"After the statent, Gordon went to call in the police force. Lady Goth, sowhat hesitant, asked, "Will this really work? I've never relied on the police. In Gotham, no one does..."
Upon returning to the police station, Gordon imdiately dialed Wayne Manor.
Didn't he know Catwoman's identity when others didn't? It was one thing for Batman to not have stepped in to counter cri these past few days, after all, it wasn't his duty. But shouldn't he at least manage his own girlfriend?
Granted, in Gotham, theft isn't considered a major cri, and even when sentenced by the court, there aren't jail cells for petty thieves. But Catwoman is Gotham's most famous flying thief, and Gordon has to show so respect.
Gordon dialed Wayne Manor, and on the other end was Alfred. Gordon spoke into the phone, "Hello, is this Mr. Alfred? Yes, it's Gordon here..."
"The deal is that I need to speak with Bruce. Is he there? He hasn't been ho in several days? Where has he gone? On vacation?"
"Studying hard at Gotham University? Trying to be the top graduate? Alright, alright, I understand. I guess I'll just call the university and look for him there..."
After hanging up, Gordon called Gotham University's administration office, but they couldn't locate Bruce in his dormitory either. In the end, Gordon had no choice but to call Shiller and ask if he saw Bruce at Gotham University.
Tired and ready to rest after returning from school, Shiller grabbed the phone from rkel's hand and said, "Hello? Yes, this is . You looking for Bruce? Sorry, you cannot find him now because he is currently focused on his studies. Yes, the playboy is turning a corner..."
"What about Catwoman? Is she planning to rob the Goth family's residence? Even sending a notice in advance?"
"This is unacceptable. If Bruce finds out, he'll definitely dress in his suit again to stop her. After a busy night, he'll use the dayti to make up for lost sleep. But what about my classes?"
"Forget it, the Goth family, right? I'll go with you and see what happens. If Catwoman tries anything, I will stop her. This way, she won't be disrupting Bruce's studies."
Hanging up the phone, Shiller put on his coat again, drove to the gates of the Goth Estate and stepped inside with Gordon as his police car arrived.
Lady Goth seed quite surprised by Gordon's return, she thought the police were only making an appearance and not coming back.
At Shiller's prompting, Gordon introduced himself to Lady Goth, "This individual is the security consultant from the police station. He will assist you in planning the security force..."
Lady Goth and Leon shook hands with Shiller but didn't pay him much attention, instead they busied themselves hiding their precious belongings.
Sitting on the sofa for a bit, as the day grew dark, Shiller got up and asked, "Excuse , where's the bathroom?"
"Upstairs, turn right on the second floor," Lady Gothic pointed upstairs and began chatting with Gordon again. Shiller walked straight upstairs to the bathroom, then, transforming into a gray mist, started to inspect the layout of Goth Estate.
At this ti, Catwoman also arrived outside the gates of Goth Estate.
As it turns out, Leon, the outsider, underestimated the criminal sophistication of Gotham's criminal populace. Police enforcent and security surveillance were irrelevant as Catwoman slipped into Goth Estate with ease.
But once she was inside, she discovered all the storerooms, warehouses, and bedrooms of Goth Estate were completely empty, devoid of any jewels.
This puzzled Catwoman. If the bulk goods in the warehouse had been moved and the safe was transported sowhere more secure, why were there no items in Lady Goth's dressing box. It was strange.
Throughout her burglary career, Catwoman encountered nurous wealthy people. Most of them, in the process of moving important things, abandoned their cars for a jewel-filled necklace in a safe, discarded an ordinary pearl necklace casually, carefully saved a gold jewelry, and left ordinary silver jewelry outside.
However, Catwoman turned Lady Goth's and Miss Goth's bedrooms inside out but didn't see a single piece of jewelry, which strangely piqued her rebellious instinct.
Are you hiding things? Then I insist on finding them all.
So, she began to use her skillful thief techniques to probe, carefully feeling the walls for any concealed switches. She was so engrossed in her task that she didn't notice the gray mist floating behind her.
A soft thud sounded, causing Catwoman to whirl around in defense, but saw nothing. Instead, what she saw was a cloud of gray mist.
The cloud of mist suddenly transford into an arrow, pointing at a spot on the wall.
Catwoman cocked her head, unsure of the aning, but then her face brightened. She moved a chair over, reached high up on the wall to a plant-like pattern, a pattern that could be pressed down.
After pressing down on the hidden chanism, a small door at the bottom of the wardrobe opened. Catwoman, incredibly flexible, bent down and crawled through it, the grey mist trailing behind her.
Descending a series of stairs to a secret underground storeroom, Catwoman was completely stunned by the scene before her.
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