In the elegant British-style study room, the soft morning light seeped in through the deep red curtains. The polished wood floors, well-maintained, had each and every grain clearly visible.
From the cracks of rows of wooden bookshelves and display cases, specks of light slipped out. When they landed on the figure sitting in front of the desk, they illuminated the patterns on his pajamas and the black cat he was holding.
Without the preceding story, this scene could effortlessly be mistaken for a shot from "The Godfather." But the truth is, one man and one cat had been wrestling all night, neither having had a good night's sleep.
Eventually, the two fell asleep in the study but not because they beca friends; it was because Shiller could no longer stand Bat Cat's destruction. So, he knocked him out using Mad Liquor and they continued their fight in their dreams.
Keeping Batman as a pet?
When you hear this question and seriously consider the possibility, even to the point of it enticing you, it can only be said that while the love for pets is free, it is advisable to see a doctor.
Batman's character may seem cool in comics and many readers enjoy this dark, unbeatable Riddler-style protagonist. However, in real life, getting beaten up three tis just by stepping out is not unusual.
Many people absolutely hate collecting Riddler's Trophies in the Batman gas and even shouted out, "Riddler get out of Gotham!" But if your family mber, lover or even a pet was Batman, it would be equivalent to constantly doing Riddler side tasks. Hundreds in one day, which then refresh the next day.
The character composition of Batman dictates that if he appeared in your life, you would institutionalize him within three days - enough evidence of his lethality.
So, what kind of combination would Batman's character and a cat's temperant present? The sleeping man and cat on the study chair answers it all. Even Shiller couldn't tolerate such a pet.
As ntioned before, when Shiller wasn't busy, he would arrange a bunch of puzzles in the rooms of his manor. Taking advantage of his Flash ability, he would freely roam around, disregarding the increased workload of rkel.
The large manor was a natural cat's paradise. If it had been an ordinary cat, there would be enough playfulness from pushing bottles off tables, dropping dishes, scratching walls, paintings, and doors.
However, Bat Cat was a cat that had evolved from petty pleasures. He had little interest in pushing plates off the table, but he found the riddles left by Shiller to be exactly to his taste. Thus, between scratching at doors, he also dismantled all the riddles left by Shiller.
Shiller's riddles were basically set for humans. He didn't consider a cat would try to solve them. So when Bat Cat was unable to perform so human moves, he would adopt a violent approach.
The scattered debris ant nothing because rkel was there to clean it up. However, the destruction often ca with a loud noise. Shiller would be triggered by the noise, except when he was nearing sleep. At all other tis, he would pounce on the noise-making Bat Cat.
From this point, one could tell that Shiller really had no pet-keeping experience. Confronting a rowdy cat, the best thod isn't to catch it as that would make the cat think you're playing with it, causing it to beco even rowdier.
Shiller didn't understand this. So he could only resort to so unconventional asures. That is, dragging it into his Thought Palace, and then fighting it.
Unsurprisingly, Shiller won. But those who had raised cats would know, winning once doesn't an ending it. In fact, it ans the beginning of a lengthy battle.
After several days of cat-and-man struggles, Shiller could no longer bear it. He went to the Green Lantern Corps headquarters, brought Pikachu back from the Green Lantern Central Power Battery where it was working, and pinned his hopes on the chatterbox yellow electric rat beating Bat Cat.
Ten minutes later, chased all over the place by Bat Cat, Pikachu yelled, "Shiller!! What were you thinking?!! How could you!! Let a mouse!! Deal with a cat?!!"
With a flash to his left, Shiller dodged the electric current released by Pikachu. He shouted, "What about your 100,000 volts?! Shock him!"
"Are you sure? Are you willing to give up your manor?!!" While Pikachu was on the move, he disturbed Bat Cat with electric current. Shiller, on the other hand, attempted to catch Bat Cat while avoiding Pikachu's electric current.
In the end, seething with anger, Shiller yelled at Pikachu: "Use 100,000 volts!"
"Zap!!!!!"
Clark, who had just flown to the sky above Gotham City, saw the destination he was heading for, Professor Shearer's manor; it suddenly burst into a strong electric light. The electricity scattered out from the windows and doors in all directions, and the whole manor beca an orb of lightning.
Clark, standing dumbfounded above the manor was about to rush down to rescue people when he saw Shiller walking out with sothing in tow.
Shiller was dragging Bat Cat by the tail. Bat Cat was already a black cat, so being charred black didn't make much of a difference. Bat Cat had Pikachu's tail in his mouth, and behind Pikachu was rkel who had co out as well.
"What happened? Professor, did a ball lightning break into your house?" Clark flew down and asked worriedly.
Shiller, dragging the black cat by the tail, picked up both Pikachu and Bat Cat and held them up to Clark, "Tell , which of them looks like ball lightning to you?"
"...What is this? Is this a mouse? Why is it so yellow? And this black cat, why does it seem sowhat familiar?? Oh my God... Bruce! Why are you a cat again? Am I still dreaming?!!"
