"Oh now, don't be so rude by threatening me." Laurel took a deep breath before revealing where her husband's location, "He is now in room 7520 of the Philia Hotel. If you go quickly, you may be able to catch him. If possible, bring my phone and take two photos for me. I can use this opportunity to get out of this miserable marriage."
Laurel's willingness to divulge George's location betrayed a vulnerability borne of marital strife, yet Catwoman remained steadfast in her commitment to upholding the law.
"Room 7520 of the Philia Hotel, you say? Your cooperation is appreciated," Catwoman acknowledged, her mind already strategizing the next move.
However, Laurel's eagerness to see harm befall her husband raised ethical concerns. Catwoman knew that taking a life, regardless of the circumstances, was not a course of action to be taken lightly.
"Rest assured, I'll procure the evidence you seek, but I must stress the importance of legal avenues in resolving disputes," Catwoman cautioned, her gaze unwavering.
In the realm of corporate intrigue, the dynamics were complex, and appearances could be deceiving. Catwoman understood the precarious nature of navigating such treacherous waters.
"Furthermore, allegations of product toxicity require thorough investigation and substantiation before they can be pursued in a legal context," Catwoman added, ensuring Laurel comprehended the gravity of her accusations.
As they prepared to depart, Catwoman couldn't help but ponder the ethical dilemma at hand. In a world where justice often danced on a razor's edge, she knew that upholding the law was paramount, even in the face of personal vendettas.
Observing Laurel's apparent sincerity and recalling past instances where Laurel had defended her during confrontations with George, Catwoman decided to spare her. She retrieved the mobile phone from the nearby table, concealing it within the confines of her waistband.
"Jerry, it's time to go," Catwoman announced, gracefully gliding towards the window with feline grace, addressing her feline companion who lounged upon the nearby sofa.
However, Jerry remained unmoved, his gaze fixed upon Laurel with a discerning scrutiny.
"A woman capable of manipulating her husband's whereabouts and relationships with such precision is far from simple. Most of what she divulged to you just now was a fabrication. She's deceiving you," Jerry declared, his voice imbued with a profound insight.
"A talking cat!" Laurel's initial amusement gave way to disbelief as Jerry's unexpected revelation unfolded before her eyes.
To Laurel, Catwoman embodied little more than a peculiar individual adorned in eccentric attire—a mere psychopath with a knack for acrobatics. But Jerry's ability to articulate her intentions and unveil her true motives left her utterly flabbergasted.
Catwoman, placing unwavering trust in Jerry's instincts, wordlessly reversed course, her determination unwavering as she turned her sights towards Beau-line, poised to confront the true mastermind behind the sinister plot.
"You know what they say about talking cats. They are dangerous!"
"No one will bat an eye if I killed a couple of cats!" Laurel declared, her facade of composure shattered, replaced by a ferocious determination as she confronted Catwoman in the bedroom.
With the revelation of Beau-line's consequences, Laurel abandoned any pretense of civility, embracing her newfound strength with relentless fervor. Rather than seeking treatment for the adverse effects, she doubled down on her usage, transforming her skin into an impenetrable barrier.
Driven by vengeance against George and fueled by a desire for power and wealth, Laurel engaged in a fierce battle with Catwoman, her reinforced skin and numbed nerves rendering her impervious to pain.
Though Catwoman possessed unparalleled speed, strength, and agility, Laurel's resilience made her a formidable opponent. The clash between the two women was intense, each refusing to yield ground.
Meanwhile, Jerry remained a passive observer, lounging on the sidelines without any inclination to intervene.
He recognized Catwoman's prowess and understood the personal nature of vengeance. Moreover, Catwoman's independence meant she would never seek his assistance unless absolutely necessary.
"I won't let you go!" Laurel vowed, her resolve unyielding amidst the chaos of their struggle.
Following a grueling skirmish, Laurel begrudgingly admitted defeat against Catwoman. Despite her resilient exterior, Catwoman's relentless assaults had taken their toll on Laurel's vulnerable internal organs, leaving her battered and breathless.
Seizing a fleeting opportunity, Laurel delivered a powerful kick to Catwoman, sending her hurtling across the room.
With swift determination, she made a beeline for the window, intent on fleeing to the safety of the street below. Yet, in her haste, she failed to account for the presence of a certain talking cat.
As Laurel dangled precariously halfway out of the window, her escape was abruptly thwarted by Jerry's calm invocation of a levitation spell.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Jerry intoned, his voice resonating with authority as he deftly suspended Laurel in mid-air. Though the spell taxed his magical reserves, Jerry remained resolute in his determination to prevent Laurel's escape, if only temporarily.
Catwoman, quick to react, seized the opportunity afforded by Jerry's intervention. With a deft flick of her whip, she ensnared Laurel and yanked her back into the room with resolute force.
Half an hour later, Jerry surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on Laurel, who hung bound and bloodied from the living room beam.
"Are you certain you won't end her?" Jerry inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity as he regarded Catwoman. After all, Laurel posed no threat in her current state, trussed up like a hogtie and suspended from the ceiling.
Catwoman gently lifted Laurel's chin with her fingers, her expression softened by a newfound resolve.
