[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

"bang—"

The muffled sound of armor covered in flesh and blood hitting the ground.

Batman didn't hear this, he was on his back, the pain from the severe wound in his lungs overwhelmed everything, his nerves were quickly numb, his mouth was filled with bitterness, and something warm came out of his mouth and nose.

It's blood.

It is also his life.

Tonight should be the limit of what he can go.

"Meow."

At this time, there was a cat squatting not far away watching him.

Under the tinnitus, he couldn't hear, but his sight was still there, but it was a phantom interlaced with pink and red spots, but the strange thing was that he knew that there was a cat there.

pitch black.

The one following Jason.

He remembered it as "natch."

The corner of Batman's mouth moved almost invisibly, but no sound came out.But Naqi saw it and understood what he meant, so the little black cat jumped off the high wall and walked towards him with small steps.

For Naqi, this injury can last for a long time, so it is not in a hurry, it first turned around Batman twice in a reserved and graceful manner, and then approached the big bat's mouth.

It was close enough to feel the faint warmth of the kitten's breathing.

At this moment, he no longer coughed, the pain in his lungs began to calm down, his breathing slowed down, his limbs spread numbness, and the blood stopped gushing out.

Natch moved closer.

It licked lightly at the corner of the bat's mouth.

The smell of blood.

In terms of its taste, the blood of the internal organs is warmer and sweeter, with a breath from life itself.

Small licks of sweetness quickly satisfied the little black cat, who licked his mouth and looked into Batman's eyes through the goggles.

"Meow?" Do you want me to save you?

Batman moved his lips slightly.

He can't make a sound, but fortunately it always has a way to understand.

The kitten licked the bloodstains on the tip of its nose, and quickly ate them up. Afterwards, black smoke enveloped the surroundings, covering Batman's sight. Hold on, each layer only slowed down a little and then instantly shattered, and at the same time, the back touched the softness of the next layer.

Repeatedly.

There seems to be no end.

He was falling into the abyss of death, and something was catching him.

"tick".

Something fell to the ground.

Very light, like drops of water.

Batman opened his eyes.

He saw a humanoid creature, wrapped tightly in the black mist, looking down at his "corpse". He saw that it was holding a bright red heart in its hand, fiddled with it and observed it with great interest.

It was his blood that dripped.

"Nach." Batman guessed the identity of the figure.

The human form seemed to be stunned, and after a while, it slowly turned around and looked at Batman.

"You are awake." The hoarse and erratic voice seemed to be singing indecipherable poetry from another world.

"Awake?" Batman asked.

He could feel that his body was still falling to the place of death, he could feel the lack of oxygen in the brain after the heartbeat stopped, the sense of powerlessness that could only sink, the instinctive desire for life, and the pain caused by endless regrets .

They never stop.

Yet time stopped.

Batman stared at his body.

The human figure seemed to feel his pain, it looked at him, raised its hand slightly, and the finger still covered in bat blood touched the side of Batman's face from a subtle distance, but it didn't really touch it.

"You should go to sleep."

Why would you rather bear the pain and be sober?Why are you willing to suffer hardships and not choose to give up?

Strange creature.

It is a kind of existence that should not exist among fragile human beings.

Natch had to admit that he was unduly curious about Batman.

The thought of dissecting and smashing has been echoing in the depths of Kitten's mind.

It's a pity that it has been unable to understand the existence of the human brain.

Too complicated.

The figure sighed softly.

"It's up to you." Naqi didn't force it.

At this moment, it had opened its stomach and was moving its intestines to the side. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Batman also leaned over to take a look at the internal organs in his body.

……

Not to mention.

Natch was taken aback by what he did.

The figure backed away slightly, as if dissatisfied with the sudden approach of this person.

Too reserved.

Where do humans come to see their internal organs?

Natch felt confused.

This human being is really incomprehensible.

It silently threw away all the organs that were broken or punctured by broken bones, hollowed out the body of the big bat, and then began to fiddle with the broken spine and some steel nails, which were from Bain and Bain in the early years. Medals of battle.Natch put them aside, keeping them as Batman's mementos.

Batman didn't want it, but the doll didn't ask what he meant, and Diameter started the next step.

It picks out broken bones, nerves, blood clots.

The spirit has been fully invested in it, and the actions are very serious, which can be said to be meticulous.

Soon, the cleanup was over.

Next is the newborn with weaving.

Batman watched his bones begin to elongate, and the strong and complete ribs wrapped brand-new organs, which were soon covered with fascia, nerves, blood vessels, muscles and cortex.

This is almost equivalent to re-making a body.

Except the brain.

Batman noticed that Natch had only repaired the broken cervical spine and collarbone, and that it was only a simple inspection after that, and then abandoned it.

"Why aren't further tests done?" Batman asked.

Naqi was also willing to answer: "The reason why I moved Jason's head was because the explosion and flames damaged his brain, and you suffered a little concussion at most. The damage is much smaller than my craniotomy. There is no need to take risks."

"There is a risk of being cut open by you?"

"Memory problems, or something else? I'm not sure, the human brain is very complicated." Naqi said truthfully.

Batman was lost in thought.

At this point his body has fully healed.