Clark rubbed his eyes and shook his head, looking at the black cat with a shocked expression because this black cat was exactly the sa as the one Bruce had turned into in his dream.
Shiller clung to that string of items, looking at Clark, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, it's like this...I just wanted to ask, what on earth is going on? Ever since that person entered my mind and stole my mory, everything that's happened is a bit...a bit..."
"A bit incomprehensible, isn't it?" Shiller turned his head to look at his manor, which was spouting black smoke. He walked over, patted Clark's shoulder, and the two of them strolled along the path in the manor grounds.
As he walked, Shiller said, "Not everything in this world can be understood by people, like even if I told you that my house exploded because of a cat and mouse war, you probably wouldn't believe ."
"A war between a cat and a mouse, you say? That I can understand. The ti my cat was hunting mice in the barn, it turned the haystack into a ss. Once, sohow, it even caught fire. Both the cats barely escaped. If I couldn't fly and was immune to fire, they might have been roasted."
"Wait, you're saying that you raised more than one cat at ho? ... How are they?" Shiller gazed at Clark as he asked.
"They're great. I like these little guys. They're smart and capable. Not only can they help my mom with the chores at ho, but they also help my dad catch mice. They're the best pets you could ask for."
"I thought you would prefer pet dogs."
"We have a dog at ho, a hunting dog. My dad takes them into the woods to hunt rabbits. They're also capable little fellows." Clark laughed, clearly recalling many heartwarming monts. His cheerful deanor was a stark contrast to the gloominess of Gotham, his stories of family touched people's hearts, a rarity in these parts."
"So you have so experience in taking care of pets?"
"Indeed, I manage the cat and dog house at ho, and I'm in charge of their baths. When you have certain superpowers, dealing with them becos much easier. Isn't it?" Clark shrugged his shoulders, whenever he spoke with Shiller, who had the sa abilities as him, he always seed relaxed and spoke his mind, without beating around the bush."
"That's good, you noticed that my house is ruined, so I have no place to keep my pets. These two..." Shiller held onto Pikachu's and Bat Cat's tails and handed them over to Clark saying, "They'll stay with you for now. You can take them back to your farm in Kansas. They'll help you catch mice."
"But I'm not going back to the farm, the sester isn't over yet, I have to stay in tropolis to study." Clark scratched his head and said: "But, I'd be happy to help. Only, I don't think I can keep this mouse. Its fur is too noticeable, I'm afraid my classmates will find out."
"No worries, once you go back to tropolis, hand it over to Lex. Let him keep it."
While speaking, Shiller took a phone from rkel's hand and started dialing. Hearing Lex's na, Clark widened his eyes and said, "Lex? You an Lex Luther? But I'd heard from him that he was admitted to Gotham University. The sester at Gotham University should not be over yet either. How can I et him in tropolis?"
"Indeed, the sester isn't over, but he had a minor injury and had to take a break from school to recover at ho. Doesn't he live in tropolis?"
"What injury did he sustain?" Clark asked, "I warned him not to apply to Gotham University. It's dangerous here. But he didn't listen to . Not only did he ignore my advice, but he also mocked at my school...hope he's okay?"
"Hello?" Shiller held up one hand, signaling Clark to keep quiet. He asked on the phone, "Cobblepot, it's . Is Lex okay?"
"Oh... of course, I understand you... What? No, you misunderstood . I'm not blaming you for attacking Lex."
"My point is, if he's not in trouble, could you make so trouble for him?"
A few hours later, in the dark dormitory of Gotham University, Lex suddenly woke up. He quickly rolled out of the bed. Reflecting the cold moonlight was the tip of a knife that Cobblepot was raising in front of the bed.
However, Lex did not show that panicked expression anymore. He shifted slightly towards the bed, grabbed the blanket, and flung it straight at Cobblepot.
He turned and ran towards the window as Cobblepot's vision was montarily obstructed by the blanket. He paused briefly in the shadow by the window, but he suddenly realized that this was not a dream, but reality.
So, he ended up hopping over the window ledge. He hesitated for a mont then jumped, four floors down. It was like a cliff considering his height. K'Rallax, having hesitated only for a split second, jumped.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, a cloud of gray mist enveloped him, gently lowering him to the ground. A gasping Lex opened his eyes wide, looking at Shiller who had appeared beside him. He said, "Professor... You saved again, thank you..."
Shiller, standing by his side, help an umbrella under his left arm, held a pen in one hand, and a dical record book in the other. He was jotting sothing down.
When Lex got up from the ground, he was about to say sothing, but Shiller had already put away his dical record book and pen. Then, grabbing the umbrella with both hands, Lex noticed Shiller's expression, took a step back and said: "Wait a minute..."
"Bam!"
The last thing Lex saw was Shiller holding up the umbrella with a blank expression, and hearing him say:
"No need to thank , take a three-month dical leave."
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