In Central City, Johnny Quick, clad in yellow, sprinted at top speed. His lightning-like afterimages were impossible to track, as if he were evading pursuit.
This had started two minutes earlier. Johnny Quick had been training his superpowers at his hideout, stacking U.S. dollars by the sackful and challenging his limits to see how many hundreds of millions he could count in a minute.
A supervillain's daily life was this dull, especially when training superpowers. It was utterly devoid of fun.
He had just counted two hundred million when his front door was maliciously blown apart. Johnny Quick flew into a rage, gathered his men, and rushed out of the base to see which blind fool dared cause trouble on his turf.
Johnny Quick had quite a few capable underlings. Among them, the three counterparts to Wolfsbane, Black Canary, and Green Arrow were his most trusted lieutenants, his right- and left-hand men.
The moment he stepped outside, Johnny Quick saw a menacing group across from him. Superman led the charge, while Luthor, Firestorm, Aquaman, and other superheroes stood in two rows behind him.
Outnumbered, Johnny Quick took one look and lost his nerve.
The outcome was much as he had imagined. His three underlings were defeated one after another, and Superman chased him all over the city.
He could originally have escaped, but the battle between the two Black Canaries was simply too exhilarating. Long legs and fishnet stockings—twice the amount. Who could bear to change the channel?
Johnny Quick stayed to watch for a while. Only after the battle ended, with the two Black Canaries tackling each other to the ground and rolling into a heap, did he clap and cheer before darting away in a flash.
Nearby, Superman knocked down Wolfsbane. Whether they had a grudge from before