blueteamnovel Chapter 83 — Is She Really That Strong?
Chapter 83 — Is She Really That Strong?
Completely unaware that the GCPD had already labeled her “the ruthless one,” Thea cut through the dawn air like a gust of wind, racing back toward Gotham University.Sure enough, Catwoman hadn’t lied — the battle there was over.
Because of the number of civilians in the area, the A.R.G.U.S. gunship had only dared to circle menacingly overhead. Spraying the crowd below with heavy machine-gun fire wasn’t exactly on the table. So the fight had been short, sharp, and, compared to the blood-soaked massacre Thea had left behind on the highway, almost civilized.
Here and there, GCPD officers were spraying mist from canisters, neutralizing the remnants of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. The acrid stench clung to the air.urned away. She’d been around Bruce long enough to know when to make herself scarce. It wouldn’t do for the “mentor” to catch the kids in some sappy display of affection.
As she wandered off, something else caught her eye — two GCPD officers struggling to unload a man from one of the trucks. The guy had three arrows sticking out of him like flagpoles.
Catwoman squinted.
Ah. That has Thea written all over it.
She hadn’t witnessed Thea’s fighting firsthand, but let’s be honest — who else in Gotham still used a bow and arrow?
Curious, she wandered closer for a better look.
The victim’s outfit was unmistakable — standard-issue armor and helmet from Scarecrow’s squad. Those armored suits had been a nightmare to fight; she and Barbara had each barely managed to take down their share — four for her, three for Barbara — and even then they were both half-dead from exhaustion.
By comparison, the sight in front of her was… staggering.
More trucks arrived, each unloading more of Scarecrow’s men, all similarly skewered with arrows — arms, legs, shoulders, none fatal, but none superficial either. In total, thirty of them lay side by side on the ground, like props in a medieval war film after the extras had finished playing dead.
Catwoman’s composure slipped from calm curiosity, to surprise… and finally, open-mouthed disbelief.
She… she took down this many? Alone?
Meanwhile, a few police officers had tried to remove the arrows for medical treatment — only to realize Thea’s custom shafts weren’t ordinary. Each one had barbed heads, designed to cause maximum trauma coming out.
One unlucky rookie learned that lesson the hard way. He yanked too hard, tearing the wound open into a gaping hole that sprayed blood like a fountain.
Fortunately, Gotham’s police academy still taught first aid. He wrapped the man’s arm in rags and somehow kept him alive, but no one else dared touch the arrows after that.
“Leave them in,” another officer muttered. “If it’s still stuck, he’s still breathing.”
Nobody argued.
So the criminals were left in their impromptu acupuncture treatment, laid out neatly on the asphalt, waiting for medics.
Catwoman stood over the grisly display, speechless.
Thirty armed men… every one alive but crippled…
Her tail of a thought twisted between awe and fear.
Just what kind of monster is that girl?