Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 842 Dick's Dick. Gone.
Not to mention the various cute and interesting gadgets Bruce prepared for Catwoman, Yan Xu, who had eaten and drunk his fill and had a good night's sleep, slowly climbed up from Catwoman's pillow, stuck out his butt, raised his tail, and revealed a bell that caught the eyes of all the cats.

After stretching and shaking his fur, Yan Xu jumped off the bed, kicked away the empty can of food, and decided to go for a walk.

Although it was already late, a large number of corporate slaves were still confined to their workstations by their bosses, their eyes glazed over as they typed away at their keyboards, offering their cheap labor for their bosses' money, houses, cars, and women. At least compared to the wages they received, the labor they gave was indeed quite cheap.

As a cat, Yan Xu doesn't need to worry about these things at all. Even without any strength, he can make a living just by being cute. He just needs to be careful of those guys who are overly affectionate and like to catch cats to take their bells.

As Yan Xu walked, he suddenly froze.

I don't know if there's something wrong with my own mindset, but I can eat canned tuna without any psychological barrier, and I'm getting more and more craving it. I clearly wanted to visit the old man's fan club sanatorium, but somehow I ended up at the Iceberg Restaurant.

Although the Penguin is a supervillain, his restaurant is indeed quite good, so Yan Xu turned around and went upstairs.

As a cat, to get the best treatment, you definitely have to convince the boss first. Fortunately, the penguins in this world are not handsome men with a gloomy and three-point madness, but cunning and deformed short fat men, so there is even less psychological barrier to bullying them.

Leisurely sprawled on the Penguin's luxurious executive desk, fiddling with priceless ornaments, while the Penguin and his bodyguard were bound and suspended from the ceiling by countless tentacles emerging from the shadows.

These tentacles were no ordinary thing; they originated from the subspace. So, in no time, four burly, ruthless bodyguards were crying like children.

Penguin wasn't much better off. He was drenched in sweat, and to make matters worse, he had no idea what he was facing. All his schemes and clever rhetoric were useless, since he had never thought about how to threaten, bribe, or please a cat.

"Humans, bring out some delicious food. If it satisfies me, I will allow you to worship me, the great cat god." A god who acts childishly is easy to tempt people to take advantage of, which is exactly what Yan Xu wants. Besides, Gotham is too dark and gloomy; it's better to add some vitality and a different kind of color to it.

"As you wish, Your Majesty the most noble Cat God." The Penguin is the most pragmatic of Gotham's villains. He has held an umbrella for the boss, polished his shoes, risked his life, and done all sorts of hard, tiring, and dirty work. He's practically offering his manhood. So as long as he can survive, he'll drink anything, even freshly ground cat poop coffee, let alone offer a cat a delicious meal, and say it's really good.

No wonder the master would often interrogate the penguin for information; it's because he's too pragmatic.

There were no strange incidents, such as calling in a hundred or so henchmen with machine guns and rocket launchers, nor was there any poisoning of the food.

Penguin isn't an idiot. This is his Iceberg Restaurant. If a fierce battle breaks out, regardless of the outcome, it's his money that will be lost.

Moreover, even in Gotham, no one would choose to eat at a high-end restaurant where gunfights break out from time to time.

As for poisoning, that thing just looks like a cat; who knows what it actually is? What if the poison doesn't work? Wouldn't he die?

However, the real reason the penguin was so obedient was that he saw an opportunity to profit from it and had not been harmed before.

Penguin comes from a good background, which is why his Iceberg Restaurant is considered a high-end restaurant, and therefore he prepares only high-quality ingredients.

These ingredients weren't some cheap, green, organic stuff meant to fool ordinary people. The truly top-quality ingredients were limited in quantity; money couldn't buy them. Without sufficient status, you weren't even qualified to purchase them. So Yan Xu ate with great relish. Yan Xu had long since rid himself of these base desires, but now, for the sake of his original body, he had to pick them up again. In no time, plates of all sizes were being dumped into his mouth like an assembly line, followed by stacks of shiny, translucent plates, cleaner than a dog had licked clean. This made the penguin and his group wonder if they were hallucinating or had transmigrated into some animated film.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, the window of the Penguin's office was broken, followed by the Bat family's traditional power outage, and then, under the cover of darkness, a beating.

The penguin was cunning and immediately hid next to Yan Xu, feeling that there was no safer place than this.

As the first Robin, Dick has followed Batman the longest and has been granted initial permission to act independently, at least for some simple missions.

These past two days, while Batman has been busy analyzing Catwoman's abnormal genes, Dick went out on patrol alone. After encountering some problems, he instinctively went to the Penguin to interrogate him for information, which is an old tradition of the Batman family. However, he encountered such a strange scene: the Penguin, as a mafia boss, was actually behaving respectfully towards a cat. This immediately aroused his vigilance, but it was no use.

Seeing Robin bound by tentacles, the Penguin was absolutely thrilled. Do you know how many beatings he'd taken from those two bastards, one big and one small?!
At this moment, flashes of electricity and tranquilizer darts occasionally streaked across Dick's body as he tried to break free from the tentacles' hold, but to no avail. The strange tentacles were completely unaffected and instead tightened their grip even more.

The only saving grace was that he had grown up and no longer wore Robin shorts that exposed his thighs. Otherwise, just the thought of slippery tentacles crawling down his legs and pressing against his skin sent chills down his spine. Little did he know that he was about to suffer a punishment far worse than death.

"Foolish humans, how dare you disturb the gods' enjoyment of their food." Yan Xu chewed on the expensive foie gras and caviar, glaring at Dick, the number one curvy man in DC, with great displeasure, and then imposed punishment without hesitation, as for the consequences of doing so.

Ha, just like how if he didn't do that, Batman wouldn't have written it down in his little notebook and then prepare 108 different countermeasures.

What Yan Xu needs now is to act spontaneously, break all rules and morals, and completely unleash his nature, rather than worrying and scheming. The more mindless and instinctive he is, the better.

As to whether doing this would seem stupid, it doesn't matter at all; besides, it's quite interesting, isn't it, Miss Dick?

With his black hair and blue eyes, Dick was very handsome, which was the foundation for his future status as a womanizer. However, after the gender swap, paired with the red and green Robin suit, he had a different kind of allure, especially his round and perky buttocks and long and powerful thighs, which gave him the potential to become DC's number one womanizer.

Before the pale-faced, trembling Dick could speak, Yan Xu threw him out and then said to the dumbfounded Penguin.

"Continue serving the dishes."

"Yes, Your Majesty, God of Cats!" The penguin was truly panicked and personally went to serve the food, because he was also afraid that the god's curse would fall upon him.

Given Dick's appearance, he might be presentable after the transformation, but just thinking about his female self makes Penguin want to vomit, so he'd rather die than accept it.

Of course, it's best to stay alive, so...
"Get the hell up and get all the precious ingredients out here!" Clearly, the penguin was no longer planning to live like this.

(End of this chapter)