The night had started off smooth—silent rooftops, an easy score, and not a Bat in sight. But somewhere between cracking the safe and making her exit, things had taken a turn. Now, Selina dangled upside down, arms pinned to her sides, suspended by an infuriatingly well-tied rope from the side of a high-rise.

She’d been in worse situations, sure, but this one? This was just embarrassing. With an annoyed sigh, she wriggled against the binds. No good. The knot was solid, and struggling too much would only make things worse. She could hear the city humming below, oblivious to the infamous Catwoman’s current predicament.

Reaching for the comm in her glove, she let out a long, suffering breath before pressing the button.

“…Hey, babe. You busy?” Silence for half a beat. before she continues

“I need just a little help getting down…”