Give It a Try

That night!

Russell leaped down from the balcony, darting through the suburban forest before vanishing as he ran across the river's surface.

After he left, the cat jumped down from the fifteenth floor and followed the lingering scent in the air to the river.

Staring at the tranquil water, the cat raised its front paws, then walked along the riverbank until it found an iron bridge.

"Just as I thought, not an ordinary cat..." Russell wore the modified Deathstroke Armor and hovered high above the bridge on a Vertical Takeoff Glider.

The moment he realized the cat possessed supernatural abilities, Catwoman was the first person who came to mind. That thief and antihero had been born in Gotham City.

The female cat burglar's greatest achievement was repeatedly escaping Batman's grasp while also driving him mad with infatuation.

Considering that the old master was a man of temperament who often got dizzy over beautiful women, Catwoman's accomplishment did not seem quite so dazzling.

During the day, Russell had searched for information on Catwoman online, only to find no such person. In other words, the cat had yet to grant some lucky person cat-related superpowers.

That set Russell's imagination running wild. The cat had the talent to grant others superpowers—had it approached him rashly because he was qualified to become Catman?

Or did it simply think he was a foolish rich man and a decent litter-box cleaner, so it wanted to play around with him for food, drink, and fun?

If it was the former, Russell refused. Catman and the like were far too painful to picture.

But if it was the latter, then this feline was way too heartless. It spent his money, toyed with his feelings, wasted his time, and then gave the superpower to someone else.

No matter which