Selina tried, but she couldn't leave at all. Could that guy be an evil spirit from the old mansion who cursed her?
Or was it some ill-tempered god playing a trick on her?
She wasn't sure, but she was clear on one thing: she probably couldn't leave that man's side for now.
Before she could figure out what was happening to her, she could only endure being a little cat for the time being.
"Dear Master, it's time to wake up."
Selina, dressed in a black silk maid outfit, pulled open the curtains, letting the morning sun shine in. A standard eight-tooth smile appeared on her beautiful face as she kindly woke Ron, who was still in bed.
On the bed, Ron, who didn't need to sleep but still maintained the habit of sleeping, opened his eyes, scanned her, and slowly said,
"I remember I told you to be a cat, not a maid."
"Oh, isn't this it?"
Selina, like a mischievous kitten, flicked the cat ear hair accessory on her head, gesturing to Ron.
"There's no one to serve in this empty house. I think I can do more for Master."
She blinked her big brown eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, her expression sincere, acting like an obedient maid who thought and served her Master wholeheartedly.
There was no trace of her attempting to sneak away last night.
"Being a cat means getting petted, I'm not stupid.
If you keep petting, you might want to cross the line."
The Cat Woman maintained a fake smile, muttering inwardly.
What makes you think a maid only needs to clean the house?
Throwing off the covers, Ron got up, instantly washed and changed, and stood before her.
"Ah…"
The terrifying speed startled the Cat Woman again. Her delicate body leaned against the wall next to the window, watching Ron, who was now dressed in a neat suit, not daring to relax.
"An obedient maid doesn't just do a morning wake-up call."
Ron's eyes held a hint of indifferent playfulness. He stepped closer, his hand caressing her fair, smooth neck.
"So, Master, who can use magic, wants a morning kiss?"
"Or is Master actually a Vampire living in an old mansion, wanting to taste the maid's fresh blood in the morning?"
A faint, alluring blush appeared on her face, like a unripe apple. Her eyes looked elsewhere, as if too shy to look at Ron.
"Men are indeed creatures dominated by their lower bodies."
The outwardly shy Cat Woman secretly pinched her thigh hard: "Let him kiss me, just like being licked by a dog."
It was a bit of a miscalculation; she had to endure.
She had to figure out what was going on with this guy and her own situation before there was any chance of escape.
"Your heart is racing.
Are you truly shy, or are you speaking ill of me?"
Ron could tell that a tiny bit of the Cat Woman's shyness wasn't faked.
Selina, who had been an orphan since childhood and lived a dark life, had no time for romance. After escaping from that 'lucky goddess' mother, she had been a jewel thief, single-mindedly focused on jewels.
From her memories and thoughts, this was her first time being so intimate with a man.
However, years of dark and difficult life had long forged a strong heart in the Cat Woman. She was not a little girl who would easily become shy and lose control.
"Is it magic, or a Vampire?"
Seeing Ron ignore her probing, the Cat Woman cursed inwardly, then said nothing, feigning even greater shyness.
Ron leaned in close. Just as she thought her first kiss was about to be taken by this detestable guy.
Click!
A crisp sound rang out.
Like some metal object being fastened.
"Don't think I didn't see your little tricks last night."
He whispered in her ear.
"Next time, it won't just be a scare."
"What is this?"
The Cat Woman frantically touched her neck. A silver collar had been placed around her neck.
It was engraved with intertwined patterns of thunder and electric sparks, exquisite and beautiful, but it was still a collar.
As a human, being collared was undoubtedly an insult.
"Shouldn't all pets have a collar personally put on by their Master?"
"Master, I'm a cat, not a dog."
Hearing his reply, she forced a smile on her beautiful face and emphasized.
"It's all the same."
Ron ignored her.
"As a jewel thief, I believe you have channels unknown to ordinary people.
Go investigate the people on this note."
He handed her a slip of paper.
"Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Diana Prince…"
The Cat Woman softly read the names, then looked up and asked.
"Who are they? What do you want with them?"
She received no answer.
"You know, I can't go too far from you." She remembered the few bolts of lightning that had almost struck her last night, her heart still trembling, and feigned timidity.
