Three hours later, at the hospital.
The young nurses were huddled in a corner, whispering to each other.
"Did you hear? Those rich people's games are terrifying!"
"Yeah, that guy with the bullseye tattoo on his head—he's a famous gangster!"
"Bullseye, right? His butt and his friend's chest…"
"It's like they got their positions completely wrong."
"One lost half his butt, and the other broke seven or eight ribs?"
"Were they trying that legendary 'falling from the sky' position?"
"Yikes～～～, that's horrifying!"
...
"Let me start from the beginning."
"My parents died in a car accident."
"Someone performed dangerous experiments on me."
"I was kidnapped."
"Raped."
"Forced to kill."
"And now I'm stuck here throwing this damn ball!!!"
Slam!
The rubber ball in her hand smashed against the wall, shattering into pieces and cracking the wall.
The woman who had just roared stormed out quietly.
The streets were bustling, but it brought her no optimism—or perhaps she'd long lost the ability to feel it.
She was Jessica Jones, once Hell's Kitchen's superhero "Jewel," now a private detective, drunkard, and promiscuous mess.
She walked like a thief, head down, hands buried in her pockets.
But her mind was elsewhere.
Only alcohol and intoxication could numb her pain and offer fleeting hope.
Maybe, even some fiery, unconventional sex?
Where could she find what she craved?
She looked around, lost.
Then remembered her detective agency—at least yesterday's photos of a cheating old man had earned her some cash.
"Time to blow it all at the best bar in town—the Golden Tower!"
She followed her memory to the Golden Tower.
But something was wrong.
The Golden Tower had become the Heisenberg Tower.
Heisenberg, you better pray the club hasn't changed, or I'll smash you to pieces!
"Fk, fk, fk!!!"
"Come on, you coward! Let's see who can drink more!"
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
"Is your gut pregnant with your own spawn?"
"Fight me, haha, bring it on!"
Boom!!!
Crash! Smash!
Bang!
…
At 11:20 PM, Heisenberg, chatting with Coulson at a booth, couldn't ignore the chaos erupting in his club.
Seeing Heisenberg rise impatiently, Coulson reached out, pleading.
"Heisenberg!"
"I… want to say something for those drunks. They're just drunk, not deserving of death, right?"
"Hmph!"
Heisenberg grunted, turned, and walked away, leaving Coulson conflicted.
Heisenberg snapped his fingers—snap, snap, snap!
Visible shockwaves shot from his palms, sending nearby guests staggering.
The noise was deafening.
Heisenberg hoped the racket would stop the fight. After all, everyone in the club knew his temper.
But tonight was different.
As his snaps echoed, one side of the brawl stopped.
But a woman—slim yet powerfully built—kept fighting.
She lifted a burly man weighing at least 180 pounds, then punched his gut!
Heisenberg grinned.
"Wow!"
He chuckled, scanning the crowd. "What a fiery rose, isn't she?"
"Hell yeah, boss, go get her!"
"She's yours, boss, show her what you've got!"
"Her punches pack a punch, just like you, boss!"
"She belongs in Mr. Heisenberg's bed, no doubt!"
The crowd jeered, but their words only enraged the woman further.
She focused her fury on the fat man in front of her.
Thud!
A punch to his diaphragm made him vomit foamy blood.
"You just wanted to sleep with me, get me drunk, see what's under this dress?"
Thud!
Another punch. The man spat out bits of organ.
"Can't outdrink me, so you drug my drink? How pathetic!"
Bang!
Her fist was caught mid-air.
She stared at the man holding her wrist—Heisenberg, who seemed barely exerting himself.
Heisenberg spoke.
"That punch would've killed him. Are you ready for that?"
The woman froze, then stumbled back, collapsing to the ground, her face contorted in anguish.
But her breakdown lasted only a second.
She rose, snarling at Heisenberg.
"Who the fk are you to interfere…"
"Me?" Heisenberg smirked. "The owner of this place."
"Figures!"
