Dogs were kind and loyal, but cats were cruel, unreliable, and independent. Women could be like cats, mysterious yet alluring.
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At night, Gotham City burned like a firecracker. It looked like a falling meteor or like a glittering diamond, complimenting this city where danger lurked at any corner. In the dark, a lithe figure darted across buildings. She was the creation of shadow and darkness. She was cold, independent, and unapproachable. She was a cat and also a woman.
Many years ago, she took a quiet oath to put away her dream and used warmth to cover up her cold heart. She became a thief and used freedom and her life as a bet for her hunt. When she was merely eighteen, her skill was at the height. She selected her targets carefully, and her movement was silent and unknown. She no longer a thief but a master thief. Then she changed…
She fell for another creature of the dark, a man who skirted the edge of the law, a dark knight that protected justice. In the night, she saw him in person. She could not help but admire his physicality and skill and became envious of his disguise. Inspired by Batman, she had an inspiration. She donned the disguise of a cat and put on claws. Since then, she had only targeted criminals. Even though their relationship was ambiguous at best, she was satisfied.
But if, one day, he died…
She would keep on fighting to hopefully become someone that he would approve of…
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Not a Scaredy Cat had the appearance of a male swordsman in RO, in other words, a strange outfit mixed with industrialization and western magic. In this scenario, each player’s appearance was not hidden, so what she wore was how the other saw her. That gave her quite some trouble. Earlier, she managed to run away from Seven Kills and ruined the street. She used a large weapon to pick up a taxi and then shot indiscriminately with her machine gun. All of that was captured by the cameras on the street and nearby shops. But she did not have time to change her outfit, so she could only continue to run and hide…
In the end, she was still discovered by a member of the Network. This was a residential area where many tall apartment buildings stood, and she was standing one of their rooftops.
A woman in black suit blocked Not a Scaredy Cat’s way and said, “The time for hide and seek is over, little girl.”
“Tsk…” Not a Scaredy Cat spat on the ground. She turned, took out an Uzi, and shot at Catwoman. “Get away from me!”
But her firepower was not enough to stop the person’s movement. Catwoman’s agility and speed were far beyond Not a Scaredy Cat’s. With just a few leaps, she closed the distance.
“I really have no idea what is wrong with you criminals from another dimension…” Selina chased after her, and she somersaulted in the air before landing a kick on Not a Scaredy Cat’s back. “First, you kill innocent people on the street… then you dare go after Robin!”
There was pure anger in her voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Not a Scaredy Cat avoided that. She raised the gun to shoot and continue to run.
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About a few minutes ago, the video recorded by Feng Bujue had been sent, and half of Gotham City had seen it. In the Batcave, Oracle had seen the recording first and informed all the superheroes of the death of Tim Drake and the information revealed by John Doe. Therefore, the police, superheroes, and Jason Todd were furious.
As the instigator, Feng Bujue naturally enjoyed all of this.
With the traitors Two-Face had in the force, he could get plenty of firsthand information like the chaos caused by Not a Scaredy Cat and the arrest of Seven Kills and Shiva. Feng Bujue knew all that. This performance with Two-Face was basically using the hands of the superheroes at Gotham to deal with his own enemy, and the two only needed to watch from the side. Even if their plan was revealed, it did not matter because Feng Bujue left a saving grace for Harvey… Tim was still alive.
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“You do not need to know…” Selina growled. “You only need to pay for what you’ve done!”
Her claws swept past like wind. Not a Scaredy Cat was unable to evade, and four blood trails appeared on her left cheek. The wounds were deep, and the blood would not stop.
“Don’t push it!” Not a Scaredy Cat groaned. She put the gun away and showed her main weapon, Thunder Spear. She actually did not want to get into a conflict with the characters from the scenario. Other than Feng Bujue, she did not want to fight anyone…
When she saw the names of the other five players, her first reaction was to keep a low profile. When the five finished their fight and were wounded, she would have a chance to win. The only person she was confident in beating was the level twenty-eight fella.
With that idea in mind, she was unfortunately found by Seven Kills, and in the process of escaping, three citizens died, which caused what was happening now. To be fair, this was not her fault. Would a player care about the death of an NPC in the game? While playing Elder Scrolls, did it matter if a citizen of Tamriel accidentally died? During a game of Call of Duty, it was fairly common to suffer friendly fire, right? In GTA, players might use the car to roll over the pedestrians and grab their money… fine, maybe this crossed the line. In any case… in the virtual world where lives did not matter, why should players care about every single life that passed?
Everyone must have gotten numb to it. How many people were killed in Contra? How many Goombas were killed in Super Mario World? What about the plants and zombies that were sacrificed in Plants vs Zombies?
Killing was the main theme of gaming, and players got used to killing inside the game, be it people, monsters, or fruit… As long as they knew that they could not do that in real life, what did it matter?
Back to the story…
As Not a Scaredy Cat’s spear swiped at Catwoman, the latter stood where she was. She bent her body practically over to avoid the swipe. Then, Catwoman bounced back up with her slender legs and landed a heavy kick on Not a Scaredy Cat’s chin.
“Hmm…” It hurt, and the girl staggered backward. The attack made her fuzzy, and that created an opening for her adversary. Catwoman saw this, moved into a handstand, and used her legs to go after the player…