After deciding Jack Bright's fate and implementing strict surveillance and containment protocols, Dante dismissed the rest of the team.
Although Wanda and Pietro had officially joined the Federal Bureau of Investigation a month ago, they were in such rough shape at the time that Dante had them move straight into his home.
Ada took it upon herself to give the two curious little troublemakers and Jack Bright a full tour of FBI Headquarters.
Even at night, the Federal Bureau of Investigation's departments remained fully operational.
Thor was still painfully out of touch with Midgard culture, so Hela and Loki decided to drag him off to sample the local cuisine… naturally, all charged to Dante's government card.
Everyone dispersed, leaving only Harley Quinn unusually quiet beside Dante.
"What's up, Harley?" Dante asked as they stepped into the elevator. "You're way too quiet today. This is very un-Harley Quinn behavior."
"Oh, my Pudding~ Even a dazzling little maniac like me has those few days a month when the madness wears thin and I start craving a normal life…"
Dante mentally translated that sentence.
Oh.
Her period.
He hit the button for B5—the Federal Bureau of Investigation's special prison for superpowered offenders.
As the elevator descended, Dante stood silently beside Harley Quinn.
Just as the doors were about to close, Harley suddenly launched herself at Dante and started biting him.
The floor display ticked down: 1… B1… B2… B3… B4… B5.
Ding—
The doors opened.
Dante calmly wiped the lipstick off his right cheek and peeled Harley off him.
Turns out it wasn't her period.
She was just insanely pent-up.
Ever since Harley had shifted her affections from Joker to Dante, this was the first time they'd been apart for over twenty-four hours.
That barrage of kisses had even startled Dante a bit.
Not that it didn't feel good.
Sure, Harley's sanity was… negotiable. But her face? Absolutely killer.
And she moved like lightning—when she pounced just now, Dante immediately felt the insane flexibility in her body.
"Woohoo~ Pudding energy replenished!"
"You've replenished alright. Tomorrow, Internal Affairs is gonna file a full misconduct report straight to Fury's desk!"
"Oooh, scared, are you?"
"Scared of who?" Dante raised his brow.
"Then… since no one's watching… just one last kiss… Mmph!"
Dante finally gave in to Harley's temptation and pressed her up against the wall.
Lips locked.
Sure, he was a virgin—but not an idiot.
When meat was literally at his mouth, he didn't hesitate.
He kind of… missed her too.
But then—
"Bloody hell, you FBI people roll like this? Is it too late for me to apply?"
"Shut it, you magical bastard. Someone like you in the FBI? Only if the whole Bureau had their brains eaten by zombies."
"Hmmm… So kissing can work like that. Good material for later."
Three voices, all deeply sarcastic.
Constantine. Captain Cold. Heat Wave.
Dante and Harley Quinn had been too caught up in each other to notice that their, uh, audience was located just a few meters from the elevator.
The three inmates casually threw jabs at them.
But neither Dante nor Harley flinched. Thick skin, both of them.
Instead, they turned and silently stared down the peanut gallery.
Eventually, even Constantine and the other two realized something was off—and shut up.
"Everyone calmed down now?" Dante tilted his head. "Do you three not fully grasp your situation yet?"
"You don't think I locked you up here just for fun, do you?"
"Uh… I mean, even the FBI has to follow basic law, right…" Snart muttered.
"To hell with basic law, Snart." Dante strolled to his cell door, grinning. "From today on, all superpowered and special-skilled criminals will be detained directly by the FBI. And trust me—I've got the clearance to make it stick."
He chuckled to himself, remembering the absolute genius who once thought it was a good idea to keep supercriminals in regular prisons.
Before the trio could react, Dante suddenly spun around.
"Who's there? Come out. Now."
Silence.
Not just the prisoners—even Harley looked thrown off.
But Dante didn't waver. He pointed toward the far corner of the holding area and said coldly:
"I'll only count to three. All six of you in that corner—get out. Don't make me say it again."
The corner looked empty.
But then—
"Hi! Dante! Don't go White Lantern on us! Don't banish us to the Dark Dimension!"
"Idiot! He's not White Lantern right now! And he's not Sorcerer Supreme either!"
"Crap, did that just mess up the timeline?!"
"The timeline isn't that fragile, but could you not run your mouth?"
"Okay, okay, you win, Professor Stein. Happy now?"
The light and shadows in the corner warped, and a group of odd-looking individuals slowly emerged into view.
Leading the group was a stunning blonde woman with an athletic build, clad in a sleek, form-fitting white combat suit.
"Long time no see, Dante."
"…Uh, who are you? And how the hell did you get into FBI HQ?"
"My bad—we always forget you're not the you we know yet," the blonde said apologetically. "I'm a Level Five Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Codename: White Canary. Real name: Sara Lance. I'm part of the FBI's special unit—'The Legendary Team.'"
"The Legendary Team?"
Dante's eyes widened.
What the hell?
Since when did the Legends become an official FBI unit?
This had to be some kind of sick joke.
"The FBI doesn't have a team like that," Harley muttered with a frown. "I mean, I'm crazy, not stupid. Don't lie to me."
Sara Lance shook her head.
"Of course the current FBI doesn't have us. That's because we're from the future."
"And the reason we traveled back to this point in time to meet you—here, in the Bureau—is because you, in the future, gave us this mission."
"Acting Director of the United States General Bureau… Agent Dante Alighieri."
(To be continued.)
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