Chapter 043: Parallel Catwoman

Besides the version above, there are several other versions.

For instance, in the version titled "Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper," it delves into Selina's early life as a prostitute and the beginning of her career as Catwoman.

The story reaches its climax with Selina's ex-boyfriend Stan kidnapping and violently abusing her sister, the nun Maggie, who stands in stark contrast to Selina.

Selina killed Stan, rescued her sister, and escaped with her.

Of course, this is only a part of the parallel worlds.

In many parallel worlds, Selina brushed past a life of prostitution.

Wang Bo remembered that in some parallel world, Selina's childhood was revealed.

Selina's mother was named Maria Kyle, but she was not close to Selina; she preferred to spend time with cats and committed suicide when Selina was young.

Selina's alcoholic father, Brian, was very cold toward Selina because she looked like her mother.

He eventually died of alcoholism.

After some time, the young Selina was finally adopted by Mother Lady Luck.

But this was not a good start, because Mother Lady Luck was the old leader of a gang of young thieves, and she taught Selina how to steal.

Lady Luck treated her students like slaves, taking their earnings for herself.

Selina and her friend Sylvia, unable to bear the humiliation, fled together from the hands of Mother Lucky Goddess.

However, the two of them encountered difficulties in their independent life and, in desperation, tried to support themselves through prostitution.

Sylvia at least found a client, but Selina could not find one.

Sylvia hated Selina because Selina, after learning that Sylvia had found a client, could not find the reason in herself, so the two gradually drifted apart.

But precisely because of this, she did not end up as a streetwalker.

Wang Bo wasn't quite sure which version of Catwoman this world had, but he figured that the Catwoman of this world probably hadn't ended up as a streetwalker.

It was closer to the version of an unfortunate childhood.

That is, the version where one brushes past a streetwalker.

If that were really the case, the Catwoman was not the kind of woman who would sell her body for money, then her earlier words "wait for me to come back" were clearly just teasing him.

So Wang Bo was not excited at all.

Watch TV, watch TV.

But Wang Bo soon realized that he seemed somewhat distracted; his mind was completely unsettled by Catwoman's flirtatious eyes and those words, "I'll be right back."

Although reason told Wang Bo that this was impossible, that the catwoman could not possibly fall for him so easily.

After all, the two had only known each other for no more than two days.

But in his heart, there was a slight stir.

If Catwoman really made the first move, would he refuse or agree?

Although Wang Bo did prefer Eastern women over Western women, Catwoman was indeed a very beautiful Western woman, with her athletic figure and fiery body.

Wang Bo spent the next hour in this state of unease.

An hour later, Catwoman jumped in through the window again.

“I’m back.”

Wang Bo was startled, jumping up abruptly from the sofa.

But he quickly realized that he seemed a bit agitated and had frightened the other person.

Catwoman stepped back two paces, watching Wang Bo warily. "What are you doing?"

Wang Bo saw her wary posture and knew the catwoman was not interested in him; if she were, she would never act like this.

He shook his head and said, "No, nothing. I just wanted to ask, have you completed the task I gave you?"

Catwoman breathed a sigh of relief, proudly walked a circle around the room, and gave a humph. "Who do you think I am? Would I make a mistake on such a simple task?"

"That's good." Wang Bo's heart was calm, without any anger at being fooled.

Because Catwoman had never said anything from start to finish—never said she liked him, let alone that she had any feelings for him. Just now, it was merely his own fantasy.

Therefore, when Wang Bo realized his mistake, his heart was as calm as a saint's.

At the end of the day, it's still one's own hidden passion.

If he weren't secretly passionate, how could he have thought of such a jumble of messy things.

His temperament was lacking; he couldn't stay calm, given to wild thoughts, fond of imagining scenarios... After enumerating several of his own shortcomings, Wang Bo's heart grew increasingly tranquil.

"What about AFO, did he reply to my letter?"

"Of course there is." The cat-woman took out a note and handed it to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo took the note, on which only one sentence was written.

"I see!"

This sentence didn't even have a signature, simple and clear!

Wang Bo casually tore the note into pieces and threw it into the trash bin.

Since Batman decided to join forces with AFO, plus Spider-Gwen, the three of them joining hands to defeat the Ninja Master was only a matter of time.

Wang Bo didn't need to worry about Gotham City's safety at all.

Next, he could finally live a good life.

But since he was still wanted, Wang Bo could only hide at Catwoman's place, watching TV and playing games every day, occasionally playing chess with Catwoman.

But what the two of them played was Gomoku.

After all, neither Wang Bo nor Catwoman knew how to play Go.

Catwoman did know how to play chess, but the problem was that Wang Bo didn't — he had never even been exposed to the game.

After a few more days, Catwoman grew tired of playing Gomoku with Wang Bo and said, "How about I teach you chess instead?"

"All right." Wang Bo agreed, since he had nothing better to do anyway.

Catwoman got up and started looking for the chess box that was tucked away in some corner of the house, asking as she searched, "Do you have any errands for me lately?"

Wang Bo chuckled inwardly and said, "You ran two errands, earned a million, and now your heart has gone wild. You're still thinking about such a sweet deal. Do you take me for the fool son of a landlord?"

Generally speaking, this kind of remark is difficult to translate into English.

But Wang Bo's other cheat, mastery of languages, was just that impressive—it could accurately make the other party understand his meaning.

"Ah, found it." Catwoman pulled the chess box out from under the table, placed it on the table, and said with a smile, "In my opinion, the landlord's foolish son is more like Bruce Wayne than you."

But at that moment, a voice suddenly came from a dark corner.

"Speaking ill of others behind their backs is not a good thing."

The catwoman's fur bristled instantly as she stared warily at the corner.

A strangely dressed man, wearing a mask, armor, and a cape, stepped out from a dark corner.

It was Batman, Bruce Wayne!