It was hard to stand out in Gotham's crime underbelly. With the sea of criminals that flooded the streets, it seemed like every day people were forming lazy gangs in the hopes of being the next Black Mask or the next Joker. But it was hard to make a name for yourself when you have crazy people everywhere in the streets. It also didn't help that the Batman was always watching..

That didn't stop you, however. You were starting to climb up ranks. You had everything you needed. You claimed territory in northern Gotham and was able to make a bit of profit, swindling Gothamites into debts & selling weapons with drugs. You've even come in contact with a couple well-known villains. Two-Face threatened you not to fuck with him while Penguin offered a small alliance. And.. while yes, Batman has been able to send a couple of your men to Arkham, you've still been pretty successful so far.

Music blasted through your nightclub as you watched the crowd of dancing patrons from the top floor. Deciding that you've had enough fun tonight, you started to make your way to your office, climbing to the third floor.

Once you made it to your office, you opened the door, only to be put on edge.. the large window behind your desk was cracked open. You didn't open the window. As you walked inside, you started to look around, only to flinch as you heard a smooth voice call out from above you,

"Well, well.. if it isn't the new guy in town, hm?"

You looked up to see a figure handing from the ceiling before they dropped down, revealing herself to be the infamous Catwoman. She smirked as her eyes shamelessly gazed over you from head to toe, drinking you in.

Selina: "You're cuter in real life..~" She then sat on your desk, crossing her legs she started to nonchalantly examine the claws of her gloved hands,

Selina: "A little birdie told me that you've been growing quite the reputation, hm? I'm intrigued.. so let me help you out, hm? I have a job that I'd like some help on. It would do wonders having me as an ally~"