"Hey~"

Jerry turned into a white line in the air and landed steadily in front of a window of the Gotham Royal Hotel.

"Jerry, Jerry, look at my necklace. Does it look good?"

As soon as she entered the room, Catwoman came up to her excitedly.

"It's very beautiful. Such a big pearl necklace. Where did you steal it? You wouldn't go to a jewelry store again."

Jerry turned his head and glanced, and asked casually.

The pearl necklace around Catwoman's neck is worth a lot of money at first glance, and is not something that ordinary people can own.

"Robbing a jewelry store? I've stopped doing that kind of unskilled thing a long time ago. I found this tonight from the room of the richest playboy in Gotham.

There were quite a lot of traps in his room, but I got rid of them all easily."

Catwoman raised her chin with a proud expression on her face.

Obviously, tonight's difficult theft greatly satisfied her strong curiosity.

"The richest playboy in Gotham, you're not talking about Bruce Wayne, are you?"

Jerry was also stunned when he heard this.

Catwoman nodded immediately.

"Of course, I have investigated before. This guy is the richest young man in Gotham, and he changes his girlfriend every day. He is a typical scumbag. What I hate most is this scumbag. If you don't steal from him, he will steal from anyone."

"Well, then he might have had a rough day today."

Jerry scratched his chin, didn't pay much attention, and jumped into a cardboard box placed in the room.

"I'm going to start practicing, don't disturb me!"

I don't know why, but since he turned into a cat, he doesn't like to be on a comfortable sofa when practicing. Instead, he particularly likes pointing at nothing.

When Catwoman saw Jerry entering training, she uninterestedly took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and also entered a dream.

At the same time, Batman, who had already doubted his life, also returned to his mansion.

He remembered very clearly the two minutes when he turned into a cat, but at that time he could not control his behavior rationally and relied entirely on instinct.

Therefore, it also caused a certain psychological shadow on him,

"Master, you are back, and all the toiletries are ready."

The white-haired Ah Fu looked at Bruce who looked tired, with a distressed look on his face.

After finally waiting for Bruce to return to the family, he didn't expect that the child would play a monster every day and go out to seek justice, and he would always get himself injured.

"Alfred, do you believe a cat can talk?"

"The cat can talk, you mean Tom?"

Ah Fu was stunned for a moment and replied.

Bruce waved his hand:

"It's not the blue cat in the cartoon, it's a cat. It seems to be a tabby cat, with a bigger palm. It's probably just one or two months old."

"Master, did you accidentally hurt your head during the battle today?"

Afu quickly stepped forward, touched Bruce's head and examined nervously.

Bruce stopped Ah Fu and said helplessly:

"No, Alfred, I'm going to wash up and go to bed first. I'll talk to you about what's going on tomorrow."

Regarding what happened to him today, Bruce didn't know how to say anything for a while. He planned to wait until the relevant videos were sorted out tomorrow and then talk to Ah Fu in detail.

Of course, any behavior that occurs after you become a cat must be cured in advance.

"Oh, okay, then master, you can rest, I won't disturb you."

Afu saw that there were no wounds on Bruce's head, so he nodded with relief and left the room.

But soon after leaving the room, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Go and contact the pet store in the city to see if they sell civet cats. Yes, it's that kind of Chinese cat. Buy one. Not an adult one, just the one with a big palm that is just one or two months old. Buy one.

Send it to the manor immediately when it arrives."

After hanging up the phone, Ah Fu murmured:

"I didn't expect that the young master is actually interested in cats. It's good that raising cats can relieve anxiety and release stress."

In Afu's eyes, it seems that the flame of revenge in his heart has never diminished since Bruce came back and became Batman. Transforming into Batman is just another way to vent his anger.

He is very worried about Bruce's condition. He has served the Wayne family for three generations and treats Bruce as his own child. What he hopes most is that Bruce can stably marry, have children, and live a happy life.

Instead of turning into Batman to fight criminals every night, and never knowing when he will die at the hands of criminals.

Maybe raising a cat can calm Bruce's mind.

"Is there really something beyond the ordinary like magic in the world?"

After taking a shower, Bruce was wearing pajamas, drinking the best red wine, and thinking about how to deal with the magical cat next time.

Just when he had no clue, he accidentally glanced at the safe opposite the bed and was stunned.

"Damn it, you actually stole something and sneaked into my house!"

It turned out that he found that his locked safe now actually had a crack, and it was obvious that it had been opened and not closed tightly.

After going forward to check, I found that my grandmother's favorite pearl necklace was missing.

Batman, the evil nemesis of Gotham City, actually had his home stolen, which would make people laugh to death.

"Huh, calm down. A necklace is not important. What is important is that you have to think of a way to deal with that cat first. You can't let it kill people at will in Gotham City."

After calming down his mentality, Bruce continued to think of countermeasures.

The next day, Bruce, who had slept too late because he was thinking about countermeasures yesterday, was woken up by a cat meowing.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the table. He was so frightened that all his sleepiness disappeared. He jumped up from the bed, picked up the chair next to him and said warily to the kitten on the table:

"It's illegal to be good at private residences."

Unexpectedly, he spent the whole night thinking about ways to target the other party, and before he had time to prepare, the other party came to him.

Now that I don’t have the Batsuit and various equipment, my chances of winning are very low!

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ah Fu, who came in with milk and bread, suddenly looked confused when he saw Bruce in pajamas carrying a chair and looking at the cat on the table like a formidable enemy.

Bruce, on the other hand, did not dare to relax at all. He blocked himself with a chair, fearing that the other party would shoot magic and turn himself into a cat. At the same time, he replied to Ah Fu without turning his head:

"Alfred, get out quickly, this cat is very dangerous, it can do magic!"

"Does it know magic? Sir, you didn't really get a head injury last night, did you? It's just a kitten I just bought. It's only a month and a half old. It can't even catch mice."

Afu looked at Bruce with a worried look on his face and placed a small basin of goat's milk in the tray on the table.

Bruce's expression froze, and he carefully looked at the kitten on the table and found that it was indeed slightly different in appearance from the one yesterday, and there was no bell on its neck.

"Meow?"

The kitten looked at Bruce and tilted his head, then happily licked the milk basin.
Chapter completed!