Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard

Chapter 802 Batman's Mental Breakdown (First Update)

"Whoosh~"

Jerry flew through the air as a white streak and landed steadily in front of a window at the Gotham Royal Hotel.

"Jerry, Jerry, look at my necklace, what do you think? Does it look good?"

As soon as they entered the room, the catwoman excitedly came up to them.

"It's really pretty. Such a big pearl necklace, where did you steal it from? You didn't go and rob a jewelry store again, did you?"

Turning his head to glance at his eyes, Jerry casually asked.

The pearl necklace Catwoman is wearing now is obviously very valuable and not something that ordinary people can afford.

"Robbing a jewelry store? I haven't done that kind of low-skill stuff in ages. This is what I found in the room of Gotham's richest playboy tonight."

His room had quite a few traps, but I easily dealt with them all.

Catwoman raised her chin, a smug expression on her face.

Clearly, tonight's challenging theft greatly satisfied her insatiable curiosity.

"Gotham's richest playboy, you're not talking about Bruce Wayne, are you?"

Jerry was also taken aback when he heard this.

Catwoman nodded immediately.

"Of course, I investigated beforehand. This guy is the richest playboy in all of Gotham, and he changes girlfriends every day. He's a typical scumbag. I hate scumbags like him the most. If I don't steal from him, who else should I steal from?"

"Well, then he probably had a pretty rough day."

Jerry scratched his chin, not paying much attention, and jumped into a cardboard box in the room.

"I'm about to begin my cultivation, don't disturb me!"

For some reason, ever since he became a cat, he has stopped liking to cultivate on a comfortable sofa and instead prefers to cultivate in a place where there is nothing there.

Seeing Jerry enter into meditation, Catwoman, bored, took off her clothes, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and also entered a dream.

Meanwhile, Batman, who was already questioning the meaning of life, returned to his mansion.

He remembers the two minutes he turned into a cat very clearly, but at that time he was unable to rationally control his behavior and acted entirely on instinct.

Therefore, it also caused him some psychological trauma.

"Master, you're back. Everything you need for washing and toiletries is ready."

Afu, with his full head of white hair, looked at Bruce, who looked exhausted, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

Finally, Bruce returned to the family, but unexpectedly, the kid had to play a monster every day to uphold justice, and he always ended up getting injured.

"Alfred, do you believe a cat can talk?"

"You mean Tom, the cat can talk?"

Afu paused for a moment before replying.

Bruce waved his hand:

"It's not the blue cat from the cartoons, it's a tabby cat, about the size of a palm, probably only a month or two old."

"Sir, did you accidentally injure your head during the battle today?"

Afu quickly stepped forward and nervously examined Bruce's head.

Bruce stopped Alfred and said helplessly:

"No, Alfred, I'm going to wash up and go to bed now. I'll tell you what happened tomorrow."

Bruce was at a loss for words about what had happened to him today. He planned to discuss it with Afu in detail after he had organized the relevant videos the next day.

Of course, you must reduce any behaviors you would exhibit after turning into a cat beforehand.

"Oh, okay, then you should rest, sir. I won't disturb you any longer."

Alfred nodded in relief after seeing that Bruce had no injuries on his head, and left the room.

However, shortly after leaving the room, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Go contact the pet stores in the city and see if they sell tabby cats, yes, the Chinese cats. Buy one. Not an adult, just a tiny kitten, about one or two months old, and send it to the estate as soon as you find one."

After hanging up the phone, Afu murmured:

"I didn't expect the young master to be interested in cats. Well, it's good that you have a cat. Keeping a cat can relieve anxiety and release stress."

In Alfred's eyes, ever since Bruce returned and became Batman, it seems that the flame of revenge in his heart has never subsided, and transforming into Batman is just another way of venting it.

He was very worried about Bruce's condition. He had served the Wayne family for three generations and treated Bruce like his own child. His greatest wish was for Bruce to be able to settle down, get married, have children, and live a happy life.

Instead of becoming Batman every night to fight criminals, only to find himself dying at their hands at any moment.

Perhaps having a cat could help Bruce find some peace of mind.

"Could something as extraordinary as magic truly exist in this world?"

After taking a shower, Bruce, dressed in his pajamas and sipping the finest red wine, pondered how to deal with that magical cat the next time he faced it.

Just when he was completely clueless, he glanced at the safe opposite the bed and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Damn it, they actually stole from my house!"

He discovered that his tightly locked safe now had a slight crack, clearly indicating that it had been opened but not properly closed.

After checking, I discovered that my grandmother's favorite pearl necklace was missing.

For Batman, the quintessential villain of Gotham City, to have his home raided is truly laughable.

"Phew, calm down. A necklace isn't important. What's important is figuring out how to deal with that cat. We can't let it run rampant in Gotham City and kill people."

After calming himself down, Bruce continued to think of countermeasures.

The next day, Bruce, who had stayed up too late thinking about countermeasures the night before, was awakened by a cat's meow.

Opening his eyes and looking at the table, he was instantly jolted awake, leaping out of bed and grabbing a chair. He then pointed a warning finger at the kitten on the table:

"Being skilled in private residences is illegal."

He didn't expect that after thinking of a way to deal with the other party all night, before he could even prepare, the other party would take the initiative to come to his door.

Without the Batsuit and various equipment, the chances of winning are very low!

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Afu, who was carrying milk and bread, was puzzled when he saw Bruce in his pajamas, carrying a chair, looking at the cat on the table as if it were a formidable enemy.

Bruce, however, dared not relax for a moment, using a chair as a shield, fearing that a spell from the other would turn him into a cat again. Without turning his head, he replied to Alfred:

"Alfred, get out of here! This cat is dangerous; it can use magic!"

"It can do magic? Sir, you didn't really hurt your head last night, did you? It's just a kitten I recently had someone buy for it; it's only a month and a half old and can't even catch a mouse yet."

Afu looked at Bruce with a worried expression and placed a small bowl of goat milk from the tray on the table.

Bruce's expression froze as he carefully examined the kitten on the table, noticing that it did indeed have some subtle differences in appearance from the one from yesterday, and it didn't have a bell around its neck.

"Meow?"

The kitten tilted its head as it looked at Bruce, then happily licked its milk bowl.

(End of this chapter)