Ririko finally let go of Pamela, stood up, took off her beige coat, and tossed it over Pamela.
"Stop making a spectacle of yourself."
She glanced down at Krypto. "Mission accomplished. Hurry up and take your owner home."
Krypto barked once, then darted toward the park entrance.
Ririko bent down, grabbed Oswald by the collar, hauled him off the ground, and half dragged him toward the exit.
[Current infatuation value: 2/100]
Ririko hadn't expected Poison Ivy's neurotoxin to cool Bird Man's infatuation value to almost zero.
It seemed that, crazy as this woman was, she might still be useful as a tool.
In a secluded alley in Metropolis.
A man stood furtively in the shadows, a manila envelope tucked under his arm.
He was Jonathan, the veteran reporter from the Daily Planet, and he was anxiously waiting for his "buyer" so he could sell the information he had dug up for a hefty price.
A few minutes later, footsteps came from deep within the alley.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the darkness. He wore a black coat with a high collar, a hat pulled low over his red hair, and round sunglasses that left his sharply defined jaw exposed.
The red-haired man stopped in front of him, his voice cold as ice. "You won't disappoint me again this time, will you?"
Jonathan stepped closer and said quietly, "Of course not... I've uncovered an enormous secret about Clark Kent."
He patted the envelope against his chest. "This secret is enough to drive him out of Metropolis for good."
The red-haired man stared at the envelope and held out a gloved hand.
Jonathan hugged the envelope tighter against his chest. "It took a lot of work to dig this up... I want more money."
The red-haired man's hand