Transformation in the DC World

Chapter 15–Hot Springs and Training

The two heroines drank their way from morning to afternoon. It like a long binge, but their stomachs weren't bottomless — after some scattered sips and a quick meal, they ended up resting in one of the bar's private rooms.Halfway through her nap, Thea suddenly remembered — she was supposed to meet her father in the woods for training. She still reeked faintly of alcohol, her mind foggy.

Calling the bar owner over, she asked if there was anywhere she could take a shower.

the man cursed silently, but there was no way he could refuse a VIP like her. He led Thea to a small private bath area behind the bar — a place he admitted had never been open to the public.

Felicity had planned to head home, but when she overheard that the bath was , she tagged along out of curiosity. The boss, unsure what their relationship was but knowing better than to interfere, let her in too.

Once Thea stepped inside, she realized this wasn't just a bathroom — the owner had somehow dug out a natural hot spring, surrounded by stonework. The pool was small, fitting maybe four people if they squeezed — perfect for one, cozy for two.

"Wow, Thea, you sneaky girl!" Felicity gasped, eyes sparkling. "You've been holding out on me! We should've come here hours ago!"

Seeing there was no one else around, she stripped down without hesitation and slid into the steaming water with a blissful sigh.

Thea blinked, slightly stunned.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Felicity called, splashing a little water her way.

"Drinking before a hot spring isn't good for you," Thea protested weakly. "It's bad for your body."

"We finished hours ago!" Felicity countered, waving her hand dismissively. "That's only for people with health problems. A short soak won't hurt us — trust me, I'm educated."

There was no winning this. With a resigned sigh, Thea slipped off her robe and stepped into the pool.

"Wait, why are you still wearing underwear?!"

"…Because—"

"Wow, Thea, your skin is so smooth!"

"…Felicity!"

"Heehee, and you're "

The shameless blonde hacker gleefully teased the future heroine until Thea's face turned crimson. Thankfully, the steam blurred everything, and Felicity's near-sightedness without glasses saved Thea further embarrassment.

Still, she had to admit — after a bit of wine, a nap, and now a hot spring soak, she felt incredible. Relaxed, warm, and clear-headed again.

Little did she know, this innocent moment would one day start a : every time the future League of Female Heroes held a meeting, it would somehow end with a hot spring session. Thea would always remind them not to mix alcohol with the bath — and Wonder Woman would always laugh, "We're superheroes. What's there to be afraid of?"

After a bit of harmless fun — nothing more scandalous than teasing and laughter — Felicity eventually drove Thea to the forest before parting ways.

Thea looked around. No sign of Malcolm yet. Good — she needed a moment to center herself. Choosing a large tree, she sat cross-legged beneath it and began to breathe evenly.

What she didn't know was that Malcolm had been watching her the whole day. He'd actually arrived five minutes earlier, observing from afar this time after being caught last night. Carefully, he gauged her awareness range by subtle movements and found it impressive — almost ten meters in radius.

In the League of Assassins, five meters was considered gifted. Lady Shiva — the world's deadliest assassin — could sense movement within twenty meters, dodging any melee or projectile attack except a sniper bullet.

Thea wasn't there yet, but with proper training, Malcolm believed she could soon Such instinct was extraordinary.

Watching her sitting still beneath the tree, he nodded to himself. The combination made even him — once the League's prized warrior — a little envious.ennis balls neatly in a vertical pattern on the trunk.

"Incredible," Thea breathed, eyes shining. "That's what I want to learn!"

Malcolm exhaled quietly, relieved. He'd just barely kept up that display — his best form in years. At nearly fifty, he wasn't the tireless fighter he once was. Concentration could bridge the gap for a few minutes, but not forever.

he thought.