69novels Chapter 215
Chapter 215
Of course Batman has heard about this famous jewel thief in Gotham City.
Not only did he hear about it, but he also collected a lot of information about Catwoman, and he knew exactly who was behind the mask.
He knew Catwoman's name was Serena.Kyle, who knows she's an orphan, knows her usual address in Gotham, knows she's adopted a bunch of stray cats, knows her obsession with jewelry, and probably knows her body better than Catwoman herself situation.
But knowing the details, Batman has no plans to attack Catwoman for the time being.
His main target now is still on those gangster forces that have caused a lot of chaos and casualties among ordinary people. Catwoman is a jewel thief. Even if she hurts, she only hurts the interests of the rich. , there are really few people with clean net worth and clean hands.
So although Catwoman is notoriously cunning and changeable, many upper-level gangsters have lost face in her hands. On Batman's hunt list, Catwoman belongs to the bottom group.
In other words, as long as he didn't bump into Batman's hand when he was stealing something, or the jewelry she stole became an important evidence in the case, Batman would not deliberately chase her.
The sky has already turned white, which means that the night watch must end.
The Batmobile shuttles through the streets and alleys of Gotham City. It is quiet, fast, and extremely fast. Even if someone stumbles upon it for various reasons, they will only mistakenly think that they are dazzled for a while, or they will mistake it for Gotham City. Another urban mystery.
Bruce thought he'd have a good rest when he got home, and then get up and deal with the little guy he picked up.
In the short time yesterday, he already had a very good understanding of the little guy. It was a great misfortune to meet such a smart and logical child, because after all, his mind was still the mind of a child, and he was smart. It only made him more difficult to deal with and more difficult to coax than ordinary children.
... No, the little guy is not too difficult to coax.
Recalling Carl crying out of breath, huddled in the sofa and quietly hugging his knees, Bruce is sure that the little guy is already restraining his emotions.
For his age, such a behavior is unbelievably considerate, either because of his upbringing, or because of his nature.
But how many two-year-olds can have such a tutor?
It’s not clear, Bruce thinks of Superman—judging from the information he has collected, this superhuman’s resume is so perfect that one can’t help but suspect that he is a miracle in itself—if the little guy is indeed his relative, maybe he It can really teach the little ones very well.
It's useless to think about it now.
He yawned, and walked sleepily along the stairs to his bedroom, and stopped suddenly when he reached the place where Catwoman had been startled by Carl.
A ray of moonlight snaked down to his feet, like thin milk spilled on the ground.
Alfred never forgot to draw the curtains in the hallway at night.
This discovery activated Bruce almost instantly. Before his mind could fully function, he had already jumped up the stairs in three steps and two steps. When he jumped, his broad and strong body after more than ten years of training threw a huge shadows.
Fortunately, he still remembered that he was Bruce.Wayne, not Batman, only did this extraordinarily beautiful move once.
This was enough for him to notice where the moonlight was leaking from.
It's the little one's room.
This discovery made the blood in his whole body coagulate, and a huge panic emerged from the bottom of his heart. Rationally, he kept emphasizing to himself that no conclusions could be made without evidence. He is still big, but he is small, petite means agile and easy to hide, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do to catch the little guy.
But the little guy is only two years old.
Bruce rushed into Carl's room, and the violent movement brought a whole gust of wind.
The window was wide open, the curtains were blown by the strong wind, and the bright moonlight was shining on the little bed.
The cot was empty.
Bruce's beating heart slowly calmed down, but his brain began to work rapidly.
Things have come to this point, and emotions like anxiety and worry can't help, only calm can help-yet the painful sense of loss still sweeps over, making the young Batman, without the bat suit as his armor, look very tired.
He took a deep breath, walked to the side of the small bed, put his hand into the half-raised quilt, felt for the little guy's remaining body temperature, and judged when the little guy left.
There is still heat in the quilt.
Catwoman left quickly, but Carl was not far behind.
In particular, Catwoman needs to use various tools to climb and stabilize her body, while he only needs to fly up in a similar situation.
He doesn't fly very high and is not very stable, but he is also very strong, and in the process of playing with kittens, he also learned a lot of tree climbing skills, if we say Catwoman's climbing With the graceful posture of stretching every inch of muscle like a cat, Carl's climbing is more like a bear climbing a tree. It seems clumsy and slow, but it is stable and calm.