Ignoring his status, she lunged at Heisenberg, punching his chest.
He didn't flinch.
Clang!!!
Her fist struck his chest with a metallic clang, sending her reeling three steps back.
"Holy st!!!"
She stared at Heisenberg, clutching her stinging hand.
"You're fking strong! Come on, fight me. If you win, you can have me!"
"Haha, your mouth's filthier than anyone I've met, but I'd rather it be filled with something else—something mine!"
Heisenberg's mood soared. Sensing her inhuman strength and tragic aura, he knew who she was.
But the woman didn't give him time to think.
She stomped the ground, shattering tiles, and charged.
Heisenberg caught her with one hand.
"Everyone heard—if I win, I get her. Let's go.
Take the injured idiot to the hospital. Drinks are on me tonight!"
Ignoring her struggles, Heisenberg carried her to his penthouse amid cheers.
The night was wild. Her body was stronger than any human's, and her desire was insatiable.
She even craved pain during their encounter.
Heisenberg, too, let loose—a rarity for him, usually holding back against ordinary foes.
By morning, Heisenberg woke on the floor, barely 6 AM.
He smacked the woman's butt.
If she hadn't tried sneaking out, I wouldn't be up this early.
Startled, she turned, kissed his cheek, and said,
"You were great last night. I'm satisfied, but I'm broke, so no tip. OK?"
"Fk!"
Heisenberg pulled her into his arms.
"Don't think you're leaving that easily. Morning workout!"
"Hmph, scared of me?"
…
As they continued, the woman suddenly blurted,
"I'm Jessica Jones. Damn, this is awkward, but I want you to know my name!"
"Then should I shout it when you're… you know?"
Heisenberg nibbled her ear.
By 7:20, Jessica was exhausted.
Heisenberg bathed her, then plopped her onto a lounge chair.
They devoured breakfast, half-dressed.
Mid-meal, Jessica looked up, then quickly looked away.
Heisenberg asked,
"Curious? Now that you're sober, you remember who I am?"
"Yeah."
Jessica nodded.
"The infamous Heisenberg, right?
Kingpin's assassin, New York's Dark Empire ruler, the 'Unjust Superman' in rumors, and a beast in bed!
Which title do you like best?"
She wiggled her shockingly white toes against his chest.
Heisenberg grabbed her foot, pulling it closer.
"The one you just said."
"Pfft!"
Jessica retracted her foot and resumed eating.
After breakfast, she left without makeup, hair hastily tied.
Heisenberg didn't stop her—though he adored this broken woman, once Jewel, now scarred by Kilgrave.
But because he cared…
By 11 AM, Heisenberg donned a Barbara-picked suit and Terminator-style shades.
In Kingpin's Bentley, with Jessica Jones' detective agency address in hand, he set off.
…
Jessica, in shabby clothes, stepped out of her office, spotting an old friend.
"Hey, Jessica, you look great today. Did that anger club I recommended help?"
"Hmph, I'm angrier!"
Her friend scrutinized her.
"You don't look angrier—you look satisfied!
Who'd you meet last night? Someone special?"
"Ha, if you're asking, he was amazing. My back's almost broken—so long, so hard, whoosh～～～!!!"
Jessica whistled, her eyes sparkling.
Her friend grinned, leaning in.
Women together—what else would they talk about?
They chatted, then parted ways. Jessica headed to a fast-food joint.
But as she stepped out…
"Ahhhhh!!!"
She screamed, finding herself floating in the stratosphere.
Staring at the nearby satellite and Earth below, she glared at Heisenberg.
"Are you really Superman?"
Heisenberg paused, then nodded and shook his head.
"Jessica, I looked into your past. I found a disgusting man and his vile deeds.
So I gave you a miracle."
He pressed his face to her pale cheek.
"I'm not Superman. I have his strength, but I'll kill the man who hurt you.
I'll grind him into meat and toss him into the sun. Superman's not that brutal."
"So Superman's never been my hero."
Jessica burst into tears.