American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

After much thought, Catwoman decided not to gamble.

After all, that kind of magical magic or curse was not something she wanted to face, but she also didn't want to turn into a cat.

This tangled mood made Catwoman run on the buildings in Gotham. With her agile body, Catwoman jumped from the rooftop of the building and climbed to another building using a rope.

Catwoman found the place where she met Faust before, just by chance, but unfortunately there was no sign of Faust.

But she is not alone here either.

"So, why are you here?" Catwoman turned around helplessly and looked at Batman who had changed his uniform.

"When you took other people's things, didn't you check the signal source of these things?"

Batman shook the microcomputer on his arm. The signal source on it was directly connected to the Batcomputer. He could see Catwoman's actions clearly.

Catwoman's face darkened. She pulled the portable computer from her waist and threw it on the ground. She also didn't like the feeling of being monitored.

"So, are you coming to catch me?" Catwoman smiled seductively, took standard model steps, and walked towards Batman with one hand on her waist.

"If you are willing to go to the cell, I will arrange a single cell for you. Before that, hand over the things you took from the museum, and why you went..."

Before Batman could finish his words, Catwoman came over to him and kissed him on the lips without hesitation, kissing him wildly.

Batman instinctively wanted to push her away.

But seeing the tears sliding down Catwoman's face, Batman didn't know where to put his raised hand, and it even seemed a little redundant, like a gesture of surrender.

"Sorry." Catwoman smiled, turned around and wiped her tears. She just felt angry, but helpless.

"Nothing... nothing." Batman said in a deep voice.

"But, you ate grilled steak tonight, and I tasted the cumin. And you didn't brush your teeth!" Catwoman said with disgust.

"..."

Batman was silent again, and even he wondered what he was doing here?

But one thing is certain, Batman walked over and grabbed Catwoman's wrist. He wanted to catch her, this was the first priority!

"I really should say something, please let me go, okay?"

Catwoman said coquettishly. Although she had a beautiful smile, she kicked Batman in an instant.

Batman immediately raised his leg to block Catwoman's straight kick with his knee, but Catwoman stepped on Batman's knee, used the force to jump, broke free from Batman's hand, and jumped down from the building.

Batman immediately chased after him, still feeling a little heavy in his chest, but his speed was not slow at all.

Catwoman fled in front, using the rope on her body to quickly jump to the windowsill on one side, and then used the same method to jump to the windowsill on the other side.

Batman was chasing closely behind, but Catwoman was obviously more familiar with the environment here. She was always able to use the terrain to get rid of Batman, leaving him one or two steps behind.

The sky was already getting light. Catwoman felt her palms growing black hair and her body shrinking. She looked panicked and didn't care about Batman who was chasing her, and ran towards her home.

This is the Upper East Side, one of the largest slums in Gotham. This is also Catwoman's home, in the old house over there.

Batman chased after her relentlessly, and after falling from the rooftop onto the street, he suddenly couldn't find any trace of Catwoman.

The old houses around were very dilapidated, and there were a few chimneys that were still emitting residual smoke. A few cats that woke up in the early morning were looking over here curiously.

Batman searched the surroundings with steady steps and looked at a house in front of him. There was a cat house at the door with a small sign "Kyle's House" on it and the windows were not closed.

Batman walked over to take a look. They were cat's paw prints, covered in mud. They stood out against the white painted window like brown plum blossoms.

The paint was recently applied. Just in case, Batman quietly opened the window. There were many cats in the house. Before Batman went in, the cats raised their heads and looked at him vigilantly.

Being stared at by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, even Batman was a little helpless. He could only hope that these cats wouldn't meow.

It is said that the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. A cat raised its head and meowed, the sound was very lazy, but the other cats followed suit, like a symphony orchestra, meow meow meow...

With a loud bang, there was someone in the bedroom.

"Selina, is that Selina?" A girl's voice sounded from the bedroom, and Batman hurriedly left through the window.

Holly, who was wearing a plush pajamas and disheveled clothes, got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, quickly opened the door and ran out.

They were so happy that they wanted to see Selina, but there was nothing. It was impossible. Only when Selina came back would the cats meow.

Just as Holly was wondering, the curtains were blown by the wind. Holly hurried over and saw a dark shadow flash by in the distance.

"Is it Selina?" Holly muttered uncertainly. She hadn't seen Selina since the auction case.

"Meow~" A black cat came out from under the table, rushed to the cat food can on the side, and hooked the can with its claws.

"Is this... the cat we have at home?" Holly looked at the black cat with some doubts, but the cat was so beautiful.

Holly ran over, tilted the cat food can, took a small bowl, picked up the greedy black cat, and combed its hair.

"Cat, were you sent here by Selina?" Holly asked curiously, because Selina often sent stray cats home.

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Al Simmons, who was sitting on the sofa and disassembling the handcuffs with a grinder, had already taken off his Spawn costume.

His festering skin and body were exposed, looking very scary. He had a way to transform himself into a human being, but that was not him, and the appearance he turned into was not what he looked like.

So he basically doesn't need the ability to transform, because his condition won't get worse or heal anyway.

Simmons held two pieces of cut deformed handcuffs in his hands, which collided with each other. He felt something and quickly stood up and walked to the window.

This is Oswald's home. Oswald is sleeping soundly in the bedroom with his pillow in his arms. He is dreaming of becoming a Gotham gangster and dominating the world.

Simmons closed his eyes and then opened them suddenly. The surrounding environment turned into blue and white lines in his eyes.

Each soul is strange and varied, but there is one soul that is out of tune with the surroundings, and he is leaving here quickly.

Looks familiar...it's that Batman!

Simmons reacted immediately, and he learned a lot about Batman from Oswald.

In some ways, Simmons admired Batman very much. At least he was more transparent than himself, but...

If Batman got in the way, they might become enemies. Simmons grasped the fragment of the transformable handcuffs in his hand, squeezed it hard, twisted it into a twisted iron ring, and threw it on the ground.

and many more……

Simmons stopped what he was doing and looked in the opposite direction of Batman's departure. He saw an interesting scene.

A woman was turned into a cat?

The soul vision ends and Simmons jumps out of the window.

He reached out and tugged at his windbreaker, turned up the collar, and covered his face to avoid scaring others.

Deep down, Simmons is still a very gentle person, but this gentleness is rarely revealed.

When he walked to the old house, the cats seemed to sense something and turned their heads to look over there.