◇ I'll be dropping one bonus chapters for every 10 reviews.
◇ One bonus chapter will be released for every 100 Power Stones. or 500 Collections
◇ You can read 40 chapter ahead on P@treon. if you're interested: patreon.com/Heroicverse
------------------------------------------------
"Huh?" Harley was stunned, clearly not expecting to be rejected like that. "...Right, I look like a ghost now... I must be really ugly."
It must be said, even at the end of her life, this woman still exuded a fatal charm.
Homelander smiled and gently shook his head.
"Sorry, sweetheart."
"Though your offer is tempting."
"But..." He extended a finger and flicked it across Harley's nose.
"Your face is now as messed up as a rotten tomato that's been stepped on."
Harley stared blankly at him, then suddenly laughed.
"Haha... rotten tomato... cough cough... you're the first man to say that about me..."
"You're... so sharp-tongued..."
"But I like it... cough cough... I really want to go on a date with you, but there's no chance now..."
Harley's eyes slowly began to close, the flame of life about to extinguish.
"Who said there's no chance?" Homelander leaned close to her ear and whispered, "...That date will happen after you wash your face and put on a pretty dress."
With that, Homelander flipped his palm.
He pulled out a purple and white metal ball.
"Mister Batman, step back a bit," Homelander said to Bruce. "Give me some space."
Bruce frowned but obediently took two steps back.
"It's decided, Ego."
Homelander casually tossed the ball onto the ground.
An energy brain, glowing with a faint blue light, appeared out of thin air above the ruins.
"What is this?!"
Bruce Wayne, the well-informed Dark Knight, couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment.
He cautiously stepped back half a pace, his hand on his utility belt.
"Don't be nervous, this is my personal Doctor."
Homelander pointed at Harley on the ground.
"Heal her, Ego. Don't leave any scars on my beautiful girl."
"Yes, Master."
Ego's brain emitted a wave of psychic energy.
Several blue energy tendrils extended from the brain, gently enveloping Harley's tattered body.
As a God capable of creating life and reshaping matter, even if he was not as powerful as before, healing a mortal's physical injuries was effortless.
Under Batman's shocked gaze.
Blue light surged.
Harley's abdominal wound healed at a visible rate, broken bones reconnected, and damaged internal organs were repaired.
Even the skin on her face, blackened by gunpowder smoke, became fair and smooth again.
In just over ten seconds.
Harley Quinn, who had been on the verge of death moments ago, took a deep breath and sat right up.
"Whoosh!"
She touched her stomach, then her face.
"I... I'm not dead?"
Harley, incredulous, bounced up and down like a monkey, picked up her baseball bat, and swung it a few times with force.
"Wow! Haha! I feel great! Haven't felt this energized in a long time!"
She turned around, looked at Homelander, and made no attempt to hide the hearts popping out of her eyes.
"Alright, since you saved me... from now on, you're mine!"
With that, she hugged Homelander's arm and shouted, "I declare! From today onwards, you are my 'Candy Man'!"
Prompt! Gained special popularity value +20000 (from Harley Quinn)
Hearing the pleasant prompt in his mind, Homelander nodded in satisfaction.
Not bad, saving this girl was worth it.
He then waved his hand, recalling Ego into the Master Ball.
"Candy Man? That name sounds... that name sounds sticky."
"I just like sticky things!" Harley's big eyes blinked twice, and she licked her lips with her tongue.
At this moment, Batman finally approached.
He didn't relax his guard because of Harley's revival; instead, he was somewhat wary.
The power this man displayed was too strange.
Heat Vision, flight, and this outfit. He could even summon this never-before-seen creature for healing.
"Who exactly are you?"
Bruce asked in a deep voice, with his characteristic Batman vocal tone.
"Months have passed since Darkseid's invasion."
"Earth's defenses have collapsed, the Justice League has been defeated, and every corner of the World is burning."
"If you're a metahuman on Earth, I shouldn't have not heard of you."
Batman's sharp eyes stared intently at Homelander.
"You can fly, you have Heat Vision, your uniform..."
"Are you an alien? A Kryptonian?"
"After all, your outfit is too similar to his."
"Of course, Superman, Son of Krypton, Kal-El," Batman said in a deep voice.
"All Earthlings know him. You possess his powers, yet deny being his compatriot?"
"Superman?"
Homelander scoffed and shook his head.
"That name sounds less tasteful than mine. Don't compare me to that kid."
"I am Homelander."
With that, Homelander took a step back, slightly raised his chin, displaying the perfect pose he had practiced countless times in front of cameras, then sharply turned around.
"Whoosh—"
His pristine stars and stripes cape fluttered in the wind.
"Look at this."
Homelander gave a thumbs up, pointing to his back.
Bruce was startled, his gaze subconsciously falling on the perfectly outlined gluteus maximus in the tight suit, its contours perky, firm, and full of explosive power.
He frowned, his mind racing.
What kind of tactical move is this?
Is this some kind of provocation? Or some kind of hint?
Harley Quinn, on the other hand, reacted completely differently.
"Woohoo—!"
Harley let out a wolf whistle, her eyes gleaming.
"That butt... it's amazing!"
"I love that perky butt! This is definitely America's butt! No! It's the World's butt!"
She excitedly jumped behind Homelander, wanting to reach out and pat it.
"Candy Man! We absolutely must have a date tonight! Just for that butt, I'd be willing to rob a bank for you!"
Prompt! Gained special popularity value +10000 (from Harley Quinn)
Homelander turned around, looking at Batman, who was seriously analyzing tactics, and Harley, who had a doting expression.
The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"..."
"I mean..."
Homelander suppressed the urge to throw these two into space, grabbed his cape, and shook it.
"I'm telling you to look at the cape! Look at this flag!"
"stars and stripes! Understand?!"
"What alien would wear the stars and stripes? Huh?!"
Homelander pointed at the stars and stripes on the cape, a look of exasperation on his face.
"Can your focus not be so lewd?!"
Batman: "..."
Harley: "Hehe, but it really is very perky."
Just as this awkward atmosphere spread.
"Boom—boom—"
The roar of an engine came from afar, and a modified off-road vehicle approached, kicking up dust.
Homelander's gaze sharpened, seeing two people in the car.
One was a Black man, mostly mechanical, with only half his face still human.
The other wore orange and black tactical armor, carried a long sword on his back, and held an assault rifle.