"You can now," Ron replied.
The DC timeline wasn't as clear as Marvel's. He deduced the approximate timeline from Batman's return to Gotham to fight crime not long ago.
But besides remembering Superman lived on a farm in rural Kansas, he had no impression of where the others were.
He needed someone to help him investigate.
Taking off her maid outfit, the Cat Woman changed into slightly more normal clothes, tied up her hair, wore jeans, and a leather jacket—a somewhat punk style, mainly to conceal the collar on her neck.
With a nervous heart, she stepped over the scorched grass.
"It's okay, really, it's okay."
Nothing happened, and she excitedly left the manor.
"Only a fool would go back."
Riding a motorcycle pulled out of the manor's garage, she mockingly gave the manor a middle finger and was about to leave.
But the next moment.
Sizzle…
Current burst from the collar, and the Cat Woman was electrocuted. She and the motorcycle fell to the ground, her body convulsing, her shapely, slender legs uncontrollably pressing together, straightening, and trembling.
"What… what… is this?"
Although it was only once, the pain and humiliation made her remember it. She struggled to control her numb and weak body, standing up from the ground, and spoke with difficulty.
"Making such a gesture behind Master's back, whether as a cat or a maid, is not strange."
She had been talking to herself, not expecting an answer, but Ron's voice rang in her ear.
"So, is this collar some kind of magic artifact controlling me?"
Her heart startled, no longer so surprised by Ron's mystery and power, the Cat Woman gritted her teeth and asked.
She had checked; this collar was a thin band, not looking like it could house any electric shock device.
"It can give you punishment, and it can also give you reward."
"Reward me? Reward me with what?
A jolt of electricity?"
She said with a furious blush. She felt that if she had been electrocuted for a bit longer, she might have lost control of her bladder.
"Go and handle what I told you."
A cold voice sounded, then disappeared.
"Damn bastard."
The Cat Woman gritted her teeth in anger, patted the dirt off her body, picked up the motorcycle, and headed to the place in Gotham's underground where information was bought…
…
"Old Jack, I need that information as soon as possible."
An alley where motorcycles were parked, the back door of a bar.
Coming out of the information-buying place, the eye-masked Cat Woman saw a hardware chain store not far away. Like a thief, she looked left and right, touched the collar that people mistook for a pretty ornament, and walked inside.
A group of men walked out of the bar, their eyes greedily watching her receding back.
"Is that her?"
"No mistake, the jewel thief Cat Woman. This chick has stolen countless artifacts and jewels."
"Guys, it looks like we're going to get rich today."
Recognizing the Cat Woman, the leader of these robbers, Simon, with a beard on his chin and sinister eyes, licked his lips and said excitedly, unable to control himself.
Other faces also showed sinister smiles, as if they saw banknotes waving at them.
Inside the hardware store, with a nervous heart, the Cat Woman bought a large pair of pliers used for forced unlocking.
Pliers that could even cut steel bars. Looking in the mirror, she aimed at the thin silver collar on her neck and squeezed hard.
Crunch, crunch.
Under the iron pliers, a grating metal friction sound that set teeth on edge.
She used all her strength, and the web of her hand burned with pain.
Shaking her hand, the collar on her neck showed no signs of being cut open. In fact, when she took the pliers off, not even a scratch was left on it.
"Damn, what metal is this made of?"
The Cat Woman's beautiful, bright eyes widened in surprise.
The metal collar on her neck was very light in texture, giving her no sense of burden, just like a plastic ornament.
But she hadn't expected it to be ridiculously hard.
"Or was it enchanted with magic?"
Ding-a-ling.
At the supermarket entrance, a bell rang, indicating a customer had arrived.
She turned to look. Several suspicious-looking men with fleshy faces entered. Their eyes, which had been searching around, immediately pretended to be casually examining goods on the shelves when they met her gaze.
The Cat Woman turned back, a shadow flashing in her eyes.
She keenly sensed she was being targeted. She immediately put down the pliers and turned to leave through the supermarket's back door.
Bang.
The back door opened.
Just as the Cat Woman was about to leave, someone who had been ambushing her put a dark gun to the back of her head.
"Don't move, Cat Woman."