A Visitor from Themyscira!

The top-floor executive office of the Chaos Direction building.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lay a Metropolis transformed, vibrant and full of life. Sunlight streamed through the glass, filling the office with light.

Link sat behind a massive obsidian desk, but he was not working on any documents.

His eyes were closed as he quietly felt the power pouring through him like an endless stellar furnace. Every cell rejoiced in the sunlight; every muscle fiber grew stronger beyond imagination.

The feeling intoxicated him like nothing ever had.

Harley Quinn lounged on the sofa like a lazy Persian cat, painting her nails with a new polish as she complained idly.

"Puddin', when are we going back to that volcano? You melted the top last time, and the lava inside looked all sparkly. I want to scoop some up and make a necklace."

Link opened his eyes and was about to answer when the intercom on his desk rang.

He pressed the call button.

"Boss, a lady is here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, but... I suggest you see her."

His secretary's voice carried an unusual gravity.

Link raised an eyebrow.

His secretary was one of the world's finest executive assistants, trained to the highest standard. Almost nothing prompted her to use the word "suggest."

"Send her in," Link said mildly.

The office door swung open without a sound.

A woman walked in.

In that instant, even the bored Harley Quinn sat up straight without thinking, nearly dropping her bottle of nail polish.

The newcomer had thick black curls like seaweed and healthy, wheat-toned skin. Her features might have been carved by the greatest sculptor of Ancient Greece, without the slightest flaw.

She wore a well-tailored white business suit. Her stride was graceful and sure, each step carrying an innate