dognovel Chapter 840 We were robbed, Catwoman
Chapter 840 We were robbed, Catwoman
On this day, Bruce Wayne received a piece of news that was hard to say whether it was good or bad: Harvey Dent proposed to Rachel Dawes successfully, and their wedding was about to begin preparations in full swing.
When he first heard the news, Bruvie Wayne thought someone was joking, but he soon confirmed that it was true.
After about ten minutes of silence, he told Alfred that he would hold a grand banquet to celebrate Rachel Dawes and Harvey Dent.
Alfred knew what he was thinking and wanted to advise him, but in the end, nothing came out of his mouth.
Just before leaving, he asked, "Master Wayne, are you inviting Rosen to this party?"
"Of course not. I don't know him well."
Alfred nodded and quietly walked out of the room, leaving Bruce Wayne staring at a photo on the table in silence.
The banquet was sumptuous and all the invited guests were very satisfied, including Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes.
The only slight flaw is that Bruce Wayne only showed up and then left.
Considering his usual behavior, no one thought there was anything wrong with this, and some even thought that this was how Bruce Wayne should be.
Alfred walked over to the busy kitchen.
"Mr. Till, why are your people taking the main staircase?" He held a key in his hand and looked at the person in charge of the banquet, and asked, "Where is Ms. Bolton?"
"She's at the bar, sir. How can I help you?" a maid wearing a pearl necklace agreed.
"Go to the living room in the east building, open the door, and put the plate on the table." Alfred instructed, handing over the key in his hand, "Then lock the door, and don't do anything else."
The maid nodded, picked up the plate, walked through the long corridor, went up the stairs, and finally came to the living room of the east building.
After putting the food on the plate, she seemed to be curious about everything around her, so she walked around naturally.
It was not until he stood in front of a target and looked at the two carbon fiber arrows nailed on it that he was frightened by an arrow that suddenly flew towards him. He covered his mouth and jumped away with his hands covering the scream that was about to come out.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wayne." She apologized repeatedly, then looked at the man in front of her who was leaning on a cane and looked a little haggard, and said, "Are you Mr. Wayne?"
"This necklace is so beautiful." Bruce Wayne did not answer her. Instead, he looked at the pearl necklace on her neck and said, "It reminds me of my mother's. It can't be the same one because her pearl necklace is in the safe."
As he spoke, he walked towards the cabinet next to him and said, "And the manufacturer guaranteed that it is infallible..."
Having said this, the cabinet opened, revealing an opened and empty safe. He then looked at the girl in front of him with a playful look.
"Oh, but no one has ever told me that," the girl said, laughing.
"I'm afraid I can't let you take it away," said Bruce Wayne.
"Come on, you won't bully a woman," the girl said as she walked towards him in her high heels with an elegant cat-step, "just like I won't bully a ..."
She looked at Bruce Wayne and said calmly, "Just like a disabled person."
As she spoke, she had already come close, and with a deft hook of her left foot, the cane in Bruce Wayne's hand flew out.
With a bang, Bruce Wayne fell to the ground.
The girl walked away lightly and said, "Of course, we have to make exceptions occasionally."
As she spoke, she walked to the window that had been opened early, smiled and said, "Good night, Mr. Wayne." Then she leaned back and lightly climbed out of the window, disappearing into the night.
"Ms. Tate wants to see you again..." Alfred walked into the room and saw Bruce Wayne squatting in front of the safe, fiddling with something. "What are you doing?"
"Checking for fingerprints, we were robbed," Bruce Wayne replied.
"So that's how you plan to call the police, huh?"
"She took the pearl necklace, which had a tracker on it," Bruce Wayne replied.
"she?"
"A maid." Bruce Wayne said, "Maybe you should stop letting them come here."
"Then maybe you should learn to take care of yourself, like making your bed." Alfred laughed and teased, then asked, "Why are you taking fingerprints?"
"It's not me, it's her."
At the same time, the girl who climbed out of the window landed steadily on the lawn. She then tore off the accessories on her clothes that she used to disguise herself as a maid and threw them into the flowers beside her. Then she took two quick steps and got into a car that had just stopped.
The person in the car was a congressman, and they happened to have just met at the banquet.
Not long after, the congressman was on the breaking news.
Because he was missing.
This is definitely not good news for Gotham City, which has just calmed down for a while and showed signs of returning to normal order.
So under the personal leadership of Police Chief Jim Gordon, the police began an all-out search for the congressman, and any sign of trouble would arouse their high vigilance.
At this time, the girl who stole Bruvie Wayne's fingerprints was also trading with someone.
It just seemed like the scene wasn't very harmonious, as the other party clearly wasn't going to pay.
Because at this moment he was pointing a gun at the girl.
"If we follow what we agreed beforehand, things will be much simpler," said the girl.
"We have to make sure that nothing goes wrong." The man with the gun said, "Even for a girl as charming as you, no one will miss you after you die."
"Not really," the girl agreed. "But my friend, every police officer in Gotham misses him."
At this moment, the TV on the wall was playing the news of the congressman's disappearance and his photo.
"But they won't find such a place..." the man said with a hopeful mentality.
"I don't know that. You just used his phone," said the girl.
Before he could finish his words, the sound of sudden braking was heard outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
The man's accomplice noticed something was wrong and immediately rushed over to kill the girl.
But the girl's reaction was not slow at all. She restrained the man in front of her with her backhand, and killed his two accomplices with the gun in her hand, and then started screaming.
Bang.
Heavily armed SWAT police broke down the door and rushed in. All the men standing were either pinned to the ground and handcuffed, or beaten to death on the spot.
The screaming girl was allowed to leave calmly because she looked like an innocent victim.
As she was walking on the street shrouded in darkness, she happened to see a 1967 Mustang GT 500 parked outside a fast food restaurant on the side of the road. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she walked over immediately.
Fortunately the car door was not locked and the keys were still in the car.
"Good luck." She whistled, immediately shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove the car onto the road.
"Taking something without permission is stealing." As she spoke, the cold and hard muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of her head.
The voice just now said without a trace of emotion; "Well, Miss Thief who came uninvited, please tell me your name, and I will be kind enough to carve it on your tombstone later."
"Selina Kyle." The girl tried to calm herself down while driving, and said, "Believe me, I just..."
"I just went to Bruce Wayne's place to take a pearl necklace that he had put in his safe, and took his fingerprints. Then I sold it for a good price, and I happened to see a car on the side of the road with the keys in it, so I planned to steal it, right?"
Note: The following plot actually takes place eight years after the Joker's death, but I have changed the timeline to make the story more compact. Please don't mind, dear readers.