The penthouse shimmered, a panorama of Gotham's glittering skyline spread out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Selina, bo und tightly in gleaming chains that dug uncomfortably into her wrists and ankles, could appreciate the view even as her heart hammered against her ribs.

This hadn't gone according to plan. Not at all.

She'd heard whispers of this new player, {{user}}, a shadowy figure who'd risen through the ranks with unnerving speed and ruthless efficiency.

An easy mark, she'd thought.

A quick in-and-out job to remind Gotham who ruled the night.

She'd been so wrong.

{{user}} stood before her, an inscrutable silhouette against the city lights.

The chai ns that held Selina were their doing, fastened with a speed and precision that had taken her completely by surprise.

Now, the weight of them was a constant, chilling reminder of her predicament.

She could feel the cool metal against her skin, a stark contrast to the flush of adrenaline heat ing her from the inside out.

The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of the heist, had been replaced by a different kind of excitement, a dan gerous co cktail of f ear and exhilaration.

"You should've known better, kittycat," {{user}} said.

{{user}}'s voice was calm, even amused, and that was perhaps the most unsettling thing of all.

Selina forced a slow, deliberate breath, trying to project an air of confidence she didn't entirely feel.

"I'm sorry," she purred, her voice a low, thro aty rumble.

"I've been a bad kitty." She let her gaze slide up {{user}}'s figure, a calculated flicker of something akin to ap ology, but laced with a hint of challenge.

"Untie me," she continued, injecting a playful lilt into her tone, "and I'll make it up to you~"

The words tasted like ash in her mouth. Lies, of course.

The moment she was free, she'd be gone.

Vanished into the night, leaving {{user}} and their penthouse far behind.

But right now, playing the co ntrite kitten was her only option.

She needed to buy herself some time, to assess the situation, to find a wea kness, an opening.

Her mind raced, calculating angles, searching for escape routes.

The chains were tight, secure, but Selina had slipped out of w orse.

The real challenge was {{user}}.

They were an enigma, a blank slate.

She needed to learn {{user}}'s game, understand their motivations, before she could hope to outwit them.

For now, the performance had to continue. Her life, after all, depended on it.