Angels Must Follow Newton's Laws of Motion Too

Gotham City!

Heavy clouds blanketed the sky, layer upon layer blocking out the moonlight and making this gloomy city of Gothic architecture seem even darker and more terrifying.

A cold wind blew in, and a drizzle began to fall, cooling the restless Gotham City slightly while draping it in a quiet, hazy veil of mist.

Russell stood with his arms folded, his feet planted on a Vertical Takeoff Glider as he weaved between skyscrapers. Beneath his visor, his blue eyes precisely scanned everything within sight, searching for a suitable opponent for Selina.

A beginner leaving the starting village—Wayne Manor was unsuitable, and Arkham Asylum...

That could wait a couple of days!

"Mr. Russell, it's raining tonight. The criminals haven't come out. How about we go home and cuddle the cat instead?" Selina shivered in the cold wind. With her current physique, the chill in her body was secondary.

What really chilled her was her heart!

The glider had limited space and was single-person equipment, with no room for two people. Russell had simply tied a rope to the wing and suspended Selina in midair as they flew.

Selina understood Russell less and less. If he was upright and honorable, why did he often sneak around and take advantage of her? But if he was a lecher, why would he rather leave her alone in the cold wind than give her a romantic princess carry?

Looking down at the dazzling neon streets and the dark shadows cast by building after building, Selina clutched the rope tightly against the wind. Her calves had already started cramping embarrassingly.

House cats were afraid of heights!

"Don't be stupid. This is Gotham, synonymous with filth and corruption. It might lack anything else, but it'll never lack criminals." Russell ignored Selina's complaints, drove the glider into