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

The light in the hut was turned off, and Serena rolled over on the bed lightly, and buried herself in the soft nest.

The newborn little white cat stepped on her face and walked to the inner side of the bed, and lay down on Carl's neck. As the one being stepped on, Serena just breathed a sigh of relief and set the little white cat up. Soft hair on the back.

"Did you cast some spell on her, baby?" she whispered in the dark. "She loves you very much. It's so enviable."

"Magic is dangerous." Carl said, his pronunciation was very clear when he said this sentence, as if he had repeated this sentence countless times seriously, "I want to stay away from magic and stay safe."

"Are you a mutant?"

"No." Carl whispered.

I'm a Kryptonian, he said to himself, though he didn't understand what a Kryptonian meant.He didn't know what a mutant meant, but he certainly wasn't—my brother said he couldn't tell others about himself, so he just denied that he was a mutant and didn't say anything extra.

The clear moonlight leaked into the small room, and a black shadow passed by the window, as fast as an illusion.

Carl moved a bit, wanting to speak, but a soft hand stretched out from under the quilt, and patted the back of his hand gently, as if hinting him not to act rashly.

Carl, who didn't know why, didn't move any more.

There was an extremely slight rustling sound. This movement was too small, and it was easily hidden in the breeze outside the window. There was a vibration above his head. Someone was slowly approaching here. Carl raised his head and saw Batman walking slowly. Approaching from the roof.

The cats were startled, some raised their heads and looked upwards, and some remained seemingly lazy, but under the thick fur, their muscles were tense, ready to go.

"Catwoman!" Someone broke through the window and let out a deep growl amidst the sound of shattering glass, "Put..."

Before he could finish his words, a long whip pierced the air, and it was whipped firmly——of course he grabbed it.

Serena snorted dissatisfiedly, but she expected that Batman could catch her attack, and the whip was not for attack.

Taking advantage of Batman's lack of movement, she flicked her wrist lightly, and the whip tail twisted around Batman's arm like a snake. Then she raised her hand violently, trying to throw Batman off. fly.

But Batman stood where he was, motionless as a monolith.

This failure was beyond Serena's expectations. She didn't expect Batman's weight to be so shocking—she had knocked down a lot of men who were about the same size as Batman, and she could almost estimate how much strength was needed. Because the opponent was Batman, she specially added two points of strength, but the attack still failed.

She frowned, but didn't do anything else, but took a few steps back slowly and stood still.

Batman doesn't seem to be malicious, and although he just broke through the window, he doesn't show much intent to attack.

"What are you doing here? I've heard about you, the big man who has become famous recently, Batman, some people call you the Dark Knight, and think you are protecting this city." Serena sneered, "I remember Batman never takes a shot at the average citizen of Gotham?"

"Catwoman." Batman called out Serena's identity in his signature deep voice, "hand over the baby."

"...Kitty." Carl called out at the right time.

Serena and Batman looked back at him at the same time, and responded at the same time: "Huh?"

Then they turned their heads sharply and stared at each other tightly.

The upper half of Batman's face was blocked by the mask, and no expression changes could be seen from his chin. This was not the case for Catwoman. She was only wearing a soft and light top and a pair of lace panties, and her entire face was completely covered. Exposed, the expression is very obvious surprise and surprise.

"Did I guess wrong or something else?" She raised her brows with a half-smile, "I thought he was calling me when he called the kitten, but actually the kitten was calling you?"

Batman stared at Catwoman indifferently, without saying a word.

After discovering that Carl was missing, Bruce immediately went back to the Batcave and changed into a bat costume, and called up the video in the castle to browse and view, so he naturally understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.

The fact that Catwoman was able to sneak into Wayne Manor without anyone noticing surprised him. However, although Wayne Manor's security equipment is excellent, it is not much higher than the level of technology shown by the bright side of this world. The woman is a world-class thief and has special means to break through security, so this result is not too surprising.

Bruce just secretly made up his mind to upgrade the ostensible facilities of Wayne Manor. Catwoman's successful burglary just happened to be an opportunity to upgrade the equipment.

For this reason, he even decided not to recover the pink diamond stolen by Catwoman, and kept the crime scene of Catwoman, so that he could notify the police tomorrow and publicize the theft of Wayne Manor with great fanfare.

