As Axel finished speaking, a grin spread across his face. Laughing, he continued, "I was worried about what to do after scouting the Sky Rail and visiting the Balding Owner at the gun store. Now I've got a plan! After I finish my errands, I'll swing by Wayne Group and give Bruce a direct shock. Damn it! I haven't even had a chance to wreak havoc in Gotham, and he already hits me with some mysterious test party. Does he think I'm the head villain of a global event?!"
Crossing his legs, Axel hummed a tune, clearly in high spirits.
Selina pouted, poking him in the chest. "The most important thing isn't planning your revenge, it's finding some clothes! Are you really going to go to Wayne Group wearing only my overcoat? You better watch the air conditioning, or Bruce Wayne might think you're trying to proposition him!"
Selina laughed, leaving Victor to nervously pray to whatever higher power might be listening. His heart wasn't built for chaos like this; normal people wouldn't volunteer for Hell on Earth.
The Sky Rail soon stopped near the Gunfire Feast. Axel led Victor and Selina off the platform and into a nearby clothing store. While Axel changed, Victor held his gun with a grim expression, keeping the clerk in check. "Madam, I haven't robbed a clothing store in over ten years! Damn it, this is so outdated. Can't the boss just pay? It's just one set of clothes! Hands on your head, don't move!"
Meanwhile, Selina strolled through the women's section, inspecting the new designs. Remembering Victor's earlier question, she replied without looking up.
"Whether there's money is one thing; whether it's spent is another. Axel clearly doesn't like spending. We all have quirks—I enjoy borrowing treasures to play with. What about you, Victor? Any quirks?"
Victor smirked. "Killing people with a high-rate, low-power submachine gun, just to watch them struggle as they're riddled with bullets—that's my quirk."
Selina paused, then scoffed. "Hellish, indeed."
"Can we not talk about Hell? Otherwise, I can't do my job," Victor muttered, giving her the middle finger.
Axel emerged from the fitting room, casually draping Selina's overcoat over her shoulders, and wrapped an arm around her. Selina shrugged irritably.
"This overcoat barely covers your ass and your 'big bird.' Are you sure I should still wear this?"
"Damn it, aren't there a whole house full of coats? Pick one yourself!" Axel said, releasing her and heading straight for the Gunfire Feast.
Victor leaned toward Selina. "Looks like Axel has a hellish hobby too: he doesn't pamper women, haha."
"Bullshit!" Selina kicked him with a heel, then strutted behind Axel into the Balding Owner's store.
On a nearby street, two police officers looked at each other and swallowed hard.
"The clothing store called the police."
"So what? You going to deal with it?"
"I don't know, that's why I asked your opinion."
"My opinion? Go to the bathroom, my stomach hurts like hell."
"Me too."
The officers quietly left. Clerks from the store, seeing them flee, shouted after them.
"Police! Help! Someone robbed us!"
"Damn it, help! Someone's trying to harm the police!"
The terrified officers ran faster than the clerks, forcing them to call 911 again.
"911, state your situation as concisely as possible."
"Hello, police? We're at 326 East Cross Street, Burnley District, across from Little Italy. Two men and a woman just stole a set of unreleased autumn clothing worth eighty-four thousand dollars and two sets of jewelry worth four hundred thousand dollars! And the patrol officers on South Cross Street ran faster than rats when we were robbed!"
The dispatcher, having dealt with Gotham chaos countless times, sighed. Specialists were dispatched, and the case was logged, though the central station advised disregard. The phones kept ringing, officers hid, and the city carried on in typical Gotham fashion.
Meanwhile, Axel arrived at the gun store and embraced the Balding Owner.
"Old buddy!" Axel clapped him on the back. "Didn't expect it, huh? Not only am I alive, I also chased Falcone out of Gotham!"
"Damn, you're amazing, kid!" the old man said, clapping Axel on the back. "I don't doubt you anymore. Even if you told me you 'did' Falcone's daughter, I wouldn't say no. You're the ultimate winner, and whatever a winner says is right!"
He planted a big kiss on Axel's cheek, only to be pushed aside in disgust.
The old man then noticed the two with Axel. "Look who it is! Isn't this the hairless devil, Victor Zsasz? You rarely come to my small store!"
Victor laughed. "If I had come before, you'd already be dead by my hand, Big Jimmy." They shook hands briefly.
Turning to Selina, the old man gave a thumbs-up. "If I had Axel's skill when I was young, I'd have a beauty like you by my side. Please wait; I'll get you a chair."
Selina sat, adjusting her overcoat.
"May I know your name, Madam?"
Heh heh, Selina replied irritably, "Haven't you already guessed? I'm… Falcone's daughter, as you just said!"
"My Theo~~~~!?" the old man exclaimed.