Marvel: Sleep With Girls To Get Their Powers

"Good morning, Jack!"
"Morning, Mike! How was last night?"
"Man, that girl was wild! If I hadn't used that special drug developed by Wayne Enterprises, I wouldn't have lasted. You should try it sometime."
"Seriously? I need to see if she's as crazy as you say…"

The sky above Gotham was rarely clear.

On the busy streets, people were smiling, seemingly carefree—a stark contrast to the Gotham Nolin had expected, a city overrun by supervillains, mobsters, and corruption.

Instead, it felt like an entirely different place, with only the Wayne Enterprises references confirming it was indeed Gotham—the DC universe's Gotham City.

Gotham was supposed to be home to:

Mad scientists collecting human body parts.

Street thugs and gang leaders worse than animals.

Black magic cultists practicing dark rituals.

Schizophrenic criminals and mass-murdering supervillains.

Yet here, Gotham felt safe—almost too perfect.

"If this really is Gotham," Nolin thought, "then most people here probably aren't as innocent as they look."

He began to question whether his luck had run out.

"From Marvel's New York to DC's Gotham..."

Nolin felt like he was constantly walking into danger.

"Both places feel like time bombs."

He shook his head and tried to focus. After an hour of observation, he confirmed it—this was DC's Gotham.

The newspapers confirmed it.

Arkham Asylum—the birthplace of:

Penguin – The "honest businessman."

Riddler – The "hardworking intellectual."

Poison Ivy – The "eco-warrior."

Mr. Freeze – The "devoted husband."

And, of course, the Joker—the most dangerous of them all.

"Damn, how do I survive this mess?"

For a brief moment, Nolin even considered escaping back to The Boys' universe—at least that seemed safer.

As Nolin contemplated his options, a blonde woman approached him.

"Hey there, handsome! Are you lost?"

"No, I'm just… lost in life," Nolin replied, waving his hand casually.

As he did, microscopic particles dispersed into the air, entering the woman's system through her breath.

The result?

She immediately began to fantasize about taking Nolin to school and showing him off to her friends.

"This is my lucky day!"

But then, her expression went blank.

Nolin pulled her aside and started asking questions.

This was the neurotoxin developed by Ophelia, capable of inducing temporary hypnosis.

Effective only on ordinary humans with weaker wills.

Less effective on mentally strong or enhanced individuals.

Thanks to his long-term relationship with Ophelia, Nolin had acquired poison immunity and enhanced resistance.

Through their exchange of bodily fluids, Ophelia's DNA had even evolved:

Her mutated traits like forked tongues were removed.

Her poison immunity and regenerative powers were enhanced.

Nolin had also gained new abilities:

Thermal Vision – Detecting infrared heat signatures and temperature changes as small as 0.001°C.

Vibration Sensory – Detecting ground movements to analyze direction, distance, and weight.

These enhancements drastically improved his combat awareness and reaction time.

"It's almost like having radar and sonar combined."

Even without formal training, Nolin's reaction speed outclassed most elite soldiers—thanks to his enhanced reflexes.

Ophelia claimed she could now defeat over a dozen SHIELD agents and potentially even Black Widow.

(Though Black Widow's super-soldier serum made her a tough opponent.)

After 10 minutes, Nolin had gathered enough information.

But what he learned shocked him.

This Gotham City was not what he expected:

No Superman.

No Flash.

No Aquaman.

No alien invasions.

Superheroes only existed in movies and TV shows.

There was a Batman, but he'd disappeared years ago.

People assumed he'd either retired or died.

Bruce Wayne still existed but hadn't made any public appearances recently.

In this Gotham, Wayne Enterprises turned the city into America's safest metropolis.

Top-ranked healthcare.

World-class education.

Advanced infrastructure.

Social programs ensuring happiness and stability.

The supervillains seemed to have vanished, and there were no signs of alien threats.

Gotham's utopian vibe made Nolin uneasy.

It felt artificial—like a perfectly staged performance.

As he passed a TV screen in a nearby store, a banner caught his eye:

"Welcome to Gotham—America's Safest City, 2013!"

2013?

Nolin froze.

Something was very, very wrong.