Izuku looked over where Harley and Himiko were sitting down, talking to each other while munching on a bowl of cheese straws. "Is it helping?" He asked, glancing over at J'onn, who was watching with him.

"Given how they're still talking, it seems to be the case. I do not wish to intrude on Himiko's mind right now. Harley...her thoughts bounce from subject to subject with alarming ease;by the time I was done with her list of 'favorite bubblegum flavors', she was already well into notes about you and something called the Glorious Maiden Smasher. It's like keeping track of a bunch of Kindergarteners on a sugar rush." He shook his head as Harley looked back at them and winked before chugging down an energy drink.

"Glorious-wha?" Izuku stared in shock, face reddening.

"Don't look at me. You're the one who got the attention of her AND Pamela Isley." J'onn smirked.

"Oh, that reminds me." Harley added. "Red says she owes you a 'special' thank you for the power plant idea. She's already pitched her plans to Waynetech and Lexcorp!"

"Really?"

"Yep! They were a 'lil suspicious at first, buuuut since she used to be a bad guy…" She gave a 'what can you do?' shrug and went back to the conversation with Himiko.

A few minutes later, she patted the girl on the arm and went over to them.

Izuku look over. "So...there anything you can do for her?"

"Well, just hangin' 'round you guys is already helpin' her get through that 'evil Quirk, evil person' hooey, so I can work on the strain she got from her family." Harley replied.

"Anything I can do to help?"

Harley just smiled. "...ya know, just now she's in a similar spot to where I was when I first latched onta Joker. The fact ya really mean that, askin' ta help her...more than anyone ever did for me. She'll be just fine, long as she's got you lookin' out for her. And given the glomp she got ya with, yer already doin' it."

"And that leaves her getting control over her Quirk itself." J'onn said.

"Clark?" Izuku switched on his commlink, looking around. It was the third time in as many days that he'd seen that flicker of green during his treks through Gotham. It'd be just a glimpse of what looked like a dress of some kind, before disappearing.

"Something wrong, Zig?" The Man of Steel asked, picking up on the boy's slight unease.

"Just out of curiosity...have you guys ever had the feeling you're being followed? And not in the 'someone tagging along' sense."

"Can't say I have, personally. One of the advantages of flying. Why?"

"The last few days I've been spotting something green. Looks a little like someone in a dress, right before they duck out of sight. They're never farther than a rooftop over and..." He trailed off. "Hoo-boy…"

"Izuku? What's wrong?"

"I-I think I know; last week I was out testing some new additions to my suit Cyborg had made, and Jinx was giving me a rundown of some of the things I hadn't figured out yet."

"How about 'Adamant Steel'?" Jinx suggested, setting up a target dummy at the end of the alley. "Technically, it IS a brand new alloy, so we can name it whatever we want."

"I don't know...isn't that just another word for stubborn?' He asked as he materialized the armor.

"Yeah, but gotta admit. 'Zig, The Adamant Knight' sounds pretty awesome!" She smirked, doing a few flips on her way over to him. "All right, Cyborg told you we added a couple more toys, right?"

"Kind of. Didn't really specify what, though."

"Well, he fine-tuned the sensors a bit, mostly to kick up the range and put in a thermal scanner He added an emergency beacon in case you got stuck somewhere, as well as a Lockdown Mode."

"Dare I ask what that is?"

"Relax, Zuzu." She chirped. "It's mainly so in case you lose consciousness or something, the armor locks into place to keep any possible injuries from getting worse. Raven suggested a voice modulator to keep the baddies from recognizing it, and we put in an audio booster. It won't put you on par with Kara or Superman, but you shouldn't have much trouble hearing a conversation on the other side of a brick wall."

"That should come in pretty handy." He replied, looking towards the dummy. "So, what's this about the physical modifications you guys said you added?"

"Oh yeah. Ok, you know the ridge running down over the spine? The bit that kinda looks like reinforcement?"

"Yeah?" He reached behind to touch it, feeling the slightly angled addition, only to start when it suddenly disengaged into his hand. "Wha?" He pulled his hand back to reveal the 'Armor' expanding and unfold into a high-tech compound bow. "Whoa..."

"Yeah, heh. We know you're still training, but figured having a decent bow on hand would be a good idea"

"Nice!" He gave it a once-over. The dark colored metal felt surprisingly light, complete with a small sight that extended from the handle. It was then he saw something was missing. "Wait, where's the drawstring?"

Jinx bounced on her heels a little. "You'll see. But first, give your right wrist a flick."

"Why?"

She did a 'go on' motion. "Just do it."

He had no idea what she meant, but went ahead. His hand snapped back slightly, and one of Oliver's trick arrows appeared, emerging from a sigel on his forearm, and slid easily into his grip. "Let me guess, magical storage?"

"Bingo!" She chirped. "This way you can carry a fully loaded quiver's worth without having to reach back for them. Once you can start using the fancy ones, you just need to think about the one you want, flick it and viola! Arrow let us borrow one of his net arrows to make sure it worked. Now, just put it in the bow and draw back."

"All right…" Looking a little unsure, he did as she said. The moment the nock reached where the string would be, a wire-like line of light appeared between the bow arms. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Magic drawstring. Nice touch." He pulled back, noting that it felt solid. "What's the draw weight on it?"

Jinx shrugged. "Zatana and raven agreed that it'd be less of a hassle to set it to match up with your own strength." She watched him take aim and let the arrow fly with a faint whistling sound, followed by the dummy topping over from the impact of the net wrapping around.

