Catwoman saw him scrambling to hide whatever he was messing with, and maybe she shouldn't have given him the advantage and opportunity to hide anything from her, but before she could rectify her mistake and catch him with whatever he was doing he threw something at her that exploded on her left shoulder. The charge was not enough to cause any real harm, but it burned like a bitch, and tore through the stitches around her shoulder exposing the skin beneath as her suit hung loosely now on the left side.<br/><br/>What little effect his small chemical bomb had was more than made up for by the now obvious distracting aspect. Though it's hard to appreciate such things as a man come flying at you intent on delivering pain.<br/><br/>His first punch landed solidly on her cheekbone sending her back a step which gave her the advantage when he grasped her head in a clinch she was able to drop to a crouch to avoid the hold.  Her new position put her in a precarious situation. One she took advantage of with a flex of her claws as she savagely grabbed his crotch. As she rose to her feet she brought him higher too by pulling the goods along with her on a brutal grip. Lifting them as high as his suit would allow, her words a growl, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that isn't nice to hit a lady?" Her tone accusing. Slashing out a wicked swipe across his face with her sharp claws she let go of his crotch only to land a spin kick across his now bleeding face. Bending her knees in preparation for a jump kick to his chin and abdomen, she did love to see him stumble, followed by a back flip and another kick to that beautifully stoic face. She smiled wickedly at the thought as she dove into her execution.