I couldn't see clearly, and several people were coughing repeatedly.

Suddenly, there was a clear "clang" sound from the right side, as if something fell. Catwoman reacted quickly and whipped it directly, but when she pulled it back, she saw that it was a fire extinguisher!

No matter where the fire extinguisher came from, Catwoman shook the fire extinguisher vigorously, and Batman said: "Go from the place where they threw the incendiary bottle. There should be a vacuum zone there!"

Batman was leading the way with a fire extinguisher, and Catwoman was supporting Christine from behind.

Sure enough, the person who threw the flask used a lot of force, causing the flask to fall in the center of the hall instead of in front of the door. There was no flammable material except a small piece of carpet in front of the door. Batman used the fire extinguisher to put out the flammable objects.

With the flames burning, the two of them rushed forward.

Walking to the door, Batman first broke the door lock with his gun, and then began to hit the iron door with all his strength.

The man who threw the Molotov cocktail obviously left in a hurry. The front door was not as blocked as the back door. Batman knocked on the front door several times and opened a gap.

But this also means that the air has begun to circulate, and the fire has become bigger. Catwoman has almost fainted from choking. Batman can clearly feel that his hand on her shoulder has begun to slide down. Once he loses consciousness,

, she and Christine will definitely die.

Batman used all his strength and finally hit hard. With a "Bang!" sound, the door was opened and the three of them escaped. Catwoman was breathing heavily. At this time, both Batman and Catwoman were covered in smoke.

Traces of burning fire.

After sending Christine back, Batman asked Catwoman sitting in the passenger seat while driving: "Why did you rush in to save Christine? That was dangerous, wasn't it?"

Catwoman was still looking at the interior decoration of the luxury car excitedly. It was obvious that she had never been in such an expensive car.

She cleared her throat to ease her excitement. After a while, she said: "Actually, I just thought of a lot of reasons for you to praise me. For example, I plan to learn from you to be a good person. For example, I actually

She is a righteous heroine at heart, or maybe I can’t stand those kidnappers harming innocent people..."

Then Catwoman looked at him, and when she was stared at by those brown eyes, Batman felt his heart beating fast again.

"You don't want me to do bad things, but I really like those gems so much. Then I can do bad things once and do good things again. Isn't that okay?"

"...Well, actually, I just want to make you happy." Catwoman shrugged.

"I know that I can't be a great hero. I just like to steal things. This is a habit I have developed since I was a child. I don't know how to speak great principles. Maybe that girl is always waiting for you on the street.

She is much better than me. After all, she is highly educated, beautiful and charming, but also very simple and ignorant, and has never done anything bad."

"But that's just me. I never think about those things. I just do what I want to do. Whether you think of me as a criminal or as an irredeemable bad guy, I am who I am. This is who I am.

a cat."

Batman's hand on the steering wheel loosened slightly. He didn't know if this was the answer he wanted.

But he knew that Catwoman's romance, liveliness and sincerity were not the fundamental reasons why he fell in love with her.

A bat will fall in love with a cat. He is just envious of her freedom. Those are the freedoms that he, as a Dark Knight, will never get.

He has made up his mind to fight to the end with this hopeless city.

Looking at the luxury car slowly stopping at the intersection, Schiller on the roof said to the symbiote in his mind: "...No, we can't go down. What happens next is not something children should watch."

The symbiote let out a series of dissatisfied grunts.

"Yes, I know you did a great job just now. You took a fire extinguisher from the cafe across the street and threw it in. It was very accurate!"

"But what happened in the car is just a meaningless reproduction process of human beings. You symbionts don't need this process. You just need to shed the scum."

The symbiote fell silent, and Schiller didn't know if he understood.

Schiller moved his eyes away from the luxury car and looked at the dimly lit night in Gotham.

Maybe this is a hopeless city, maybe Batman is an ordinary person who feels despair and confusion, he thought.
Chapter completed!