"Izuku like." He grinned behind his visor. "What's this?" He watched as a set of numbers, calculating what apparently were draw strength, draw length and velocity before giving him an estimated distance of what the arrow's full potential range was. "Wow…" He looked at the finished calculation, "...that's a long way."

"Yeah, I think that's gonna pack a punch when you need it." Jinx bounced over while he put the bow back on. "Next up, since Batman decided to teach you tonfas, guess what else you got built in. Just picture drawing them."

Doing so had him watching as the weapons emerged from the side of both forearms, handles unfolding right into his palms. "Nice." He gave the metallic weapons a spin. Unfortunately, before he could ask her anything about them, a loud crash from around the corner grabbed their attention.

They turned just in time to see a thug come flying into view, out cold before he even landed. The sounds of fighting quickly followed. "Gang fight?" Izuku asked, rushing to the adjacent alley alongside Jinx.

"Maybe, you never know who's working for who-" She stopped when they rounded the turn.

Almost half a dozen other goons were strewn about the alley, some were unconscious, others were groaning in pain. Three were still standing, facing off against a girl with long dark hair. She seemed to be a year or two older than them, wearing what looked like a short green kimono and a grinning cat mask.

"You little bit-!" Once of the men snarled, only to cry in pain when she delivered a vicious low kick to his knee. The audible 'crack' meant he was out of the fight, and she was already flying into the others by the time he hit the ground.

"Wow, who's the cute kitty?" Izuku asked, causing the girl to glance their way before ducking under a pipe. She retaliated by hopping up to box the man's ears, followed by an axe kick that caught him hard in the jaw.

Jinx rolled her eyes. "That's what gets your initial attention?"

"Well, considering who I'm dating…" He grinned at her.

"You're so lucky you're adorable." She replied. "That's Cheshire. Supposedly she was trained as an assassin by some organization, dunno which, though. She tends to do more freelance mercenary jobs." A punch promptly let them know the fighting was over. Cheshire stood calmly in the middle of her handiwork, looking at the two.

Izuku just waved. "Um, hi. Don't mind us; we heard the fighting and came to see what's up."

Cheshire's head tilted to the side slightly, almost in a show of curiosity.

"Yeah...we probably should've offered to lend a hand, but you looked like you didn't really need any help with these guys. Nice job, though, steamrolled them."

Cheshire just stared at them for a moment before turning and walking off down the alley.

"Bye?" Izuku looked at Jinx. "I take it she's not one for conversation."

"We didn't think too much about it then, but now…"

"So, you think Cheshire is stalking you?" Superman asked. "She's fairly good at tracking someone, but that normally isn't her style."

"Dunno." Izuku glanced around after vaulting over a chimney. "So far it's like she's playing a weird round of hide-and-seek. You don't think she took the 'steamroll' bit the wrong way, do you?"

Superman chuckled a little. "I probably wouldn't worry about that. Cheshire's the kind of girl who'd take more offense to her skills being made fun of than her weight. As for the why, just keep an eye out. She definitely wouldn't bother without having some kind of reason."

"Maybe. Anyway, I'll try and do that. Zig out." He cut the feed and leaped over a small back alley to a building with a surprisingly large skylight.

"Better be careful." He said to himself. "Last thing I need to be mistaken for a peeEEYIKE!" He hollered when a large vine shot out through an opening in the windows and coiled around his feet with surprising speed, yanking him inside. "Hey! Keep your leaves to yourself, you overgrown kudzu!" He reached up to try and punch the vine. "Leggo!"

"Oh, Izuku. I didn't expect to see you today." A voice spoke up nearby. "I see you met part of my new security system."

He dropped back to see Poison Ivy walk up, wearing a lab coat over her usual foliage leotard. "Professor?" A glance around showed he was inside what looked like a greenhouse/botany lab. "This is your place?"

She patted the vine." You can let him go. He's all right." As it put him back down, she grinned and wrapped him up in a hug. "You have NO idea how much good luck you are!"

"I am?" He asked, shutting off his suit when he let her go.

"Not only have Waynetech and Lexcorp agreed to deals concerning my 'power' plants, but STARLabs is showing interest for possible interplanetary and deep sea projects!" She let out a giddy squeal.

"That's great...but aren't you worried that Luthor might try and use your creations for something sneaky? It's no secret that he's...well…"

"A jerk?" She led him to a door on the opposite side of the room. "True, but I made sure to let them both know my little generators have a failsafe built right into their dna. Anyone tries to modify them for something other than what they're meant for, they'll self-destruct, melting down into several hundred pounds of foul-smelling sludge."

He chuckled a little. "That's one way to protect your equipment."

"Not to mention the money. Harley fainted in glee at the zeros. Anyway, I got something I really think you'll personally enjoy seeing."

'What is it?"

"Don't want to spoil the surprise." She headed down the hall, with him right behind her.

'Wonder what she's got.' He asked himself. 'Maybe she's got a prototype growing already?' They soon reached a door with a small sign on it.

'Pamela's 'Office'

'Harley, stay out when I'm not in it!'

There was a faint click of a lock and the door opened. She smirked and motioned for him to go in.

As soon as he was a couple of feet in, he paused. "Professor, why is there a bed in your-" He paused when the door closed behind him.

"Harley mentioned I owe you a...special thank you, didn't she?" He didn't need Batman's detective skills to hear the purr in her voice. Or the sound of leaves falling.