Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

"By the way, I like your twitter." Serena interrupted him absently, "Stop updating?"

"That was just..."

"I have a little event tonight." Serena said again, "Want to come and play?"

"Oh." Carl blinked, "What should I do if I encounter a bat?"

"He's not free tonight, honey, and he doesn't always have time to run around town after my ass," Serena said. "The scarf is beautiful, use it to cover your face."

As she walked to the door, she tied up the waist of the windbreaker, stepped on a pair of high-heeled shoes, opened the door, and blew a kiss to Carl: "Take care of my little ones, Mommy is going shopping—"

She slammed the door shut.

Gotham looks the same at night as it does during the day, except that the lights are brighter during the day.

Two figures ran side by side on the building.

It was the first time for Karl to participate in such an activity. He looked around curiously, and couldn't help but say:

"I see the moon."

"the first time?"

"No," Carl said, "I thought Gotham couldn't see the moon."

"No matter what the weather is like that day, you can't see the sun in the sky of this city, although you can feel it." The woman in uniform said, "As for the night, as long as it doesn't rain, the moon is not uncommon. Brother Tan's nights are more lively than the days."

"What are we going to do?"

"Let me ask you: who am I?"

"Catwoman."

"What is something a catwoman would do?"

"I know we're going to steal something," Carl said, "but what are we going to steal?"

"Too much talk makes a man unattractive, dear."

"You're B's girlfriend, it's the problem that I'm attractive to you."

"He won't be jealous of our relationship." Catwoman's laughter seemed to be comforting, "Although you are no longer a child."

"Uh."

"Okay, here we are." Catwoman stopped, "What we are going to steal today is a list—I don't know what it is, the employer didn't explain the situation, but this is Gotham, so I guess maybe Some secret thug of a big shot or information about officials who have received funding, or some boring business secrets-the stuff is on the twelfth floor. You go first."

"I'm inexperienced, so," Carl said, "women come first."

The whole stealing experience seemed lackluster.

Although the process of Catwoman invading and replacing the monitor is very sophisticated, she is also very skillful in her movements of ghostly wandering in the corridor and stunning the guards one after another. The feeling makes the whole action full of charm.

If the person watching all this at this moment is an ordinary person without superpowers, the skills displayed by Catwoman will simply dazzle the audience.

But the only one who can fully witness the whole process is Karl...Unfortunately, he is a superman who can fly in the sky and see the contents of the list from a position thousands of meters away.

——Very crude means, but the crudest means are often the most efficient.

So he just stood aside, admiring Catwoman's every move with relish, and when Catwoman got what she needed and gave him a thumbs up, he applauded with dignity.

"No compliments." Catwoman's smile proved that she enjoyed Carl's applause, but she still said, "This is just an appetizer. I guess this little thing is not enough for you."

She took Carl to the wide open window, put one foot on the window, and stared at Gotham below her feet-Carl didn't know what she saw, and she didn't know why she didn't rush to take him away. A professional thief would not stay at the scene of a crime for too long. The longer he stayed, the higher the danger and the possibility of failure, but he wisely kept quiet.

"Gotham." Catwoman laughed, then fell out of the window without hesitation.

Her feet were on those raised wall decorations, and her fingers hooked on the gaps in the window sills-Carl himself could not guarantee that he had such a keen sense of observation, always just in time to find the next one to use. place, and Catwoman moves with such lightness and agility that she appears to be sliding entirely on the surface of the building.

Thick fog surrounds Gotham, perhaps because the city is too dangerous at night, except for those gangsters, thieves and prostitutes who are about to move, there are not many other sounds in the whole city.

Carl couldn't achieve the kind of sensitivity similar to Catwoman at all. He floated beside Catwoman, waiting slowly for Catwoman to get on him. A guard who wants to report an attack to his superiors.

Catwoman took him to a tall building.

Wayne Group headquarters.

Cal wasn't sure what Catwoman was trying to do, he obediently stopped behind Catwoman, waiting for her to speak first.

"So," Catwoman said, "what's bothering you so much?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"It's not particularly obvious, honey, you're still the type to hide your emotions," Catwoman laughed, "but I understand you—if something didn't completely stop you, you would be completely There is no way not to help others.”

