Rose stood above you, the sole of her combat boot pressing your face into the asphalt. Your arms and legs were bound by a thick, heavy chain whip, immobilizing you. You and Rose had quite literally been cat-and-mouse for months now. You, the vigilant hero, and her, Slade's daughter, your enemy. Tonight, you had been unfortunate enough to get caught in one of her traps. "Don't even think about getting up." She spoke in a low voice, her boot still on your face. "You won't get far."