Catwoman's address is on a very ordinary poor street in Gotham City.
Few people around know that this place belongs to her, although everyone knows that there must be people living here, and they are not someone to mess with.
There used to be a newcomer on the road who wanted to take the owner of this place into his own hands, but fled in panic within a minute after breaking in brutally. After such a thing happened several times , No matter how the forces on this street change, no one has ever troubled Catwoman.
Gotham City hides too many secrets, and no one would dislike keeping his head around his neck for too long.
From the top of the building, I turned into my home in a posture that ordinary people would find unimaginable, and I felt that the keen children around me either raised their heads or wagged their tails to welcome her. Surrounded, Catwoman showed a relaxed smile.
"Good evening, children," she said, as they walked, "did anyone bully you while I was away? Hmm? I guess not, eh, little rascals, who could bully you?"
She turned on the little lamp by the bed, and turned to find Carl sitting on her bed in amazement.
And he was stroking cats leisurely.
There were two three-colored cats lying on his knees, one on the left and one on the right, a fat orange cat with smooth skin and smooth skin was stepped on under his feet that couldn't reach the floor, and a newborn white kitten squatted on his shoulder.
Those two three flowers are half the size of him, not to mention the fat orange, which was fed by Serena and turned into a ball, plus the thick hair, from the visual effect alone, a The orange cat is almost the same size as him——
"How did you do it?" Serena exclaimed in surprise.
"I came here with Kitty." Carl said, thinking Serena was asking him why he was here.
"No, no, honey, that's not my problem." Serena shook her head and looked at Carl in surprise. "How did you manage to make children treat you so kindly? Cats are not good-natured pets." , baby, cats are ferocious beasts, woo, they are super powerful."
In the end, she also specially imitated the sound of a cat when it was angry.
"I don't know," Carl said, throwing his head back. "I think they just like me."
As if in response to his words, the little white cat that climbed onto his shoulder gave a "meow" lightly and coquettishly, with a long tail, and rubbed its fluffy head against Carl's. Face.
Its tail gently wrapped around Carl's neck, and it swung slowly in a small arc.
Carl giggled, twisted his shoulders and said, "Itch."
The light of the small table lamp is not bright. There are many cats in this room. Some cats are squatting on the top of the cabinet, sleeping in the chandelier, and hanging themselves in the handbag. Their eyes are emitting a faint cold light. Under the watchful eyes of a moody animal like a cat, he must have started to cry by now.
Karl, however, is perfectly at home in such surroundings.
He looked at those cats who were also looking at him with curious eyes. The little white cat lying on his shoulder stopped making trouble for him, so he turned his head and kissed its little hairy face .
A sip of "Bo".
Serena's heart was about to melt.
"It's getting late, baby," she said softly. "It's time for bed."
"Huh?" Carl hesitated, "You only have one bed. Go to sleep, I don't need to sleep."
"It's very funny," Serena said. "Okay, baby, let me find out if there are any washing tools I can use for you... Can you brush your teeth? Forget it, I'll worry about it tomorrow morning, Wayne before going to bed." The people at home must have cleaned it up for you... Your feet are so dirty! You ran out without shoes? Bad boy, and stepped on my little Tom."
She walked lightly around the motionless cat to the bathroom, and came back with a wet towel after a while, knelt down in front of Carl, and wiped his little feet for him.
The fat orange cat named Little Tom was pushed aside by her both adoring and disgusting.
"I'll clean you up later." She scolded softly.
The top of Serena's head was at the same level as Carl's eyes. He tilted his head and stared quietly at the motionless cat ears on the top of Catwoman's head. He gradually realized something and showed a disappointed look.
"Okay." Serena didn't notice Carl's expression, and after wiping both little feet clean, she pushed Carl onto the bed, which was no different from the way she pushed Little Tom away, "Lie down inside Take it easy, baby."
Carl was obediently pushed by Serena to lie down on the bed, then rolled over and crawled to the other side of the bed.
Serena took off her mask, brushed her hair lightly, and deftly slid her body out of Catwoman's tight uniform, like a snake shedding its skin.
Under the moonlight, that beautiful carcass disappeared in a flash.
"Go to sleep." She noticed Carl's gaze, lowered her head, and kissed Carl's cheek.