"But he doesn't allow criminals in his New City, so everyone must go through a security check, and apparently, I failed that check."
"So, he put a collar on you?"
"Yes, he told me, this is his display of tolerance. Even though I'm a monster, and the test results say I have an inherent violent factor, making me a potential criminal, he still wouldn't kill me. I just need stricter surveillance than the other cats, to ensure I don't commit a crime."
"Bullshit!" Clark concluded first, he said: "If you haven't committed a crime, you're not a criminal. Simple as that."
"There's no such thing as potential criminals in this world. If one were to go by that, everyone's a potential criminal."
"I sometimes feel like smashing things when I'm angry or fantasize about punching the person who gets on my nerves. If I were to take the test, would I also get a result indicating I'm a criminal? It's absurd!" Clark shook his head vigorously, displaying his disagreement.
"What's his test based on? Psychological analysis? Historical behavior analysis? Or something else?"
"I don't know." The Crocodile Cat shook its head: "He speaks vaguely, something about... darkness lurking in my heart, naturally bred to be a criminal, destined to commit a crime or something. Perhaps, it's just an excuse... "
"He can't provide any evidence, yet he arrested you?" Batman murmured to himself.
Upon hearing this, Crocodile Cat snorted and said, "Evidence? What evidence does he need? The entire city is his, every street, every building was created by him. It's beneficent of him to let the inhabitants live here. If he drives these cats out, Big Apple City won't take them either, everyone knows Gotham is full of mangy cats."
"The mayors of surrounding cities and the state congressmen all think that Bat Cat is a good cat. Keeping all the bad cats locked up in his prison, preventing them from wreaking havoc in other cities - this news is nothing short of excellent to these grandees."
Listening to the Crocodile Cat's explanation, the other cats seemed somewhat unconvinced. Victor asked with slight puzzlement, "But when we entered the city, we noticed some chaos. We even managed to slip in quite easily."
"Do you think this method can completely eliminate crime? That some unknown test can screen out all the criminals, then construct a city of just good cats? Do you think this is possible?" Crocodile Cat asked.
"Good and bad are relative." Constantine shook his head, "Those who pass the Bat Cat's screening could be the bad ones in different rules. Such screening only selects compliant citizens, not good people."
"So, he's been rather irritable lately." Crocodile Cat squinted his eyes, he said, "Because after years of transformation, he found that evil has not been completely eliminated, chaos has never left this city."
Crocodile Cat took a deep breath, he looked at Constantine, "I can tell, besides this orange fella, the rest of you should be a lot like me. We're currently short on hands, considering joining us?"
"You guys? Besides you, who else?" Batman stepped forward and asked.
"Like I said, a pack of mad cats."