A certain man from the motherland

Catwoman tried, but she couldn't leave at all. Could it be that the evil spirit in the old mansion cursed her?

Or some god with a bad personality was joking with her.

She didn't know, but she knew that she might not be able to leave that man for the time being.

Until he finds out what's going on with him, he can only endure being a kitten for the time being.

"Dear master, it's time to wake up."

Selena, who was wearing a black silk maid outfit, opened the curtains to let in the morning sunlight, showing a standard eight-tooth smile on her beautiful face, and gave Ron a warm wake-up call.

On the bed, Ron, who still maintained his habit of sleeping even though he didn't need to sleep, opened his eyes, glanced at her body, and said slowly.

"I remember I wanted you to be a cat, not a maid."

"Well, isn't this it?"

Selena was like a naughty kitten, flicking the cat ear hair ornament on her head to signal Ron.

"There is no one waiting in this empty house. I feel that I can do more for the owner."

She blinked her big brown eyes, her eyelashes flickered, and her expression was sincere, acting like an obedient maid who thought and served her master wholeheartedly.

There was no trace of him wanting to sneak away last night.

"When you are a cat, you will inevitably be touched, so I am not stupid.

If you touch it, you might want to miss the gun and go off."

Catwoman kept her fake smile, cursing in her heart.

What gave you the illusion that a maid only needs to clean the house?"

After lifting the quilt, Ron stood up, washed and changed his clothes, and came to her.

"ah……"

Catwoman was startled again at the frightening speed. She leaned against the wall next to the window and looked at Ron who had changed into a suit. She didn't dare to relax.

"An obedient maid should do more than just wake you up in the morning."

Ron's eyes showed indifferent amusement as he stepped closer and put his hand on her fair and tender neck.

"So the magical master wants a good morning kiss?"

"Or is it that the master is actually a vampire living in an old house and wants to taste the blood of the maid in the morning?"

An alluring faint blush appeared on her face, like a green apple, and her eyes looked away, as if she was too shy to look at Ron.

"Men are indeed creatures whose lower body is dominated."

Catwoman, who looked shy on the surface, pinched her thigh secretly: "Kiss him and it will be like being licked by a dog."

It was a bit of a misstep, and she had to be patient.

You have to figure out what's going on with this guy and what's going on in your own body, so that you can escape.

"Your heart is beating fast.

Are you really shy, or are you talking bad about me?"

Ron could see that Catwoman's shyness was not fake at all.

Selena was orphaned since she was a child and lived a gloomy life. She had no time for love. After escaping from her lucky mother, she has been working as a jewelry thief, focusing on jewelry.

Judging from her memories and thoughts, this was the first time she had been so close to a man.

However, years of gloomy and difficult life have long trained Catwoman to have a strong heart. She is not a little girl who will be shy and unable to control herself casually.

"Is it magic or a vampire?"

Seeing that Ron ignored her temptation, Catwoman cursed inwardly and kept silent, pretending to be even more shy.

Ron leaned forward, just when she thought her first kiss was about to be snatched away by this hateful guy in front of her.

Click!

A crisp sound sounded.

It's like something metal that's fastened on.

"Don't think I didn't see your little move last night."

He whispered in her ear.

"Next time it won't be a shock."

"What's this?"

Catwoman touched her neck in panic, and a silver collar was put around her neck.

It is engraved with intertwining patterns of thunder and electric flowers. It is exquisite and beautiful, but it is still a collar.

As a human being, being collared is undoubtedly a humiliation.

"Shouldn't pets have collars personally worn by their owners?"

"Master, I am a cat, not a dog."

Hearing his answer, a smile appeared on her beautiful face and she emphasized.

"it's the same."

Ron doesn't care about her.

"As a jewel thief, I believe you have channels that ordinary people don't know about.

Go and investigate the people on the note."

He handed over a note.

"Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Diana Prince..."

Catwoman muttered these names, raised her head and asked.

"Who are they? What do you want them for?"

Didn't get an answer.

"You know, I can't stay too far away from you." She thought of the few thunderbolts that almost hit her last night, feeling frightened and pretending to be timid.

"It's okay now," Ron replied.