"I believe it's best to turn her over to the authorities for due process," Catwoman declared, her voice tinged with a sense of closure. Today's confrontation had provided her with an outlet to release the pent-up anger festering within her, and her recent association with a police officer had influenced her decision to refrain from taking a life.
Jerry, indifferent to Laurel's fate, remained unfazed by the prospect of her demise. Whether she lived or died held little consequence for him; even if she managed to escape prison in the future, he harbored no fear of reprisal.
Thus, Catwoman and Jerry gathered the evidence they had meticulously gathered and delivered the bound Laurel to the doorstep of the local police station.
Extracting information from Laurel had proven to be a challenge, given her stoic demeanor and diminished sensitivity to pain. However, Jerry's unique abilities granted them a distinct advantage.
Though unable to employ high-level spells like the Imperius or Cruciatus curses, Jerry possessed the uncanny ability to probe minds through sheer mental prowess, eliminating the need for verbal interrogation.
With Laurel's confession secured, the authorities swiftly apprehended both her and George the following day. The revelation of Hedare's Cosmetics product toxicity splashed across newspaper headlines, marking the beginning of the end for the nefarious couple's schemes.
The revelation of Catwoman and Jerry's involvement in Laurel's confession left the police pondering the extent of her exposure to the toxic Beau-line. It appeared that prolonged use had not only damaged her nerves but also inflicted irreparable harm upon her cognitive faculties.
Three days later, Jerry completed the absorption of the magical energy harvested from dismantling the Hedare Beauty factories and collecting the Little Red Star.
With a deliberate motion, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze alight with newfound determination.
"We should start with a prototype," Jerry suggested, his tail swishing with purpose as he conjured a cat bell composed of a fusion of vibranium, uru metal, and enchanted alloys onto the table before them.
Methodically, Jerry infused the bell with an array of spells and laws, imbuing it with the essence of a simplified universe. Though unable to craft a complete dimension, the restored fraction of his magical prowess allowed him to fashion a condensed version of the bell universe.
While its spatial dimensions were modest, encompassing a mere thirty square meters, it possessed the fundamental laws characteristic of a fully realized universe.
Undeterred by its initial limitations, Jerry remained confident that as his magical abilities continued to flourish, so too would the expansiveness of the bell universe. With time and perseverance, he envisioned it rivaling even the legendary ring world of Marvel's cosmic entity, the Living Tribunal.
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Leaving a generous sum of money behind as compensation, Jerry bid farewell to the pet shop, his mind already set on the journey ahead.
Following the tumultuous Beau-line incident, Jerry found a semblance of restoration in his magical capabilities.
Advanced spells like Apparition were once again within his grasp, albeit with certain limitations. His teleportation range extended no further than a hundred meters, constrained by the lingering constraints of his depleted magical reservoir.
The purpose behind his visit to the pet shop lay twofold: firstly, the creation of the bell universe afforded him the opportunity to adopt the feline family, providing them with a sanctuary within his enchanted domain.
Secondly, Jerry's departure from Salt Lake City was imminent, with his sights set on the shadows of Gotham City.
Salt Lake City, devoid of corporate titans beyond the Hedare Beauty group, offered little in the way of opportunities for Jerry's rapid convalescence.
Moreover, its sterling public safety record rendered it unsuitable for the clandestine activities necessary to reclaim his lost strength.
Navigating the urban sprawl with feline agility, Jerry swiftly returned to Catwoman's rented abode. Yet, upon reaching the window of her apartment, a mischievous grin crept across his features.
"It seems you've found yourself quite occupied, even in broad daylight!" Jerry chuckled to himself, his amusement evident.
Indeed, within the confines of the apartment, Catwoman and her police officer paramour, Tom, were engaged in a heated bout of passion, their ardor echoing through the walls with fervent intensity.
Despite their brief acquaintance spanning less than a week and their intermittent togetherness, Americans tend to adopt a more laissez-faire approach to relationships.
Such liaisons are often characterized by their casual nature, igniting when passion strikes and extinguishing just as swiftly when interest wanes.
Even Catwoman, previously more conservative in her romantic endeavors before her resurrection, had navigated multiple relationships—from schoolyard crushes to workplace dalliances.
In contrast, Jerry harbored a preference for the British disposition, finding solace in the more conservative norms of British culture.
Compared to their American counterparts, Britons tended to uphold traditional values, fostering a deeper appreciation of Jerry.
His fondness for Hermione, rooted in her alignment with his values, reflected this sentiment.
For a relationship to endure, shared values stand as the cornerstone. While neither conservatism nor openness is inherently superior, a fundamental disparity in values can spell the demise of a partnership.
To an open-minded individual, casual displays of affection and spontaneous revelry may seem commonplace, yet to their conservative counterpart, such behavior may prove intolerable.
Speaking of Hermione, the primary soul currently basks in the holiday sun alongside her in Hawaii.
With the Harry Potter universe seamlessly integrated into the ring universe, Jerry enjoys unrestricted access, capable of traversing between realms and bringing Hermione along at will.
With the Phoenix Force fully harnessed and the Ring World expanding under divine guidance, Jerry found himself liberated from pressing responsibilities.
