Chapter 2941

Dick and Raven have been shopping in New York for the past few days.

For one thing, after entering the Fighting Realm, Raven's condition has stabilized, or rather, after discovering that her counterparts in other universes were all massive bombs, she has learned to let go.

For another, although Gotham is also a bustling metropolis and its public safety situation has improved, it is limited by the development of the times and is not very suitable for the entertainment of young people like Dick and Raven; it is not as fun as New York.

New York today can be called a paradise for young people—extremely developed, with convenient transportation, diverse entertainment industries, and a place where any kind of niche culture can find a home; you can have your eyes opened no matter which business district you go to.

Not to mention Raven, who has always stayed in a special space, Dick hasn't played this relaxedly for a long time either; the two of them plunged into the center of New York City, and it could simply be called "so happy that one forgets home."

Of course, it's not that Raven hasn't had any doubts; while shopping, she asked Dick: "Aren't you a superhero? Don't you have any missions?"

"I'm not a superhero," Dick said. "If I have to say it, I'm a superhero's assistant, and since this superhero isn't being a hero anymore, I naturally retired too."

"Alright, then don't you want to do something?"

"Isn't the goal of traveling just to travel?" Dick said. "If there's a specific mission objective, it's not called traveling, it's called a business trip."

Raven felt that what he said made a lot of sense, so she let go of her doubts and played to her heart's content.

Traditional activities like watching movies, shopping, and eating could no longer satisfy them; camping on Long Island, attending music festivals, wearing their respective uniforms to browse comic conventions, bungee jumping, diving, night fishing...

While Tim was racking his brains in Los Angeles, these two had a great time playing for several days.

In the process, Raven discovered a characteristic of Dick's: he is very happy.

Originally, this shouldn't be a characteristic of a person, it could only be called a temporary state of some kind; if one had to say it, it should be optimism or something, but it's not like that with Dick—he is just a very happy person.

If Raven were to describe it in more detail, she could say that Dick is a person full of curiosity about new things, and whose interest does not easily wane during the process of exploration.

Raven felt that her own curiosity was already very heavy; she was always full of enthusiasm when she first decided to try some new projects, but after a while, she would become a bit hesitant, and after another period of time, when it was close to participating, she would feel a bit tired instead, thinking that maybe she shouldn't go after all.

But Dick is not like this; his positive emotions are always straightforward and simple, consistent from beginning to end, never changing; he keeps a strong interest as long as he looks forward to doing something, and no matter how tedious the preparation process is, he never gets bored.

Raven once heard a metaphor from Professor Schiller: if a person is compared to a car, the size of everyone's fuel tank is different.

Some people's fuel tanks can hold a lot of fuel, so they can run for a long time without needing to refuel, but some people's fuel tanks are relatively small, and they need to stop for supplies after driving for a short while.

But there is another situation, which is that the car's structure is more exquisite and can use less fuel to travel for a longer time; Raven believes that Dick is such a person.

In fact, whether it's watching a concert or going fishing on a yacht, it can only be considered a pastime, not that they really love music or fishing, so the happiness that this type of entertainment behavior can bring them is limited.

But Dick can always maintain high energy and excitement for a long time with limited happiness, as if just relying on this bit of happy time can support him for the rest of his life.

Raven doesn't understand the principle behind it, but she feels a bit envious; she wants to know how Dick does it, so during the process of playing, she always pays attention to Dick openly or secretly.

After Dick hung up the phone, the two prepared to go to a pet store to take a look; Raven tilted her head and watched him search for the location of catteries on his phone, finally locating a cattery that was slightly remote.

The pet system in the United States is relatively sound; so-called pet stores are actually places that specialize in breeding domestic pets, and there are several levels of distinction—some sell show-level pets, and there are also ordinary pets aimed at civilians.

In a place like New York, you can basically find whatever kind of pet you want; besides cats and dogs, some niche reptiles also have dedicated enthusiasts breeding them.

Although Siberian Forest Cats are not as famous as other large-sized cats and are not a native American cat breed, New York does have a few catteries that breed this variety, and there even happen to be kittens of the right age for sale.

The two drove their rented car to this "Giant Pet Home"—just hearing the name, one knew the cattery owner liked large-sized cats.

This is a home-based cattery, opened in a house on the edge of Queens; as soon as Dick and Raven got out of the car, the cattery owner opened the yard gate for them, and after taking one step in, they were entangled by a gentle giant around their legs.

Raven bent down and picked up this huge cat without any effort; the cattery owner looked at her with some shock, and Dick hurriedly poked her with his elbow.

Only then did Raven realize that it should be a bit strenuous for her size to hold such a big cat, so she hurriedly put the cat down.

"What a cute little... uh, big guy."

The cattery owner was a chubby middle-aged woman; she laughed heartily and said, "Pali is our second-largest treasure here; it's a Maine Coon. The Siberian Forest Cats you're looking for are over here."

