Chapter 933: Deep in the Misty Rain (Part 8)_1

In the dark creature laboratory, Catwoman displayed an extremely terrified expression. Almost instantly, she leapt onto the top of a nearby instrument, her eyes wide, staring at the scene in the room.

This place seemed to originally be a plant experimentation lab. At this moment, all the plants began to sway, breaking the glass outer wall of the culture chamber, and rushed crazily towards Shiller.

Just as Catwoman was about to go down and help Shiller, she suddenly caught a whiff of an enchanting wine fragrance.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering was especially piercing in the silent lab. The next second, Catwoman found herself in a small room.

This room appeared to be a child's room. The room was small, with a small window in the corner, a bedside table, a desk and a small stool.

Catwoman was slightly taken aback. But quickly, she recovered, because last time, she had also been pulled into a consciousness space by Shiller, during a fairground visit with Superman. She had been impacted by Superman's mind blast scare, leaving a deep impression on her.

"Whose memory is this?" Catwoman knelt down and furrowed her brow. "It doesn't seem like Shiller's, he's not from this era. Could it be Pamela's? But why would I come into her memory?"

Catwoman looked down at the pattern on the blanket — a cute pink bear. The small stool on the blanket was also pink.

Catwoman stood up again and looked around the room. Instead of calling it a child's room, it was more like a princess's room. Many decorative items were pink, including the curtains, the sheets and even the frames of the hanging paintings.

Catwoman took two steps forward, and found a small school bag next to the desk, which was also pink. She picked up the bag and rummaged through it, finding a student ID with the name "Pamela Isley".

Catwoman brought the student ID a little closer. Seeing the red-haired little girl in the photo who looked identical to Pamela, she realised this must be a picture from her childhood.

What confused Catwoman was that Pamela's expression didn't look happy. The way her mouth turned down made Catwoman think of someone — the perennially unhappy Batman.

Just then, Catwoman heard a noise outsides the door. She tiptoed to the door, and a woman's voice came from outside:

"Little Pa, how many times have I told you, it's not a toy for you. I bought you the most beautiful and expensive doll house. You should take it to school to show your friends that you are a true lady..."

"But... but I really don't like it..." a little girl's voice replied.

"You don't like it?!" The adult woman immediately raised her voice. It became a bit shrill, making Catwoman instinctively cover her ears, "Do you know that doll house cost me two months of my salary? You have to take it to school, tomorrow!"

"You must play with the same toys rich children have in order to be accepted into their circle. You need to talk about the latest doll houses, how to adorn beautiful lights, what to wear for Christmas ... not always thinking about playing in the mud!"

The sound of the little girl crying came through. The woman's voice became even more distressed, "Little Pa! Stop crying! Stop crying so loudly! I've spent so much money to put you in the best private school, you have to become one of them..."

"Tell me you like the doll house! You like the dresses I bought for you! You will wear them to the Christmas party ... speak to me, Little Pa ... Pamela ... please!"

The woman also began to cry, "Our house is not good enough to invite your classmates over, so you must actively attend parties!"

Catwoman heard what seemed to a hurried sound of high heels. It was as if the woman was looking for something. After a while, her voice appeared again.

"Where is the Bonpoint dress I bought for you earlier? Did you know many children of royal families and celebrities wear this brand!"

"Good girl, you must wear it, attend the Christmas party, catch everyone's attention, listen to your mother, go to your room and put it on, you will be the most beautiful little princess!"

Catwoman heard footsteps heading towards the room. She wasn't sure if she would be seen but instinctively as a thief, she quickly hid under the bed.

While under the bed, Catwoman saw the little girl walk in, close the door and throw the expensive child's dress onto the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and by the shape of the shadow on the floor, Catwoman judged that she was curled up on the bed crying.

Really? Catwoman thought. Having a beautiful dress but not wearing it? Christmas parties? She had never been to one, but it sounded like there would be lots of delicious food...

Catwoman under the bed shook her head, thinking, this is just how the children of the elite are, all are too sentimental. If she had such conditions growing up, she would have been ecstatic.

After a while, little Pamela resigned herself to put on the dress and walked out of the door. Amidst the woman's continuous praises, she was still sobbing softly.