Channeling the bulk of his energies into nurturing the main soul, he allocated the residual power towards fostering bonds with his loved ones.
Navigating between the DC and Marvel realms demanded equitable time allocation.
Just as two years elapsed in the DC world, Hermione would graduate into adulthood, paving the way for Jerry to pursue a fulfilling future alongside her.
Perched atop the rooftop for a half-hour vigil, Jerry observed Tom's departure from the apartment before discreetly reentering through the window.
"If you're available this afternoon, could you escort me to Gotham?" he inquired.
"Certainly. Let me gather my belongings; I've bid farewell to my friends already," Catwoman replied, swiftly springing from the bed. In a flurry of activity, she adorned herself in the scattered garments strewn across the room, hastening to pack her essentials for their impending journey.
Catwoman's candid admission took Jerry aback, "Are you really leaving? I thought you and Tom got along quite well," he remarked.
While Tom Ronnie embodied the virtues of an exemplary policeman, his ignorance of Catwoman's true identity spared her the burden of exposure.
Catwoman paused momentarily, her expression thoughtful, before resuming her task of packing her belongings. "Tom is a wonderful man, and I value our time together. However, our paths diverge. He is dedicated to upholding the law, while I embrace the freedom of being Catwoman. Gotham beckons to me; it's where I belong."
Indeed, Catwoman's transformation under the influence of the Egyptian cat Goddess rendered her incompatible with the life of a policeman's partner.
Her nightly escapades as a thief clashed with Tom's commitment to law enforcement.
As the plane descended towards Gotham Airport, the announcement served as a tangible reminder of Catwoman's imminent return to her familiar territory.
With a temperature of 20 degrees Celsius awaiting them, the journey's end marked the beginning of a new chapter in Catwoman's adventures.
As the evening descended and the plane touched down, Catwoman eagerly scooped up the cage containing Jerry, disembarking with palpable excitement.
"Jerry, I can't quite explain it, but there's something about this city that feels extraordinary," she remarked with fervor.
"Gotham has that effect on many," Jerry responded wryly. "It's a city of simplicity and honesty, hidden beneath its rough exterior."
With a deft flick of his tail, Jerry unlatched the cat cage and gracefully leaped out.
Transporting cats on flights required meticulous preparation and adherence to stringent regulations, hence the necessity of the sturdy, compliant cage and accompanying documentation.
Initially considering casting an invisibility spell to evade notice until their arrival, Jerry ultimately opted for a transformation spell, conjuring the requisite cage and documents to circumvent unnecessary complications.
"Welcome to Gotham!" Jerry declared, eyeing the signage within the airport before guiding Catwoman toward their next destination.
Navigating through the bustling airport, they made their way to the opulent Gotham Royal Hotel, a sanctuary of luxury amidst the urban sprawl.
Catwoman's coffers overflowed from her exploits targeting the morally bankrupt elite, while Jerry's adept use of the Transfiguration spell ensured their financial security.
"I must say, perhaps next time you change outfits, you could consider carrying me along," Jerry quipped, eliciting a chuckle from Catwoman as they embarked on their Gotham adventure.
Jerry observed Catwoman eagerly don her signature black battle suit and retrieve her trusty whip after refreshing herself with a shower in the hotel.
Unable to suppress his concern, he felt compelled to offer her a gentle reminder.
However, Catwoman's response to his caution was unexpected:
"But Jerry, even though you can talk now, you're still just a cat."
In response, Jerry pondered for a moment, contemplating how to convey his message effectively. He decided to draw an analogy, invoking the tale of "The Frog Prince."
"To you, I may appear as a cat now, but soon, I will regain my human form. Do you recall the tale of 'The Frog Prince'?" Jerry queried, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
His intention was to convey that his feline guise was but a temporary state, much like the frog in the classic story was ultimately a prince trapped in amphibian form.
However, before Jerry could further elucidate his point, Catwoman's eyes sparkled with an idea.
"So, if I were to kiss you, you'd transform back into a human! I can assist you with that!" she exclaimed eagerly, lunging towards Jerry.
Anticipating her impulsive gesture, Jerry swiftly evaded her advance, darting towards the window.
"Never mind, it's futile to explain," he muttered resignedly. "If you're not inclined to understand, then let it be. At any rate, I've offered my warning. Until tomorrow, then."
With a shake of his head, Jerry leaped into the darkness, disappearing in a flurry of movement.
Undeterred, Catwoman followed suit, leaping out of the window with her whip in hand, setting her sights on the affluent estates scattered throughout Gotham.
As night descended upon Gotham, Jerry and Catwoman embarked on their respective nocturnal activities, each driven by their unique motivations and goals.
Catwoman, fueled by her desire to redistribute wealth and revel in the thrill of theft, set her sights on the affluent, intending to steal from the rich and aid the impoverished.
Meanwhile, Jerry, imbued with a sense of justice and duty, sought to confront the city's true criminals, determined to earn little red stars to replenish his magical reserves.
Thus, under the cover of darkness, the unlikely duo commenced their inaugural foray into Gotham, the notorious city of sin.
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