"Someone is very dissatisfied with bats."

"Just tell me what's going on with you."

"I'm not particularly..."

"Stop doing this," said Catwoman, who seemed to enjoy interrupting others. "If you weren't looking for me, what did you come to Gotham for? Don't tell me you plan to talk to that fellow Bat. Even if Dick And laugh at lies at this level."

"..." Carl compromised, "Well, I may indeed be looking for you."

He is not very sure about Catwoman's conclusion, because even he himself does not know what he is thinking.

Coming to Gotham was just following the trend, just like he went to Nini first because of the Avengers press conference; and since he has met Nini publicly, the next person who should meet publicly is of course Bruce— —He just made a decision based on the situation, and didn't think about it critically at all.

That's too petty.

"About Lex?"

"...hey," Carl said, "you don't know him well enough to call him 'Lex,' do you?"

"Calm down, dear." Catwoman pulled away her windshield glasses and rolled her eyes angrily, "It's just a title."

"I don't have an opinion! But you haven't even met, so it's really—strange to call you by your first name."

Carl complained, but didn't say much, let alone take this matter to heart. He sat on the edge of the building and looked at the sky absently.

Catwoman chose to stand by his side.

"...I don't know what I want to say." After several minutes of silence, Carl said frustrated.

"Great, because I have a question for you about bats," Catwoman said, "I had a very heated conflict with him, and to sum it up - he just wants me to be a good girl, right? ?”

"What?" Carl said. "I never told Lex what I wanted him to be, or limited him to what he had to do."

"I didn't mean you and Luther. I meant the bat."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought..."

"Obviously we're all stuck in a less-than-perfect relationship, right?" Catwoman said. "Everything in this relationship is beautiful, except for the other person."

Carl was speechless for a moment.

"You know, B is actually not that arbitrary, he just has a bottom line that cannot be crossed." He comforted dryly, "Sometimes he acts particularly harsh, that's because, uh..."

He really couldn't say "That's because he has stricter expectations for you". Although it is natural to be harsher on your lover, this kind of human nature goes against Carl's own concept.

Besides, Bat and Catwoman haven't even established a relationship, they are just ambiguous objects for each other.

But—but the reason why they have not confirmed their relationship for a long time is that Bat hopes that Catwoman can "repent from evil and return to justice", and Catwoman is angry at Bat's expectation of her.

"I know he's not perfect." Not only is he not perfect, he is simply a collection of bad things, "but I think I can accept a certain degree of imperfection, and what I can't accept is not just 'imperfect' can I can describe it."

"Yeah." Catwoman expressed her interest with an elegant, drawn-out falling tone, "I can imagine a bat being exactly like you." "

"No," Carl replied. "You're just stealing and batting. Lex's doing too much."

"for example?"

"For example, he has always taken killing me as his highest goal."

"Oh," said Catwoman.

"And he did. It wasn't that long ago. I think you should know, it was broadcast live around the world, after all."

"That's a little too much," Catwoman said. "I didn't attack Bat to hurt him."

"Really?"

"At least when I hit him I was pretty sure he wouldn't die because I hit him."

"Thank you, it makes me feel better," Carl said grimly.

They were silent for a while, until both of them heard the sound of the cleaners busy downstairs.

"It looks like there's no sunrise in this city," Carr said.

"I've been thinking about you and Luther," Catwoman replied, "Have you talked?"

"Of course. Countless times."

"No, I didn't mean simply 'talked about'. Did you tell him what you thought?"

Carl thought for a while and was surprised that he really didn't say much, "I thought I didn't need to talk to him at all. I mean, is it hard to guess my thoughts? I hope he can get better , but I know I don't have the right to ask him to change for me—”

"Carl."

"Ok?"

"Whether you have this kind of power is not up to you." Catwoman said, "It depends on whether he is willing to give it to you."

"And you won't give bats that power?"

"He took what I wanted to give him in a way I hated."

"I'm not used to asking for it," Carl said. "I don't like it."

"Try it," Catwoman said. "He's already killed you once. It can't get any worse."

Not sure, Karl thought.