The pressure on his chest as Catwoman rested her stiletto boot on the center of his emblem and leaned down was uncomfortable to say the least. It cause a fair amount of discomfort, but at least he could still breath. As she spoke, taunting him with her words the heel of her boot made a small indentation in the center of the emblem, and the push off caused a small rip in the fabric before she performed an expertly done backflip and headed out of sight.<br/><br/>To say the least Catwoman had indeed won the night, there was little to no doubt about such things, and it was rather difficult for him to deal with especially when she taunted him expertly. Her words sliced deep into his heart and his head, which is where they did the most damage. He was going to be fighting with a chip on his shoulder against her from now on, and there was going to be a nagging little voice telling him he just simply wasn't good enough to beat her.<br/><br/>Just before the police could barge in and arrive to find him laying on his back Batman managed to pull himself up off the floor and hobble out the back door. His body was hurting in many places from the mostly one sided ass kicking she had given him, and he was moving even slower than he normally would have. Batman used his grappling hook to head for the rooftop, where like a fool he would see if Catwoman was anywhere in sight.