DC's timeline is not as clear as Marvel's. He speculated on the approximate timeline not long after Batman returned to Gotham to fight crime.

But other than remembering that Superman lived on a farm in rural Kansas, he had no memory of where the others were.

Someone needs to help him investigate.

After taking off her maid uniform, Catwoman changed into slightly normal clothes, tying up her hair, jeans on the lower body, and a leather jacket on the upper body. She had a bit of a punk style, mainly to hide the collar around her neck.

She walked across the charred grass with a feeling of apprehension.

"It's okay, really, it's okay."

Nothing happened and she left the manor excitedly.

"Only a fool would go back."

Riding on a motorcycle that had been pulled out of the manor's garage, she mockingly raised her middle finger in the direction of the manor and was about to leave.

But the next moment.

Sizzling...

Electricity burst out from the collar, and Catwoman was shocked. She fell to the ground with her motorcycle, her whole body convulsed, and her well-proportioned and slender legs couldn't control themselves, stretched out and trembled.

"What...this...is?"

Although it was only for a moment, the pain and embarrassment made her remember it. She tried her best to control her numb and weak body to stand up from the ground, and spoke with difficulty.

"It's not strange for a cat or a maid to make such a gesture to the owner behind his back."

She was talking to herself, not expecting an answer, but Ron's voice rang in her ears.

"So this collar is some kind of witchcraft that controls me?"

Shocked in her heart, no longer surprised by Ron's mystery and power, Catwoman gritted her teeth and asked.

She checked and found that the collar was very thin and did not look like it could be equipped with any electric shock device.

"It can punish you, but it can also reward you."

“Reward me? Reward me with what?

A current?"

She said with a shy and angry expression, she felt that if she had been shocked for a while longer, she might have become incontinent.

"Go and complete the tasks assigned to you."

A cold voice sounded and then disappeared.

"Damn bastard."

Catwoman was so angry that she gritted her teeth, patted the dirt on her body, picked up the motorcycle, and headed to the underground place in Gotham where she purchased the information...

…

"Old Jack, I want the news as soon as possible."

An alley where motorcycles are parked, the back door of a bar.

Coming out of the place where she bought the news, Catwoman wearing an eye patch saw a hardware supermarket chain not far away. She looked around like a thief, touched the collar that was regarded as a beautiful jewelry, and walked inside.

A group of people walked out of the bar, looking at her retreating back with greedy eyes.

"Is it her?"

"That's right, jewelry thief Catwoman, this little girl has stolen countless cultural relics and jewelry."

"Guys, it looks like we're going to make a fortune today."

Recognizing Catwoman, the leader of this group of robbers, with a beard on his chin and sinister eyes, Simon licked his lips and couldn't control his excitement.

Other faces also showed ferocious smiles, as if they saw the banknotes waving to them.

When she arrived at the hardware supermarket, Catwoman felt anxious and bought a pair of large pliers that could be used to forcibly open locks.

With pliers that could even cut steel bars, he looked in the mirror and pinched hard at the seemingly thin silver collar on his neck.

Click, click.

Under the iron pliers, there was a tooth-gripping sound of metal friction.

She used all her strength to suck the breast, and her mouth was burning and painful.

He shook his hand and saw that the collar around his neck showed no signs of being twisted. He even took off the pliers and saw that there wasn't even a scratch left on it.

"Damn, what kind of metal is this made of?"

Catwoman opened her beautiful and bright eyes in surprise.

The metal collar around her neck was very light and did not bring any burden to her, just like a plastic jewelry.

But I didn't expect it to be too hard.

"Or is it enchanted?"

jingle.

In front of the supermarket, a bell rings, indicating that a customer is coming.

She turned around and saw several men with suspicious looks and sinister faces coming in. As soon as their eyes that were looking around caught hers, they immediately pretended to look at the products on the shelves as if nothing had happened.

Catwoman turned her head, a haze flashed across her eyes.

She was keenly aware that she was being watched, immediately put down the pliers, turned around and left through the back door of the supermarket.

Bang.

The back door opens.

Just as Catwoman was about to leave, the person who had been ambushing her a long time ago hit her head with a black gun from behind.

"Don't move, Catwoman."