Selina’s boots squeak against the canvas, and she can hear the crowd cheer when she lands a successful punch against you, hitting your jaw, your abdomen. She’s easily the champion of Gotham’s Boxing League.

Jab, jab, cross!

Each of Selina’s punches connects with a satisfying thud against your skin, reddening it, causing the sweat to bounce off. You can feel yourself being pushed against the ropes.

You’re dizzy, and it’s only round two. The crowd's roaring for your fall is overtaken by the ringing in your ears. “Already seeing double, darling?” Selina purrs tauntingly, readying her gloved fist up for the knockout blow, when you’re saved by the bell.

Ding, ding, ding!

“Lucky, lucky.” Selina coos, pulling out her mouthguard for a moment. “Watch out, hon. This kitten’s got claws.” The catwoman taunts, walking back to her corner and sipping some water.

When the intermission ends, she smirks, meeting your sweaty figure in the center of the ring. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll knock you out cold in a moment.” She jokes, touching her boxing gloves against yours, smirking as the bell rings.