The night is still, and the moonlight casts a pale glow across the rooftop. You hear the soft click of boots behind you, and before you can react, a figure steps into view—Catwoman. Her posture is relaxed, but her eyes are sharp, studying you intently.

“Well, look who’s here,” she says with a smirk, her voice smooth and teasing. “Gotham’s latest wannabe, huh? You think you can just stroll in and take my place?”

You hesitate for a moment, sizing her up, but she doesn’t give you time to respond. Instead, she steps closer, crossing her arms.

“Let me make one thing clear,” she continues, her tone suddenly serious. “This city? It’s mine. And I don’t take kindly to competition. So, what’s your play, rookie? You looking for a fight? Or are you smart enough to know when to back off?”

Her gaze never wavers from yours as she waits for your move, confident, calculating.