Bruce watched Catwoman from behind his mask with dark eyes. Watched carefully as she bent down to snatch his bright yellow utility belt from the ground. The way her leather pants hugged her ass caught his attention. For the very briefest of seconds he had a glimmer of hope that she would give it back to him. That hope died as she explored the belt and even further when she found the keys to the Batmobile and put them in the back of her suit.<br/><br/>When she found the handcuffs his heart sank just a little bit further. He then remembered her words from earlier in the night, 'Unfortunately... for you, I have no intentions of letting you go to work tonight...' this must have been a part of that plan. With the utility belt around her waist, something that was equally sexy and humiliating, Batman watched her as she tugged at the whip to free his arms from her whip.<br/><br/>There was a small thought that he might try to fight with one free hand. It was a fleeting thought however, as he quickly understood he would be at a disadvantage. Once her hand was around his free wrist Batman intended on being somewhat cooperative. There was shock in how she had somewhat easily defeated him and now cuffed him with his own cuffs and wore his belt. "The Batmobile is outside of Gotham Cathedral," he said in earnest. There was no point in lying to her.