Cheetah on the dance floor was the center of everyone's attention. Her body was far more flexible than any ordinary person's, her slender waist twisting like a snake in the throes of withdrawal. She wildly shook her head to the pounding music, her long hair whipping about like fan blades, shimmering in a riot of colors beneath the lights.
In short, she was trendy and dazzling.
Diana was beautiful too, but her temperament was utterly at odds with the surrounding environment. She gave people the impression of a nurse originally assigned to a morgue who had gone to the wrong workplace and ended up calling out stock prices at a securities exchange.
As a result, most of the men in the nightclub were watching Cheetah rather than Diana in her casual clothes, and that was exactly what Ms. Minerva wanted.
Though they were close sisters, she was still jealous. She wanted people to pay more attention to her instead of Diana. It satisfied her vanity and made her all the happier.
Diana had only come along because she had nothing better to do and wanted to keep an eye on her arch-nemesis in person.
Even now, with the Legion of Doom disbanded and Luthor having joined the Justice League, she still had not truly let down her guard around Cheetah. But after these past few days, she had basically concluded that this sister of hers was unlikely to attack her again.
Yes, Cheetah had indeed made a deal with Deathstroke. Being able to return to human form was the reward she deserved, but compared with everyone else's rewards, it was clear that Deathstroke had taken especially good care of her.
Barbara Minerva understood that perfectly well. Diana had become that man's woman, which meant she was off-limits. At most, Minerva