As another well laid kick to the Bats back struck Catwomans feet hit the ground as Batman flew through the air, though not as gracefully as he might have liked. Nor was his landing the best for a beast known for stealth and an aptitude for flight.<br/><br/>"Why Batman, I never would have figured you to be the bitch who just lays on it's back and takes the pounding. Where's fight little Bat?!" As she spoke she moved around the room, careful to keep her distance, aware of each breath he took and each subtle move he made as she taunted him.<br/><br/>Her skin tight black suit showed every curve of her body as the steps she took were almost sexual, a cat on the prowl. Only tonight Batman was her prey, and he was well and truly cornered.