly.
Then she thought of her detective agency. At least yesterday she'd made a bit of money snapping photos of an old man cheating.
"Go somewhere decent and spend it all, like the best Bazaar."
So she followed her memory to Golden Tower.
Then she felt like she'd gotten lost.
Drinking had become instinct. She felt drunk before she even drank. Had she lost the ability to recognize streets too?
Why the hell had Golden Tower turned into Heisenberg Tower?
Heisenberg, the bastard who put his name on this building, you'd better pray the club hasn't changed, and you'd better pray I can still have fun.
Otherwise I'll smash you to death.
"Ahhh fuck, fuckfuckfuck!!!"
"Come on, you spineless bastard, come drink against me and see how much you can handle!"
Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp!
"Is that big belly of yours pregnant with your own kid or what?"
"Hit me, hah, I can't wait!"
Boom!!!
Clang bang crash!
Wham!
Bang!
…
A little after 11:20 PM11:20 PM, Heisenberg, sitting in a booth chatting with Coulson, had no choice but to accept the fact that someone was making trouble in his club.
Seeing Heisenberg stand up in irritation, Coulson raised a hand, a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Heisenberg," he called.
"I… want to say a word for those drunks. They're just drunk, but they don't deserve to die, right?"
"Mhm." Heisenberg grunted and turned to leave, abandoning Coulson alone in the booth to stew in anxiety.
Coulson couldn't tell whether that response meant Heisenberg had listened, or hadn't.
As for Heisenberg.
Smack… smack… smack!
He clapped his hands hard.
Visible shockwaves burst from his palms, blowing everyone within more than ten meters off balance, staggering back a few steps.
The sound was even louder.
Heisenberg originally meant to use the noise to make the drunks stop. His club had been open for over a week, and the people who hung around here all knew his temper.
But today was clearly different.
As the clapping rang out, both sides in the brawl, one side stopped at once.
But one woman, a woman who looked a bit thin but was obviously freakishly strong, kept swinging like a madwoman.
She even lifted a burly man who had to be at least 180180 jin straight up with one hand, then used the other hand to smash his gut!
Heisenberg broke into a delighted grin.
"Wooow."
He praised her in surprise, then smiled as he glanced around and spoke to the customers watching.
"That's one hot rose, isn't it?"
"Absolutely, Boss, get her!"
"Boss, she's yours, go for it!"
"Look at that punch, it's got power just like the Boss!"
"She belongs in Mr. Heisenberg's bed, no question!"
The customers started spitting filthy lines, as expected, but those words only made the enraged woman even more furious.
She didn't feel like turning around and beating the entire club yet.
So she decided to pour all that rage into the fat man in front of her.
Thud!
A brutal punch slammed into his diaphragm. He spat out a mouthful of foamy blood.
"Aren't you just trying to sleep with me, trying to get me drunk, trying to see what I look like under these clothes?"
Thud!
Another vicious punch.
This time the fat man even coughed up bits of organs.
"Can't outdrink me, so you drug my cup? You really have to be this fucking low?"
Bang!
She threw another punch, then froze.
Someone had lightly caught her fist.
When she looked up at the man in front of her, she felt like the hand gripping her arm wasn't using any strength at all.
That made her genuinely shocked.
Then Heisenberg spoke.
"If you land that punch, he's really going to die. Are you sure you're ready?"
The moment he finished, the woman seemed to remember something.
She lurched backward, then squatted on the ground helplessly.
Her expression twisted, torn apart, like she'd just thought of something horrifying.
But that loss of control only lasted an instant.
The next second, she stood up again, her face vicious as she shouted at Heisenberg.
"Who the fuck are you, sticking your nose into my business…"
"Me?" Heisenberg smiled. "The boss here."
"So it's you."
She didn't care that he was the boss at all. She swung a hard punch into his chest.
Heisenberg didn't dodge.
Clang!!!
No one expected that when her fist hit Heisenberg's chest, it would sound like metal slamming into steel.
The woman staggered back three steps from the shock.
"Holy shit!"
She was stunned. She shook her hand in pain, eyes wide as she stared at Heisenberg.
"You really are strong. Come on, fight me. If you win, you can play with me. How about that?"
"Hahaha, sure." Heisenberg's mood climbed higher and higher as he felt that terrifying strength that didn't belong to a normal person, and the heavy, miserable gloom wrapped around her like a curse.
He basically knew who this poor woman was.
"Even though your mouth has more dirty words than I've heard in my whole life, I'd rather your mouth end up with a little extra, something of mine."
She didn't give him time to think further. Her right foot stomped the floor as she charged him with everything she had.
Three sections of the club floor shattered instantly.
But the poor woman.
So what if she could crack the floor?
Heisenberg wrapped her into his arms with one hand.
"Everyone heard that, right? If I win, I get to play with her, so we're leaving."
