"But that's what I am. I never think about those things, I just do what I want to do. Whether you treat me as a criminal or think I'm hopelessly bad guy, I'm me, this is me, a cat."

Batman's hand holding the steering wheel tightly loosened slightly, and he didn't know if this was the answer he wanted.

But he knew that the romance, liveliness and sincerity of Catwoman was not the fundamental reason why he fell in love with her.

A bat will fall in love with a cat, he is just enviing her freedom, those are freedoms that he will never get as a dark knight.

He had made up his mind to fight to the end with this helpless city.

Looking at the luxury car that slowly stopped at the intersection, Schiller on the roof said to the symbiote in his mind: "...No, we can't go down, the next thing is not what children should see."

The symbiont emitted a string of dissatisfied gourm.

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

"But the things in the car are just a meaningless reproduction process for humans. Your symbiosis doesn't need this process. You just need to lose your scum."

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

Schiller looked away from the luxury car and looked at the faintly lit night of Gotham.

Maybe this is a hopeless city, or maybe Batman is also an ordinary person who will feel desperate and confused, he thought.
Chapter completed!