The saloon fell silent in an instant.
The madam—who had been shouting at Jack Kadere moments earlier—now stared at Sara Lance with wide, fearful eyes, and quickly shut her mouth.
"What's your name?" Jack asked softly, keeping his arm draped around the woman's shoulder.
"Lila," she answered, her voice trembling.
"You're mine now," Jack said with a small, amused chuckle. He turned to the madam. "Any problem with that?"
The madam shook her head quickly.
"Do I still need to pay?" Jack asked, as if it were an afterthought.
She shook her head again.
Satisfied, Jack smiled and guided Lila toward the stairs.
Sara Lance blinked. "Wait… we're going upstairs?"
Jack didn't slow his stride. "Since there's no money involved, why leave?" he replied casually, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Sara's jaw dropped. "Unbelievable." She muttered a curse under her breath. Just what was this guy thinking? He'd essentially just taken a woman from a brothel and, instead of leaving, decided to stay here? What did that make her—his personal muscle?
Turning to Diana, she said irritably, "If I get the chance, I am definitely not letting him get away with this."
Diana gave a small, silent nod.
Still, neither of them dared leave Jack completely unsupervised. Sara knew exactly what he was capable of—this was the man bold enough to have enslaved Themyscira itself. Leaving him to run unchecked in this time period could be disastrous.
.....
Upstairs, second floor.
Inside a modestly furnished room, Jack released Lila and took a quick look around. She stood stiffly, eyes lowered, clearly too nervous to move or speak.
Sara and Diana followed them inside.
"Alright, we've found the 'pillow' you were after. Why are we still here?" Sara demanded, her annoyance plain. As she glanced at Lila, however, she hesitated.
Lila was undeniably beautiful. Even without fine clothes or cosmetics, she had an arresting presence—long legs, a slender waist, generous curves, warm bronze-toned skin, and delicate features. Her striking emerald eyes, wide with fear, added an air of vulnerability that only heightened her appeal.
Sara caught herself thinking that, while she disliked Jack's methods, maybe being taken under his wing was still better for Lila than remaining here, selling herself night after night.
"What's the rush?" Jack said lightly. "You two are already lying low. Might as well hide here for a bit." He turned to Lila. "Take off your clothes."
Lila froze. "What?"
Diana, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. "You cannot treat a woman like that," she said, her voice edged with authority.
Jack's smirk deepened. "Either she does it, or you do. You choose."
When Diana didn't answer, Jack reached into his coat and produced the Lasso of Truth, letting it coil in his hands.
Diana's jaw tightened, but she said nothing further.
"Go ahead," Jack said to Lila.
Slowly, with her head bowed, Lila began removing her garments piece by piece.
Diana made a sharp sound of disapproval and turned on her heel, striding toward the hall. Sara hesitated a moment, then followed.
After all, it wasn't just Jack Kadere who could cause ripples in this era's timeline—Diana of Themyscira, the Amazon princess, was just as much of a walking paradox.
.....
"Good," Jack said, looking Lila over with clear satisfaction. He moved toward a tall wardrobe in the corner, its doors creaking as he opened them to reveal a surprisingly diverse collection of clothing—some hand-stitched, some clearly imported. Jack sifted through, selecting several pieces, and handed them to her.
"Put these on."
Without a word, Lila obeyed.
A few minutes later, Jack's expression had grown even more pleased. Lila now stood in knee-high black boots, stocking-style suspender tights, and a flowing white swallowtail dress of sheer fabric. A fitted black corset, left slightly open at the bust, hugged her frame. Black lace gloves covered her hands, and her hair draped over her shoulders in soft waves.
Jack circled her like an appraiser inspecting rare art. Then, without warning, he grabbed the hem of the swallowtail dress and tore the trailing section free.
Lila shivered at the sudden motion.
"That's much easier on the eyes," Jack said casually.
She swallowed. "What… what do you want me to do?"
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. "Tell me—did you come here willingly, or were you sold?"
"I… I was sold," she admitted quietly.
"This era's a mess," Jack said, almost cheerfully. "But I like that." He waved her closer. When she stepped near, he ran his hand lightly along her leg. "Do you want revenge? Say… burning this whole place to the ground?"
Her eyes widened. "Burn it down?"
"Yes," Jack replied, his tone calm but deliberate.
Lila hesitated only a moment before saying, with sudden firmness, "Yes."
"Then go do it," Jack told her with a grin.
She turned toward a nearby oil lamp, her hands steady despite the pounding in her chest.
Before she could act—
BOOM!
A thunderous blast shook the entire building. Shrieks and cries echoed from the hallways. The brothel's front doors exploded inward, and fire spread rapidly through the lower floor. Patrons and workers poured out of their rooms in blind panic.
The door to Jack's room slammed open. Sara Lance and Diana burst inside.
"Something's happened!" Sara shouted. "We've been found!"
