Indescribable Comparisons

The official medical staff of the police station had been scattered during the previous city riots. This time, those who came with them were personnel from the A.R.G.U.S. organization's laboratory, along with a few experienced field medics.

These individuals were adept at handling gunshot and electric shock wounds. However, when they saw the multitude of arrow injuries, they were taken aback. As the officers handed them two plastic bags filled with severed hands and feet, their expressions could only be described as dumbfounded.

The scene's blood smell interrupted Barbara and Robin's heart-to-heart conversation. Robin, still groggy, didn't understand what had happened, but Barbara was fully aware. "Did she do all of this?" she asked.

"As far as I know, she's the only one in Gotham who's proficient in archery," Catwoman replied, looking at the two bags of severed hands and feet with a sour expression, perhaps recalling some unpleasant memories. 

Barbara was speechless. She counted the number of people on the ground—thirty in total. Although some of them didn't look like criminals at first glance, since they were here, they were definitely accomplices or something. In her mind, she automatically conjured up the image of Thea facing over thirty people, shooting them down like a swarm of locusts with deadly precision.

Recalling how Thea had no signs of injury when she entered the command vehicle, Barbara was shocked. Had she really defeated more than thirty people without a scratch? Barbara was stunned by this fact. Although she wasn't in the best condition today, she could barely handle three opponents. Her limit was probably five. In a situation like this, where thirty people rushed at her, perhaps only Batman could handle it.

Perhaps her own strength wasn't as good as she thought. The unexpected success of Thea's clever tactics made Barbara even less confident. But she quickly regained her composure. Since she wasn't as good as others, she'd work hard to catch up. When Batman returned, she'd definitely train harder.

When Catwoman and the others returned to the command vehicle, they found the culprit of the Gotham Highway massacre lying on the table and sound asleep in a very unprofessional manner.

At this point, Thea had changed into her usual attire. Unsure if there would be further combat and feeling the heat inside the vehicle, she only wore a sleeveless crop top and hot pants, with flip-flops on her feet. She was sleeping soundly with her head tilted.

Her long legs glimmered in the reflection inside the car, catching Robin's attention. Robin hadn't fully recovered yet, and his resistance was surprisingly low. He unconsciously glanced at her legs a few more times.

"Cough cough," Barbara gave her boyfriend a stern look while also wondering if she was really that much more powerful than herself. Seeing her lazy demeanor, Barbara's previously firm belief wavered.

"Wake up; don't fall asleep," Catwoman nudged her.

"Who is it? Leave the meeting documents on my desk; I'll sign them later," Thea mumbled in a daze, not even looking at the others before her head sank back down.

Oh dear, everyone had the same thought in mind. It seemed that this was how she worked in Starling City. It was a typical capitalist style—subordinates ran around breaking their legs while the leader slept soundly indoors. It was a wonder her family's conglomerate hadn't collapsed.

"Don't fall asleep; we still need to discuss our next steps," Catwoman acted as an alarm clock once again. This time, she didn't push Thea but shook her by the shoulder.

At that moment, Thea, who had just dreamt of herself wearing the Hulkbuster armor and pummeling Superman and stomping on Aquaman, when she felt the ground shaking. After a while, she realized it wasn't an earthquake but someone shaking her.

"Selina, stop messing around."

Rubbing her eyes, Thea looked at the group of people listlessly.

"Spill it," she began, but her gaze suddenly landed on Robin. It dawned on her that there was a man here, and she wasn't wearing much clothing. Thea's attire left little to the imagination, and she felt exposed. 

Previously, the team was almost entirely composed of women, and since the old commissioner was so old, he was automatically excluded from the men's team. She subconsciously felt safe in this environment, hence the scanty clothing. But now that she saw Robin, the only man present, she immediately felt the urge to bristle.

"I need to change my clothes. You, out," she practically spat out the words, and it was obvious who the "you" referred to.

In fact, the two women also felt uncomfortable with their clothes covered in blood and mud. Seeing Thea change into casual clothes, they were also tempted and simultaneously stared at Robin with piercing eyes, saying, "Out."

Poor Robin hadn't understood what was going on yet. He was forced out of the command vehicle by the three women's intense gazes. As he stepped outside, he wondered how he'd ended up there.

The three women, now free from the nuisance, immediately began the great endeavor of changing their clothes, which naturally included comparing each other's figures. Each person nonchalantly changed clothes, but in reality, their peripheral vision focused on the other two.

"Her skin is really good."

"Look at the size of her…"

As the silent comparisons continued among the three women, they discreetly sized each other up. The process was too intimate and involved many indescribable parts, so let's leave the specifics to one's imagination.

This time, Thea was dressed more formally, wearing a short-sleeved top, capri pants, and a pair of flat shoes. Her long brown-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Catwoman and Barbara also changed into casual clothes, with Catwoman's dressing style being the most daring. She wore a tight-fitting top that even Thea found suffocating to look at. This made her wonder, 'Isn't this outfit too tight? Shouldn't clothes be comfortable for relaxing?'

But personal freedom extends to both dressing and eating choices. If others want to dress like this, she has no right to interfere. She sighed and took out her phone to contact Commissioner Gordon and the others, and she also called Felicity, who found the sleeping arrangements uncomfortable and had gone to rest in another RV.

The others arrived quickly, and as they entered, Robin, who had been acting as a security guard outside the door, felt that there was no danger and cautiously followed them into the vehicle.

"Thea, the camp is still missing more than a hundred people." Commissioner Gordon had been counting the number of people. Previously, they had reclaimed one-third of the city, and there were several hundred people living intermittently in the campus area. People were moving in and out every day, making it difficult to keep track. He had to cross-reference three times before arriving at this figure.