"Someone take the injured idiots to the hospital. Everyone else, keep partying. Tonight, everything is on me!"
Even though the woman kept struggling in his arms, Heisenberg didn't care. Amid the roaring cheers, he carried her back to his top-floor villa.
That night was wild.
Her body was far tougher than a normal human's, and her hunger for it was heavier than anyone else's.
She even craved getting hurt during it.
And Heisenberg.
For once, he let himself be a bit more unrestrained.
Most of the people he "fought" were ordinary. He always had to hold back too much. Only with someone like this could he finally loosen up.
No idea how she felt, but Heisenberg's bed collapsed.
Early the next morning, Heisenberg woke up on the floor.
He checked the time. Not even 6:006:00.
So he slapped the woman's butt in annoyance.
If she wasn't trying to sneak away this early, why would he have to suffer the misery of waking up so soon?
At the slap, the woman, who was quietly getting dressed, froze.
Then she turned around fast, smiled, kissed Heisenberg's cheek, and said, "You did great last night. I'm satisfied."
"But I'm broke, so no tip for you. OK?"
"Damn it." Heisenberg was immediately unhappy. He yanked her into his arms.
"You're not leaving that easily. Morning workout."
"Hmph. Like I'm scared of you."
…
While they kept going, the fully awake woman seemed to remember something. She strained to turn her head and shouted at Heisenberg, who was working just as hard.
"I'm Jessica Jones. Damn it, it's embarrassing, but I want you to know my name!"
"And what, you want me to shout it when you're up in the sky?" Heisenberg bit her ear as he spoke.
When they finally finished, it was already 7:207:20.
No matter how strong she was, she was out of energy.
Heisenberg carried her into the shower, then dragged her to the lounge chair afterward.
He had a server bring breakfast, and the two of them ate while lying down with zero shame.
As she ate, Jessica kept lifting her head like she wanted to say something.
Every time Heisenberg looked over, she lowered it again.
After several rounds, Heisenberg couldn't help asking.
"Curious? Now that you're sober, you finally remembered who I am?"
"I did." Jessica nodded. "Heisenberg, right? The recently famous one."
"Kingpin's killer. The new king of New York's dark empire. The Injustice Superman from rumors. And the savage who's really good in bed."
"Which title do you like best?"
As she spoke, she stretched out a foot that was shockingly pale and rubbed her toes against Heisenberg's chest.
Heisenberg caught her foot, tugged it toward himself, and replied, "The one where you praised me."
"Tch." Jessica pulled her foot back under her nightdress and kept eating.
After breakfast, Jessica didn't even do makeup. She just tied her hair up and prepared to leave.
Heisenberg didn't stop her right away, even though he truly liked this woman, once Jewel, now tortured until she was covered in wounds by the Purple Man.
But precisely because he liked her, that was why.
Around 11:0011:00, Heisenberg put on the suit Barbara had picked for him, along with Terminator-style sunglasses.
He got into the Bentley Kingpin used to ride in, took the address Billy had provided for Jessica Jones Investigations, and set off.
…
Jessica, dressed in clothes so simple they were almost shabby, walked out of her office with a bored face.
She hadn't even taken two steps when she saw an old friend.
"Hey, Jessica. You look great today. That club I recommended for venting anger, did it help?"
"Heh." Jessica curled her lip. "I'm even angrier."
Hearing that, her friend looked her up and down.
"Tsk tsk. You don't look angrier. You look satisfied."
"What kind of man did you meet last night? Was he good?"
"Hah. If you mean that, he was insanely good." For once, Jessica looked a little more alive. "So good my waist almost snapped. Long time, strong force, whoosh!"
She even whistled at the end.
Her friend immediately laughed with a face full of innuendo.
When women get together, what else is there to talk about, right?
They chatted for a while, then split up. Jessica walked out of the building where her office was and headed for the nearest fast-food place to grab something to eat.
But the instant she stepped out the front door…
"Ahhhhh!!!"
A chain of screams burst out of her.
And when the screaming stopped, she was already floating outside the atmosphere.
She stared at a satellite that felt close enough to touch, then looked down at the blue Earth beneath her.
Jessica blinked twice, then glared hard at Heisenberg, who was holding her.
"Are you really Superman?"
Heisenberg thought for a moment, then nodded and shook his head.
"Jessica, I looked into your past. I found a disgusting bastard, and the things he did, things that make me furious."
"So I figured you needed a miracle, and I'm giving you one."
Heisenberg pressed his face to Jessica's pale cheek.
"You asked if I'm Superman. I'm not."
"I do have strength like Superman, but I'm going to personally butcher the one who hurt you."
"I'll crush him into meat paste with my own hands, then throw him into the sun."
"Superman isn't as cruel as me, right?"
"So Superman was never my hero."
Jessica said that, and she started crying.
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