With hardened eyes Batman listened as Catwoman spoke to him. He now knew who she was and she made it very clear bother verbally and physically that she was not afraid of him. The second she moved her hands off his throat was a relief, though short lived, but it allowed him to breathe fully once more. He was powerless to stop anything she was doing to him, and when the blade of her heel landed near his shoulder he caught the glistening of the blade and heard the ping on the ground.<br/><br/>"Ooof," was the sound he made as he found his body suddenly lifted off the ground and twirled until his back slammed into the brick building with force. The kiss was missing passion, but there was a certian eroticism to it, the forcefullness as her teeth sank into his bottom lip and drew a little bit of blood. With his upper arms pinned at his sides by her whip Batman was not in a position to quickly retaliate.<br/><br/>He had to keep her busy, focused on the conversation. "So like a cat you are stubborn and free willed. I can see that, but I kneel before no one. This is my city," his right hand was still able to reach into his utility belt to grab a batarang which he started to use to cut the whip, but it was not going to be quick he did not grab the sharp version of his bat shaped gadgets, a mistake on his part. "I will win, I will clean up the streets, and you will know the feeling of being caged if you get in my way." He tried to sound as menacing as he could.