Since Connor's place didn't have any women's clothes, Harley had no choice but to leave the house in men's clothing the next day.
Simple jeans and a white shirt made Harley Quinn look sharply stylish.
The only problem was that the shirt was far too loose on her—and with nothing underneath, every sway of her step caused a distracting bounce that left Connor mentally bracing himself.
And so, "sun high in the sky" became a verb. By the time the two actually stepped out, it was nearly noon.
Originally, Connor had planned that his first official act with Harley would be to stir up some trouble—either Harley getting revenge on the Joker, or him hunting down some juicy superhero gossip. Something worthy of a transmigrator's debut.
But what he never expected was that their first task… would be clothes shopping.
Under Connor's "subtle" guidance, Harley tried on black stockings, short shorts, tight tees—all of which hugged her fiery figure and drew stares as they walked the street.
[Today's Scoop: Harley Quinn's Black Stockings]
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Connor dragged his eyes away from her long legs and casually tapped "No" on his system interface. He was just about to take the car—stolen from last night's unfortunate driver—for a spin around Arkham Asylum when his Spider Sense triggered.
No… this wasn't a warning…
It felt different—more like instinct. The information rushed into his brain, not as danger, but… attraction.
"Get in!"
He yanked open the car door and jumped in. Harley, quick as ever, slipped through the opposite window with ease.
"Hey, lil' Pa, we raising hell now? I know where we can score some serious firepower!"
Harley was practically bouncing in the passenger seat. If this were a convertible, she'd have been standing already. As it was, she reclined with her long legs—encased in those black stockings—propped up on the dash.
"You can get weapons?"
The engine roared, and Connor shot into the street, one hand on the wheel, side-eying Harley.
"Sure! The Joker broke out of Arkham 'cause I smuggled him the guns and explosives… then he dumped me. Oh—and lil' Pa, you're going the wrong way."
Connor nodded, noting how the Joker had escaped—but he ignored Harley's route correction entirely.
He wasn't going to Arkham. He was chasing that mysterious tug from his Spider Sense.
Whoosh!
A blur darted through the skyscrapers above. Connor spotted the agile figure—the very source of the pull.
"Ooooh! Lil' Pa, you chasing that one?" Harley also spotted the figure overhead and completely forgot about weapons. She half-hung out the window, yelling up:
"Woooohoooo!"
She had no idea who the person was or why they were chasing them—she was just high off the thrill of speed and chaos.
Smack!
Connor slapped her rear, urging her back into her seat, then floored the gas pedal.
They hadn't even caught up yet when the police showed up—sirens blaring, thanks to Connor's reckless disregard for traffic laws.
"When we split, I'll go after them. You cause a diversion—but don't get caught."
After tearing through several intersections, Connor pulled into a parking space and acted like he'd just parked casually. He turned to Harley:
"You know where I live. Meet me on the rooftop."
He grinned and got out before she could object. Harley Quinn wasn't the type you sweet-talk. She wasn't some fragile little girl.
Even though he hadn't reached Arkham, the police chase had already fulfilled his goal—causing enough of a stir for his gossip system.
—Harley would create chaos, and he'd chase that figure.
It wasn't much, just a small scoop: "Harley Quinn Causes Chaos Downtown"—but it was better than nothing. Couldn't exactly send her to challenge Batman just yet.
Harley looked like she wanted to join him in chasing the mysterious figure, but given the situation, she reluctantly climbed into the driver's seat.
Sirens and engine roars faded into the distance. Connor looked up—no sign of the figure, but the Spider Sense was still active. He scanned his surroundings, found a fire escape, and started climbing fast.
It didn't take him long to reach the rooftop—but it was empty.
"That's weird. The Spider Sense definitely led me here…"
Suddenly, a tight grip wrapped around his ankle, and Connor was yanked upside down, dangling in midair.
Crap. Got careless!
Before he could react, his hands were bound too—no chance of escape.
Even so, the Spider Sense gave no danger warning. Connor started to wonder if the system was malfunctioning.
But then, a figure appeared in his line of sight—a woman in a red-gray-white skintight suit, half her face covered by a red mask.
Short shoulder-length hair. A web pattern across her suit. An undeniably curvaceous figure beneath. Red mask…
Connor knew exactly who she was:
Silk—Cindy Moon!
In that instant, everything clicked. The Spider Sense hadn't failed—it just hadn't sensed danger.
She had no ill intent. They were both spider-powered, and their senses were like magnets—pulling them together.
In the comics, Spider Sense often drew Silk and Spider-Man into an instant, electric connection.
"Hi—"
Connor tried to speak, but before the word was out, her soft lips—hidden beneath the red mask—sealed his.
"!!!"
Coming in hot from the start?! The comics didn't lie!
His eyes widened as he stared at her beautiful face—so different from Harley's wild allure. Cindy had black hair, dark eyes, and a quiet, classical elegance.
[Today's Scoop: Encounter with Cindy Moon]
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