Click.
The safe was opened, and a flashlight illuminated its interior.
Ignoring the land deeds and money inside, the woman with two cat ear hairpins on her head had her eyes completely drawn to the sparkling jewels under the light.
Her eyes gleaming, she took out a beautiful sapphire necklace and, like a cat seeing its beloved ball of yarn, held it up to her swan-like neck.
At this moment, the beautiful and enchanting jewel thief was completely unaware that a man had appeared a few meters behind her at some point, admiring her curvaceous, tall figure.
Her extremely alluring curves, perfectly displayed by her form-fitting leather attire, revealed a slender, powerful, and flexible waist, and long, well-proportioned legs, as if they were a masterpiece of the Creator.
Every part of her was enough to make a man dream.
"Cats have soft paw pads, allowing them to approach their targets silently."
A playful male voice suddenly came from behind, making the Catwoman's exquisite face freeze.
"Though you dress like a cat, you haven't learned the essence of one."
She calmly stuffed the jewels into a pouch at her waist and slowly turned around.
Looking at the man hidden in the shadows of the night, with only the lower half of his handsome face visible, she slowly revealed a charming yet dangerous smile.
"Is that so? You forgot that besides soft paw pads, cats also have agile movements and sharp claws that can scratch people."
As soon as she finished speaking, she erupted with astonishing agility, taking two swift steps and attacking Ron: "I'll just have to put you to sleep."
But her slender, fair wrist, halfway through its strike, was effortlessly grasped by the man with one hand, his expression unchanged.
His powerful arm prevented her from moving even a centimeter further, or even shaking him off.
"Agile? I don't quite feel it."
Ron, holding the Catwoman's hand in the moonlight, slowly chuckled.
The Catwoman's eyes widened in surprise; she had never encountered anyone who could catch her attack, and with such strength. Was this man's body made of iron?
Damn it, the security hired by this jeweler was way too expensive.
She suddenly bent her knee, swiftly thrusting it towards Ron's crotch.
Ron didn't move, only raising an eyebrow.
With a seemingly guaranteed hit, the Catwoman's face showed a hint of a triumphant smile as she looked at the man in front of her: "Doesn't it hurt?"
No man could withstand that move.
"Yes, doesn't it hurt?"
He softly repeated the question.
"Hmm?"
The Catwoman belatedly felt something was wrong. Why did her knee feel a bit painful, and the pain was becoming clearer?
It was like her knee had forcefully hit an iron statue. She winced in pain, clutching her long leg, staggering back in retreat, and looking at Ron in astonishment.
"What is your body made of?!"
"Flesh?"
"You're lying, aren't you?"
She suddenly threw the land deeds and cash from the safe at Ron, intending to escape through the window.
The Catwoman thought Ron was a security guard and would surely be delayed by caring about the owner's valuables.
But she was disappointed.
Whoosh.
Just as she was about to climb out the window to escape, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her as if teleporting, almost causing her to crash into him.
"You stole my things and still want to leave?"
He said calmly and indifferently.
"You... are you human or ghost?!"
Startled by the ghostly speed of the person in front of her, the Catwoman frantically retreated a few steps, looking at the figure slowly walking towards her, her beautiful face showing terror, like a frightened kitten.
"Of course I am human."
"Your things? I don't recall this jeweler's mansion having someone like you."
She always conducted extensive research before stealing, and she clearly remembered that this mansion belonged to Herbert Simon, one of Gotham's biggest jewelers.
"Him?
Feeling the grave sin of his violent mining, he has transferred this mansion and all his property to me."
Bringing a chair and slowly sitting down, Ron's words revealed a cold indifference.
"He plans to find a place to commit suicide tomorrow."
He needed a temporary place to stay and didn't want to go to a hotel, so he chose this mansion. As for the people in the way, they naturally should go wherever they needed to go.
"Hmm?"
There was too much strangeness in those words, and Selina was momentarily stunned.