The pulling force of death no longer continues to affect his thinking, and Batman can clearly feel his own vitality.

"You should wake up." The figure raised its finger and pointed to the side.

As it points, Batman sees Catwoman, the lady who's just chased out some thugs, and is about to start a fight with Stephanie, who arrives later.

Only then did he realize that time was not passing.

"Your ability?"

"Our dimensions are different, and our sense of time is different." Naqi said, "In my time, this operation is only one second, and it will only consume one second of yours."

Batman was about to ask something more, but Naqi pushed him lightly: "Okay, now you should go back to your human time."

He sank from the clouds and rose from the depths.

Batman opened his eyes.

"Stop it all." He immediately stopped Catwoman and Stephanie who were about to fight.

The two stopped, not obedient, but simply frightened.

Catwoman saw Natch squatting on Batman's chest. She reached out and hugged the cat: "It seems that you are a kitten with a secret."

Naqi gave a soft "meow" in response.

When Stephanie asked, the roar of the motorcycle approached, and the poor Nightwing motorcycle rolled over directly, and the big blue bird jumped off and flopped to Batman's side, in exchange for an education that was neither serious nor serious.

"How about your stability?"

"It fell with you and broke." The big blue bird chirped angrily.

Batman:

"..."

This kid is so ugly, I really don't know who he looks like.

The little black cat yawned.

The nights in Gotham were peaceful.

Naqi nestled in Catwoman's arms and licked his fur, watching Batman reunite with the children, and then this human stared at it, which made Naqi a little puzzled. He thought that this person also wanted to "run away from home" once, but he didn't expect The other party sent an invitation.

"You hosted Jason last time. Are you coming to my house this time?" Batman asked.

Naqi was a little confused.

This human being is inviting himself home?

What kind of person invites home a cat who can lick his heart out?

crazy?Still stupid?

Lying is meaningless to them, not only does it mean that they don't like to lie, but it also means that lies have no effect on them. Naqi glanced at Batman's spirit from their dimension and found that this person is very calm and serious.

bold human.

Naqi commented in this way, and gave a soft "meow": yes.

Anyway, based on the experience it gained from Jason, it was probably Batman who regretted it first.

Where is it so easy to raise a cat?

Natch thought casually.

Ye Yi's motorcycle was officially scrapped just now, and now he can only go back together in the Batmobile.

Batman drives, and Nightwing sits in the co-pilot. This semi-armored Batmobile also has a back seat. The back seat of the "trunk" is used to hold prisoners. It is very unsuitable for transporting cats, so Natch naturally Nestled on Nightwing's lap.

The big blue bird, cautiously, went into petrification mode.

A dangerous cat, crouching on its own lap, anyone would suffocate.

But it's still soft, small, and harmless, like a piece of richly-smelling chocolate.

Dick said that he just wanted to bury his head and suck hard, and he couldn't raise any vigilance at all.

Yet Batman is right there.

Batman doesn't understand the cuteness of cats at all, and he certainly won't allow him to smoke cats during his work, dangerous or not, not at all.

Dick could only sigh secretly, quietly raised his hand and tried to rub the cat's back.

Naqi didn't resist, but turned his head and gently rubbed his palm.So Dick relaxed too, slid his palm secretly with the least noticeable movement, and began to masturbate and masturbate to his heart's content.

Back home Damian was already waiting.

"Father." The little boy was a little emotional.

Batman, who was not good at comforting, stretched out his hand to Dick without thinking, grabbed the back of Nach's neck, and threw him into Damian's arms.

I remember where I learned that sucking docile animals can soothe part of the trauma.

Naturally, Batman thinks Damian needs a cat now.

Natch & Damian & Dick:  …

The atmosphere once entered petrification.

Natch reacted first.

"Meow-!" You idiot!

Down!

It has grown so big, after hundreds of years, no one has dared to lift it by the back of the neck!

I'm so angry.

Damian subconsciously hugged the cat tightly, preventing Natchy from rushing out and scratching Batman's head into a bald head.The little boy didn't care about his emotions anymore, he hurriedly coaxed the cat: "We don't care about him."

Batman is really innocent, and asked Dick: "Isn't it said that the correct way to carry a cat is to pull the back of the neck?"

"...I don't think there's a direct relationship between 'the right way' and 'the way cats like it'." Dick expressed his helplessness as tactfully as possible.

Then I quickly jumped to the next topic: "Do you know how to raise a cat? Don't you have cat food at home?"

Batman was silent for a while, and called Ah Fu inside.

There was a long silence on the other side of the inner line.

"Of course, it is your savior after all."

Mr. Housekeeper objected to having an extra cat in the house at first.

Even if it doesn't shed and it's small, it's still a cat.

"Maybe it will get stuck in the cabinet containing the mechanism, maybe it will trigger the alarm in the yard, maybe..." Afu muttered, "Wayne's house has long been unsuitable for cats."

The old butler didn't dislike cats, but due to limited real conditions, the Wayne family was only suitable for all kinds of creatures that were trained to be quiet, obedient and full of self-control.

a cat?

Oh, that's clearly not among them.

"You'll love it, Pennyworth." Only Damian was sure.