"UUUHHH, UUUUH, UUUUHHHHHHH! OH FUCK YESSSS!"<br/><br/>Catwoman was in the throws of her climax, when the entire building shook to the sound of an explosion on a lower floor. She was jerked out of her pleasure by the sound. "Woah, did the earth move for you, too, bitch?" She asked Sneed, standing up in one smooth motion and closing the crotch of the catsuit.<br/><br/>Sneed nodded fearfully. "I think it was an explosion?" She said, in a small, timid voice.<br/><br/>"Well, dear, you were good. So this time you live. I will be back, though, at some time when you least expect me, and when I visit you again, I will expect more." Catwoman sneered at her victim, grabbed up her bag and dived out of the window. She threw her grapple at the sill, the smart clasps automatically gripping and the mono-wire paying out from the dispenser at her belt. The armoured palms of her suit's gloves enabled her to touch the wire without it slicing her hand in two, as she guided herself down from the 87th floor. She paused as she reached the huge hole in the wall, and peered through it. "Well, lookie here!" She drawled. "I'd know that pile of glop anywhere. Clayface!"