"Listen, I... I can compensate you.
I have a lot of jewels."
She wasn't interested in understanding what was going on; she didn't want to be sent to prison.
Ron slowly said, scrutinizing the young, even somewhat naive Catwoman.
"Not everyone likes jewels as much as you do."
The Catwoman, Selina, was born into a tragic family. Her mother had a strange temperament, preferring to spend time with cats rather than her daughter, and often quarreled with Selina's alcoholic father. Her mother committed suicide when she was young, and not long after, her alcoholic father also died from drinking.
She began to wander the streets and was eventually adopted by a thief named Mama Fortuna, who, like with other children, taught her to steal, taking everything she stole for herself.
During this time, Selina grew to love sparkling, beautiful jewels, perhaps because they were the complete opposite of her bleak and hopeless life.
Later, Selina escaped that life, but she never broke her habits of stealing and loving jewels.
"Money!
I can convert it into money to compensate you."
Under the moonlight, looking at the mysterious and indifferent man in front of her, the Catwoman felt like a bird about to be caught in a cage.
"I'm not interested in money."
"Then what are you interested in?
You won't gain anything by sending me to prison."
She shouldn't have come out today; she had encountered a monster who didn't seem human.
"You."
He pointed lightly.
"Me?
You wish."
The Catwoman said indignantly.
If this guy's body wasn't so hard, she would have feigned compliance to get close and then ambush him.
But he was clearly not a normal person, and she had a premonition that if she agreed, she would fall into a terrible situation.
"I've never had a pet before; I wonder what that feels like."
Ron chuckled.
Taming a rebellious, elegant wild cat and gradually making her obedient to him might be a very interesting thing.
Moreover, not only would the Catwoman's fate change, but Batman's fate would also change, after all, Batman's official partner is the Catwoman.
"You want me to be your pet, you... fine."
Having been told to be his pet, the Catwoman, who had been furious and seemingly determined not to yield a second ago, suddenly forced out a stiff, amusing smile and agreed, saying in a sweet, delicate voice.
"Being a cat is what I do best."
Being a cat is being a cat, it's better than being looked down upon. Surely no one would be so perverse as to want to get involved with a cat, right?
"Since you've agreed, it's best not to break your word, otherwise..."
He said, then stood up, as if not at all worried about any tricks or her wanting to escape, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
"This house has many rooms; just pick one to sleep in."
Reaching the doorway, Ron remembered something, turned around, and chuckled, reminding her.
"Oh, one more thing to remind you.
A fragile little pet kitten shouldn't stray too far from its Master.
Otherwise, it might encounter danger."
His magnetic voice, full of hidden meaning, faded as he walked away.
"Hehe..."
The Catwoman in leather attire let out a silent sneer, then followed him, picking a room with exaggerated seriousness, stripped down to her underwear, lay down, and said sweetly to Ron at the door.
"Good night, my Master.
Your little cat will wake you up early tomorrow morning."
Ron returned to the bonfire indifferently, continuing to leisurely read the news.
Crack!
In the middle of the night, a figure tried to sneak out of the mansion. Just as she exceeded a certain distance, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the dark night sky, striking in front of her. The grass was scorched black, and heat rose.
She let out a startled cry, terrified, and fell to the ground.
The Catwoman covered her mouth, not daring to disturb someone, stood up, and tried to leave again, but before she could take a step, another lightning bolt struck...
In her fear, she felt something was wrong. Why did the lightning always strike precisely in front of her?
She changed directions several times, but lightning still struck.
Feeling terrified, she remembered that sentence.
"A fragile little pet kitten shouldn't stray too far from its Master, otherwise it might encounter danger."
"So... this is the danger?"
The Catwoman was inexplicably terrified, wondering if she was dreaming. Otherwise, how could such a bizarre scene occur? Her soft, delicate body stiffened as she turned her head, remembering that mysterious, handsome man.
Who... who exactly was he?