Just as Eric expected, Bruce was completely drawn in by the jewelry and artifacts Penguin displayed, all bearing the characteristics of the Court of Owls.
And with money to burn, he bought nearly every piece of jewelry and artifact.
He thoroughly demonstrated his greatest superpower to Eric—being rich!
"I can smell a conspiracy."
Catwoman looped her arm through Eric's. Seeing Bruce's clearly abnormal state of mind, she frowned and spoke to Eric.
"About what?"
Eric asked Catwoman, who had now reined in her wild side.
"Some people become so immersed in the world others create for them that they fail to notice the abnormalities around them."
Catwoman's eyes gleamed brightly. "Of course, I get like that too, usually when I'm obsessed with jewelry or men. But right now, I can sense the trap Penguin has set, and I can't lose myself in it like those people whose eyes are blinded by jewels."
She raised her burning gaze to Eric. "And I suspect this trap may have something to do with you."
Eric looked at Catwoman in some surprise. He had not expected her to retain a calm side when faced with jewelry.
"Are you always this vigilant?"
"Don't you know about a cat's innate instincts?"
Catwoman looked toward the distinguished guests at the banquet. "I once dated a kid from an orphanage. He told me: don't get too comfortable. Do you know what that means?"
Without waiting for Eric's answer, Catwoman continued.
"Never trust a warm bed or a good life. It's better to tear down the house yourself before someone else does it for you. So I don't trust this cozy little dinner party. Usually, before this house collapses, I'll give it a few kicks and leave early."
"That makes a lot of sense."
Eric nodded. "Interested in making