The Birth of Catwoman

After seeing off Bruce, who had come looking for trouble, Russell searched the house for ages but failed to find even a single suspicious gadget.

There were two possibilities!

One was that Bruce was exceptionally skilled at hiding things and had tucked a bug or something similar somewhere Russell would never think to look.

The other was that Bruce had left nothing behind, and Russell was simply being overly cautious.

Considering Batman was dressed entirely in black, Russell firmly believed the first possibility was more likely. He called toward the door, "Hey, you. The new assistant from today. Get someone to clean up upstairs, and buy a new set of furniture while you're at it."

No one answered!

Russell flew into a rage. Just as his capitalist ugliness was about to erupt and he prepared to fire the other party, he suddenly remembered that he had already fired them.

He had to hire another assistant!

"Damn Bruce Wayne. He actually dared to pry out my headlights. Tonight, I'll take the wheels off the Batmobile." Russell returned to the grill, muttering as he continued his grand barbecue operation.

Crunch!

A skewer of grilled meat went into his mouth, and his teeth bit down on something hard. It was neither a stone nor a bone. When he spat it out and looked, it was actually a tiny listening device.

(￣□￣;)

"Damn it, at this rate I'll have to replace the whole rooftop too..."

Russell sighed and continued eating his barbecue, wondering whether he should leave the troublesome place known as Gotham City.

He had come to Gotham City to trigger a World Quest through Batman. They had met twice, and one of those meetings had even involved a fight, yet neither encounter had yielded anything.

If that was the case, there was