Jack remained seated, calm as ever. "Found by who?"
"Chronos. The Time Bounty Hunter," Sara said grimly.
The Time Masters, enraged by Rip Hunter's betrayal, had unleashed their most relentless enforcer. The Legends had planned to get Jack out of the area to avoid Chronos' tracking, but the bounty hunter had closed in far faster than expected. And judging by his movements, his primary target was Sara Lance.
"Looks like someone just did your job for you," Jack said with a faint smirk, patting Lila on the arm as she steadied herself.
Sara's eyes flicked to Lila and narrowed. The new outfit made her look even more striking than before.
"Want to know who Chronos really is?" Jack asked Sara.
"Right now, I just want to know what happened to the Waverider," she shot back. Chronos should have gone there first—so why was he here instead?
Jack rose to his feet. "See for yourself."
He wrapped one arm around Lila and punched straight through the wall beside the window, creating a gaping hole. Without hesitation, he leapt through it, landing easily on the street below with Lila in his arms.
Then he stomped once on the ground. The shockwave rippled outward, and the already burning brothel behind him gave way completely, collapsing into a heap of flaming rubble.
The roar of destruction filled the air.
Diana emerged from the wreckage, shielding Sara.
"We were still inside, Kadere!" Sara shouted furiously.
Before Jack could respond—
ZAAKT!
A searing beam of energy shot toward them. Diana raised an arm, bracing the blow with her bracers, and turned to face the source.
There stood Chronos—armored, masked, and wielding a high-powered laser rifle.
In Greek legend, "Chronos" might be the god of time, but the figure before them was no deity. This Chronos was a bounty hunter forged by the Time Masters. His reputation in the temporal underworld was simple: relentless, efficient, and utterly without mercy.
And beneath the armor? He was someone Sara Lance knew all too well.
Heat Wave—Mick Rory.
Not the Mick who traveled with the Legends, but a version from another timeline entirely.
And right now, he was aiming to take them all down.
The saloon fell silent in an instant.
The madam—who had been shouting at Jack Kadere moments earlier—now stared at Sara Lance with wide, fearful eyes, and quickly shut her mouth.
"What's your name?" Jack asked softly, keeping his arm draped around the woman's shoulder.
"Kate," she answered, her voice trembling.
"You're mine now," Jack said with a small, amused chuckle. He turned to the madam. "Any problem with that?"
The madam shook her head quickly.
"Do I still need to pay?" Jack asked, as if it were an afterthought.
She shook her head again.
Satisfied, Jack smiled and guided Kate toward the stairs.
Sara Lance blinked. "Wait… we're going upstairs?"
Jack didn't slow his stride. "Since there's no money involved, why leave?" he replied casually, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Sara's jaw dropped. "Unbelievable." She muttered a curse under her breath. Just what was this guy thinking? He'd essentially just taken a woman from a brothel and, instead of leaving, decided to stay here? What did that make her—his personal muscle?
Turning to Diana, she said irritably, "If I get the chance, I am definitely not letting him get away with this."
Diana gave a small, silent nod.
Still, neither of them dared leave Jack completely unsupervised. Sara knew exactly what he was capable of—this was the man bold enough to have enslaved Themyscira itself. Leaving him to run unchecked in this time period could be disastrous.
.....
Upstairs, second floor.
Inside a modestly furnished room, Jack released Kate and took a quick look around. She stood stiffly, eyes lowered, clearly too nervous to move or speak.
Sara and Diana followed them inside.
"Alright, we've found the 'pillow' you were after. Why are we still here?" Sara demanded, her annoyance plain. As she glanced at Kate, however, she hesitated.
Kate was undeniably beautiful. Even without fine clothes or cosmetics, she had an arresting presence—long legs, a slender waist, generous curves, warm bronze-toned skin, and delicate features. Her striking emerald eyes, wide with fear, added an air of vulnerability that only heightened her appeal.
Sara caught herself thinking that, while she disliked Jack's methods, maybe being taken under his wing was still better for Kate than remaining here, selling herself night after night.
"What's the rush?" Jack said lightly. "You two are already lying low. Might as well hide here for a bit." He turned to Kate. "Take off your clothes."
Kate froze. "What?"
Diana, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. "You cannot treat a woman like that," she said, her voice edged with authority.
Jack's smirk deepened. "Either she does it, or you do. You choose."
When Diana didn't answer, Jack reached into his coat and produced the Lasso of Truth, letting it coil in his hands.
Diana's jaw tightened, but she said nothing further.
"Go ahead," Jack said to Kate.
Slowly, with her head bowed, Kate began removing her garments piece by piece.
Diana made a sharp sound of disapproval and turned on her heel, striding toward the hall. Sara hesitated a moment, then followed.
After all, it wasn't just Jack Kadere who could cause ripples in this era's timeline—Diana of Themyscira, the Amazon princess, was just as much of a walking paradox.
