Thread: When 9 Lives Aren't Enough (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

So far so good, Selina thought to herself as she successfully coiled the whip around the Joker's neck. Since he'd managed to bring his arm up in time to prevent her from getting a proper choke, it was perhaps not as optimal as it could have been, but on the plus side the arch-villain would stuck defending himself with one hand. Selina knew perfectly well that he was still extremely dangerous despite the handicap, but she was also confident enough in her own abilities to believe that there wasn't a man on Earth who could take her on with her whip coiled around his neck and an arm. Don't worry, I won't be long, Catwoman retorted as she drew her knife, a relatively new addition to her arsenal which seemed necessary after the city had gone to hell. She was just about to close the distance when Harley's unmistakable voice suddenly made her stop and pivot. Where the fuck did she come from!? Selina wondered, and what's tha - but before she could finish her thought the weighed glove had already crashed into her face and sent her reeling. Catwoman dropped the handle of her whip when she reactively brought her hand up to cover her face afterwards, tears welling up in her eyes only briefly before being batted away as she regained her resolve. At least she still had the knife, and it seemed like she was going to need it since at least half a dozen goons with physiques that could only be the result of some heavy steroid abuse filed into the room moments later. With their face paint and accessories making them look like ghoulish clowns, the scene could easily have been pulled out of some child's nightmare, only it was finitely worse because Selina was very conscious that it was real. And with Harley standing right between her and the window, her only easy path of escape was effectively cut off. All this just for me? You shouldn't have... Selina tried to mask her nerved behind a veil of cockiness right before the first of the thugs came at her. She managed to dodge the first attack while retaliating with a skillfully executed spinning heel kick of her own, and then she managed a shallow cut across another goon's chest before stabbing through something - she wasn't sure what anymore with so many bodies and limbs circling her like sharks - but it wasn't enough. Not even close. It felt like the room was quickly closing in around her, making Selina feel claustrophobic even though she'd never had problems crawling through tight air vents or any other cramped spaces before. With so many attacks coming from every direction, she could only dodge and deflect so many before a fist brutally impacted her side, nailing her right in the kidney and nearly deactivating the thief-turned-would-be-vigilante instantly. Even if she might have recovered from that, an elbow to the back of Selina's head sealed her defeat, sending her stumbling to her hands and knees. An arm wrapped tightly across her neck and lifted her back up promptly, chocking her in the process as one of the goons dragged her towards a bed and tossed her on it. She tried to roll away groggily but found herself being held in place by at least four pairs of large, thick fingered hands. By the time that Selina was fully aware of her surroundings again, she'd been tied spread-eagle on the bed, her restraints holding fast no matter how hard she struggled to free herself. W-Wait! What... Selina swallowed hard, her gaze bouncing around frantically between the Joker, Harley and each of the monstrous thugs surrounding her, What are you going to do to me...? She asked the question even though she was pretty sure that she didn't want to hear the answer.