He has no strong hostility towards Catwoman, and being stolen expensive jewelry is nothing to him. What makes him angry is Carl's disappearance, but whether it is the surveillance video or the note left by Carl, it shows that he is himself. Run away with Catwoman.

The video is not on audio, which is okay, Batman can read lips, but even if he can't read lips, he knows what Carl said when he confronted Catwoman.

--kitten.

Then when we first met, Carl ran towards him for a hug while calling out to the kitten... Batman felt very powerless.

The little guy is too easy to deceive, right?Did he think it was a cat with ears?

Well, Catwoman not only has ears, but also a tail, and even poses like a cat. She also adopted a lot of wild cats in her old den. It’s not surprising that the little guy would respond to her kitten, and the little guy ran away with her No wonder.

Batman secretly made up his mind that when he brought the little guy back, he must be criticized and educated, and he must understand that he had better stay in the Batcave or inside the castle, and at most he could only go for a walk in the garden of Wayne Manor The circle, other places are very dangerous.

He didn't respond to Catwoman's teasing, partly because he was too lazy to respond, and partly because he didn't know how to respond.

He almost doubted whether the image of Batman was still "Gotham's fear". Carl, who was only two years old, was not afraid of him, and Catwoman was not afraid of him. This was a great failure.

"...Kitty." Carl called out again.

He lifted the quilt and sat upright, the little white cat lying on his neck slipped down, as if realizing something, stumbled away from the soft quilt.

Batman, who had experienced this tone when he was Bruce, felt something was wrong. He gave up confronting Catwoman, but turned to face Catwoman, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to Carl.

"Come here." He said in a low voice.

Cal got up from the bed and walked slowly towards Batman.

He walked from darkness to moonlight.

The moon in Gotham was really too bright, dazzlingly bright, and shimmered on his face.

He bit his lower lip, but he didn't cry like Bruce imagined, but the tears pouring out of his eyes gathered into a small stream and fell on the quilt and mattress that had been thrown away indiscriminately, fainting One small dark spot after another develops.

Serena suddenly bent down and knelt on the bed to touch Carl's pillow.

Her sudden movement aroused Batman's vigilance. He looked up and saw Catwoman crawling beside him like a cat, with a slender waist and buttocks, lace strung on her hip bones, every curve was infinitely beautiful.He retracted his eyes calmly.

Carl's pillow was soaked.

"Little baby, have you been crying just now...?" She was so surprised that she was at a loss for what to do.

Carl doesn't answer her, and avoids Batman's outstretched hand.He walked to the edge of the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and wiped his face with the back of his hand, but no matter how hard he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it clean, because no matter how hard he tried to endure, he couldn't stop his tears.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shrugged his shoulders, and was driven by this movement to let out a low sob, like the immature whine of a small animal.

But the cry only appeared for a moment, and he stopped his breath just as it broke through his throat, holding all the sounds in his chest.

"I'm fine." He said in a milky voice after a few seconds.

"I don't think so," Batman said, bending down to force Carl into his arms and taking him away, but Serena roughly pushed him away and gave him a glare.

"Stay here." She said unquestionably, "You made him cry."

She patted Carl's head, pulled him into her arms, and patted his back lightly.As an orphan, she had spent a long time in an orphanage when she was young, and she had some experience in raising children. Karl buried his head in her arms and cried silently for a while.

Batman stood aside silently, just watching.

After a few minutes he said, "Give him to me."

"You came here so fast," Serena said. "It seems that you do have connections with the wealthy Wayne family. Why, Wayne told you that his son is missing?"

"...he's not Wayne's son," said Batman dryly. "Give him to me."

Serena wanted to say something more, but Carl raised his head, opened his arms towards Batman, and sobbed, "Kitty."

Batman hugged him, and this action seemed to turn on some hidden switch, and Carl cried "Wow", crying out of breath.

"Not Kitty! No Kitty!" He muttered, as if desperately enduring, but also as if his sanity was about to collapse, this contradiction was vividly expressed in his loud and small crying and the trembling of his body, "Kitty! "

Batman hugged Carl awkwardly, trying to pat him on the back like Catwoman did, but Carl's trembling body made him not know where to start.

"What are you doing?!" Serena's voice contained anger, "You don't even know how to hold a baby, what are you doing?! Give him to me!"