.....
"Good," Jack said, looking Kate over with clear satisfaction. He moved toward a tall wardrobe in the corner, its doors creaking as he opened them to reveal a surprisingly diverse collection of clothing—some hand-stitched, some clearly imported. Jack sifted through, selecting several pieces, and handed them to her.
"Put these on."
Without a word, Kate obeyed.
A few minutes later, Jack's expression had grown even more pleased. Kate now stood in knee-high black boots, stocking-style suspender tights, and a flowing white swallowtail dress of sheer fabric. A fitted black corset, left slightly open at the bust, hugged her frame. Black lace gloves covered her hands, and her hair draped over her shoulders in soft waves.
Jack circled her like an appraiser inspecting rare art. Then, without warning, he grabbed the hem of the swallowtail dress and tore the trailing section free.
Kate shivered at the sudden motion.
"That's much easier on the eyes," Jack said casually.
She swallowed. "What… what do you want me to do?"
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. "Tell me—did you come here willingly, or were you sold?"
"I… I was sold," she admitted quietly.
"This era's a mess," Jack said, almost cheerfully. "But I like that." He waved her closer. When she stepped near, he ran his hand lightly along her leg. "Do you want revenge? Say… burning this whole place to the ground?"
Her eyes widened. "Burn it down?"
"Yes," Jack replied, his tone calm but deliberate.
Kate hesitated only a moment before saying, with sudden firmness, "Yes."
"Then go do it," Jack told her with a grin.
She turned toward a nearby oil lamp, her hands steady despite the pounding in her chest.
Before she could act—
BOOM!
A thunderous blast shook the entire building. Shrieks and cries echoed from the hallways. The brothel's front doors exploded inward, and fire spread rapidly through the lower floor. Patrons and workers poured out of their rooms in blind panic.
The door to Jack's room slammed open. Sara Lance and Diana burst inside.
"Something's happened!" Sara shouted. "We've been found!"
Jack remained seated, calm as ever. "Found by who?"
"Chronos. The Time Bounty Hunter," Sara said grimly.
The Time Masters, enraged by Rip Hunter's betrayal, had unleashed their most relentless enforcer. The Legends had planned to get Jack out of the area to avoid Chronos' tracking, but the bounty hunter had closed in far faster than expected. And judging by his movements, his primary target was Sara Lance.
"Looks like someone just did your job for you," Jack said with a faint smirk, patting Kate on the arm as she steadied herself.
Sara's eyes flicked to Kate and narrowed. The new outfit made her look even more striking than before.
"Want to know who Chronos really is?" Jack asked Sara.
"Right now, I just want to know what happened to the Waverider," she shot back. Chronos should have gone there first—so why was he here instead?
Jack rose to his feet. "See for yourself."
He wrapped one arm around Kate and punched straight through the wall beside the window, creating a gaping hole. Without hesitation, he leapt through it, landing easily on the street below with Kate in his arms.
Then he stomped once on the ground. The shockwave rippled outward, and the already burning brothel behind him gave way completely, collapsing into a heap of flaming rubble.
The roar of destruction filled the air.
Diana emerged from the wreckage, shielding Sara.
"We were still inside, Kadere!" Sara shouted furiously.
Before Jack could respond—
ZAAKT!
A searing beam of energy shot toward them. Diana raised an arm, bracing the blow with her bracers, and turned to face the source.
There stood Chronos—armored, masked, and wielding a high-powered laser rifle.
In Greek legend, "Chronos" might be the god of time, but the figure before them was no deity. This Chronos was a bounty hunter forged by the Time Masters. His reputation in the temporal underworld was simple: relentless, efficient, and utterly without mercy.
And beneath the armor? He was someone Sara Lance knew all too well.
Heat Wave—Mick Rory.
Not the Mick who traveled with the Legends, but a version from another timeline entirely.
And right now, he was aiming to take them all down.
**********
🔥 Cinnamon (Katherine "Kate" Manser)
Cinnamon is a fierce Old West gunslinger and bounty hunter in the DC Universe.
First Appearance: Weird Western Tales #48 (1978)
Background: After her sheriff father was murdered, young Kate was sold to a brothel, but she escaped, trained herself in combat and sharpshooting, and became the vigilante known as Cinnamon.
Role: A lone avenger hunting outlaws and seeking justice in the lawless frontier.
Love Interest: Often romantically linked to Nighthawk (Hannibal Hawkes) — and in some continuities, they're reincarnations of Hawkgirl and Hawkman.
Skills: Expert with guns, formidable hand-to-hand combatant, and driven by a strong moral code.
Cinnamon appears in the Legends of Tomorrow episode titled "The Magnificent Eight".
In this episode, she's depicted as a sharpshooting Western figure from Salvation, Dakota Territory in 1871, who has lost her partner Hannibal Hawkes.