Raven liked this big treasure that was meowing around her legs very much; she couldn't help it again, picked it up, and weighed it in her arms like holding a baby; its fluffy big tail was almost dragging on the ground.

Dick also reached out to touch it; the Maine Coon is worthy of being called a gentle giant, not refusing any petting, and its sharp voice is completely inconsistent with its huge body size.

Coming to the backyard, the two finally saw the real Siberian Forest Cats, and then discovered that although these two types of cats are similar in size, there is a very significant difference in face shape.

The Maine Coon's face is sharper—to be precise, the muzzle is prominent, the nose is longer, the mane expands outward, and the eyes are relatively long and sharp, somewhat like a male lion, very handsome.

The Siberian Forest Cat's face is rounder and wider; externally, it looks sweeter, revealing a silly temperament, and its eyes are also round, not as aggressive.

Raven loves one after another; she puts down the one in her hand and goes to hold the Siberian Forest Cat that just arrived at her feet. She reached out to touch it and found that the texture of the fur of the two is also different; the Siberian Forest Cat's fur is softer, but denser and incredibly thick, especially that big tail that looks like it has bloomed—without some effort, one simply can't touch the cartilage inside.

Dick picked up the Maine Coon that Raven had put down, and after comparing the two in his arms, he still preferred the handsome big lion in his arms.

Then the cattery owner introduced them to another type of forest cat, which is the Norwegian Forest Cat; it looks more like the Siberian Forest Cat, and there is no significant difference in appearance between the two, but the Norwegian Forest Cat's face shape is closer to an inverted triangle, and the fur is slightly longer.

This cattery is full of large cats, lazily lying on door thresholds or cat climbing frames, looking not noisy at all; according to the cattery owner, large cats have more stable emotions, and these three breeds are all famously gentle and clingy.

Then the cattery owner introduced them to the special features of the Siberian Forest Cat; this cat has a personality closest to a dog among the three large cats—not just loyal and lively, but with better obedience; after training, it can basically possess all the skills of most dogs, such as obeying handshakes, turning in circles, retrieving, etc.

Finally, the cattery owner showed them the kittens for sale; this cat's mother is a show-level cat and has won many awards, and the father's bloodline is also good; the kitten is only three months old and looks quite sturdy.

Raven picked one out at a glance; Dick didn't know how to describe this color, probably brownish-gray; because the body size was too small and the fur was too long, it was just a fur ball.

Seeing that Raven wouldn't let go after holding it, Dick started to negotiate the price with the cattery owner; after basically agreeing, they had to go through the procedures.

Raising pets in New York State requires some procedures; if it is adoption or rescue, the procedural conditions will be relatively loose, but if it is a purchase, it must go through many strict procedures.

One of the more important links is proof of housing; he needs the buyer to prove that they have an independent residence and have enough activity space to provide for the pet.

Dick is from another universe, so naturally, he has no real estate, so he had to make a phone call to Schiller.

Having lived here for so long, Schiller is also quite knowledgeable about such details; he had previously seriously checked whether Pikachu should be issued a dog license or a cat license.

Not long after, all the procedures were prepared; Raven happily held the kitten and got into the car, but soon she became worried and said: "You said Tim wanted to raise a kitten, so will we have to return the cat to him then?"

"What silly things are you saying? What we raise is ours; if he wants to raise one, he can go adopt one himself," Dick said.

"But didn't he say he wanted to raise a Siberian Forest Cat?"

Only then did Dick remember, carefully recalling the specific content of Tim's conversation with him.

But in fact, by this time he had basically forgotten, so he had to vaguely say: "Oh, that's right, Professor Schiller said that raising a pet is conducive to stabilizing your emotions, and I wanted to provide you with such a suggestion, but I didn't know which breed of cat was better, so I asked Tim..."

Raven became happy again; she gently touched the kitten's head and said: "No one has ever cared about me like this; thank you."

Discovering that he had fooled her, Dick also laughed; he said: "Have you thought about it? What name do you want to give the kitten?"

After Raven thought about it seriously, she said: "My name is Rachel, so let's call it Qiuqiu."

"You're the boss," Dick smiled and said, and then he suddenly remembered that Tim seemed to have asked him to go to Arkham Asylum—what was it for?

Dick didn't remember very well, but he still said: "Let's go buy some pet supplies first, and then go back to Arkham Asylum; it's too small and needs to spend a lot of time sleeping, so we can't go back too late."

Raven nodded happily.

Just as the car drove to the parking lot of Arkham Asylum, Dick received a message from Tim.

"Did you find it?"

Dick had no idea what Tim wanted him to find, but he had bought the Siberian Forest Cat, so he replied with an "Um."

"Send it to me," Tim typed the content of the text message.

Ten seconds later, he received a photo of a very cute Siberian Forest Cat cub.