[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Harley was thrown off the motorcycle by the woman, and stopped at the entrance of an alley on the side of the street after a few rolls.

She pushed away the black shadow beside her irritably. She originally wanted to strongly protest that the other party disrupted her attacking rhythm, and planned to run out from the alley and continue to confront the black mask.Unexpectedly, almost at the same time, his motorcycle lying on the side not far away was smashed by a gun shot from behind.

seriously?Anti-armored vehicle weapons are on?

The loud noise and the instant rising flames made Harley sweat profusely on his back... His training was far from the real street war.

She just sat on the ground blankly like this, as if her consciousness had been separated from her body. She thought her eyes must be full of panic, and her unprotected ears kept ringing because of the explosion just now.

"run!"

Harry stared at the fire until the slender, shadowy woman shook her hard enough to get her attention back.Harley couldn't hear what the shadowy woman was saying, and could only see the shape of her mouth from her blurred vision, as if she was asking her to run away.

The other party pulled her up and pushed her hard——Harry almost fell, and only then did she gradually return to consciousness.

She followed the instructions and ran non-stop until she had lost track of her direction. After she was exhausted, she finally stopped at a secluded corner, leaned on the wall beside her, held her forehead, and slowly squatted down.

This secluded street gave Harry a temporary respite.

She is so useless...

This was her first thought after recovering.

No... can't think of it that way.She was just intimidated and not living up to her full potential.And she was too impulsive - she lost her mind when she heard the word "corpse".

Thinking about it carefully, in the conversation between Uncle Bruce and his brothers, what did she say in the profile file of the black mask that she had heard?

Arrogant, good at deceiving...Because of his noble background, he has no interest in running a gangster business and accumulating wealth like Penguin and Two-Face - he likes to disrupt the situation and is good at psychological warfare...

Therefore, what such a criminal said may not be true.

Uncle Bruce once said that when facing criminals, whoever gets hysterical and loses ground first loses the fight before it even begins.

Her most sensible action at the time would have been to sneak around, observe the situation, and use magic to her advantage when necessary.

And Harry recalled now that when the black mask was talking to him, he made an inconspicuous gesture with his hands, which may be a signal to the ambush holding a rocket launcher nearby.

She now understands how far her abilities and psychological quality are from what this uniform represents-even if she has the weapon skills of the Paradise Island Amazon female warrior, Zatanna's irony magic, stick skills and Fighting routines, but she only forgot the fundamentals of Batman's life - complete preparation and sufficient caution.

Harley calmed down, wiped the sweat from her brow, looked around, and raised the grapple gun—staying in the corner of Gotham for a long time, exposing her back to the enemies who might be in the dark, nothing happened to her lucky.

The cold wind in Gotham and the ringing of police cars in the distance gradually brought back her memory—only now did she remember that the person who saved her just now was actually Catwoman.

For a short time after the explosion, she seemed to be in a magical state - her eyes could see, but her brain seemed to stop processing information about the images she saw.

It's like she's just deduced that the tight black uniform represents "Catwoman"-I don't know what happened to her after she ran away.

Jumping between buildings, Harley looked for small cases that she could help, such as robbery and theft that occurred in the dark.

When the big shots are busy dealing with big and important cases such as riots, stable gangs, etc., it is natural that someone needs to clean up these inconspicuous little ones.

She can no longer look for Grandpa Afu and the others. In her current state, she will probably only cause trouble.

All she can do now is to trust everyone.

After taking down a teenage robber, she saw a familiar figure tumbling and jumping in the distance.

Surprised by what she found, Harry began to chase after the dexterous black cat thief.

She now understands why it is difficult for Uncle Bruce to catch this particular Gotham criminal--Catwoman has the flexibility and agility that almost rivals that of Dick's brother, and she is almost lost with her unskilled jumping technique with the grapple gun alone. Catwoman.In the end, Harley had to use irony magic, which was already a little rusty, to raise himself up and pass through individual walls before blocking the other party on the roof of a building.

"Don't move, my arrow is already aimed at you." Harry shouted to the back of the figure who had jumped to the edge of the building and was about to disappear again.

"Is this how the little mockingbird repays the favor of saving his life?"

Catwoman was not nervous, and turned around lightly. Harley noticed that her hand was already on the long whip at her waist, "If you spend a tenth of your dexterity in chasing me at the black mask, you won't So miserable."

It was a bit of a sarcasm...Harry dropped her weapon in frustration.

"I have no malice, I just... want to ask why you did this? I mean... risk your life to save me. According to the information... I remember you are a thief."

Catwoman let go of the long whip, crossed her arms, pulled the goggles on her forehead, tilted her head and looked at Harry curiously.

Harley realized that the adjective she had just used was wrong. She was not thin at all—the place that should be thin was thin, and the place that should be "not thin", such as the chest that was about to be stretched out, was not stingy with the accumulation of fat—this was almost She was the sexiest woman she had ever seen.

"How could Robin be a girl?" Catwoman's voice was filled with laughter.

"Why not." Harry frowned.

"Your movements are too rigid, too old-fashioned and formal. Stopping straight in front of the enemy, aiming a bow and arrow at him? It's like some kind of ancient knight, not like Batman's training style."

"I trained on Paradise Island." Why did I say this to Catwoman?

"No wonder, the style of those female warriors is not suitable for Gotham at all, my dear." Catwoman has a style of mentoring and persuading.

"You still haven't answered my question." Going off topic, Harry decisively stopped the meaningless chat.

"Girls can't be so direct. You know, the answers to many questions can only be obtained by detours; if necessary, you have to use your own charm." Catwoman closed her eyes and looked up, as if feeling the cool breeze of Gotham.

After a pause for a few seconds, just when Harry thought the mysterious thief would no longer be able to answer him, Catwoman's lithe voice sounded quietly from the top of the building.

"Because that's what he wanted, but he's gone. I guess I just have to try to be who he wants me to be."

Still smiling alluringly, she walked over to Harry, brushing her matted hair behind her ears.

What was even more unexpected to the girl was that Catwoman then gently kissed her on the cheek.

"Go home, baby. Tell Ye Yi, and I will handle the black mask."

"Are you okay?" Harry bit the corner of his mouth, "He looks dangerous."

"Smart girls never face their enemies head on."

"Then just now..." Harry's voice trembled slightly, "Do you know...the situation of Robin and the others? What did the black mask mention about Robin's corpse?"

"What do you think it is?" Catwoman looked at her with big eyes, like an elementary school teacher encouraging her to answer questions.

Halle followed her instincts, "It's... a lie that messed with me."

"This is just like the girls he taught."