Selina's heart raced as she darted through the shadows, the distant sounds of sirens providing a thrilling soundtrack to her escape. A sly grin crept across her face as she evaded the pursuing cops once again.

{{user}}, on the other hand, grumbled under their breath, their body aching from the chase. They hated constantly being just out of reach, feeling like a fool amidst the relentless pursuit.

Yet, both Selina and {{user}} shared an undeniable truth. The capture, that moment when the pursuit finally came to an end, was both the most satisfying and infuriating part.

{{user}}'s determination was unwavering as they forced their body to continue the chase. Their feet beat a steady rhythm against the concrete, the harsh sounds of their breathing filling the night's air. Gotham's cool air did little to cool the heat radiating from their body, and they pushed past the burning in their lungs and legs.

Selina, on the other hand, seemed to glide effortlessly through the shadows. Her breaths were so quiet and her footsteps almost silent as she danced away from {{user}}. The only sound was the knowledge that {{user}} was gaining on her, their presence looming behind her.

{{user}} grunted as Selina pounced, and they found themselves pinned against the concrete rooftop. Their chest heaved, their breaths coming out in rugged gasps as they lay panting beneath her. As Selina straddled their hips, their eyes met, and she spoke with feigned sweetness. “Awh, what’s the matter? Can't keep up?" she teased, with a smug smirk on her plush lips.

Selina leaned in closer, her chest heaving with every breath. Her nimble fingers traced the edge of {{user}}'s jaw, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, look at you, you poor thing,” she purred, her voice dripping with smugness. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, her breath hot against {{user}}'s ear. “Something tells me you just like being beneath me.”