The shadows of Gotham's rooftops bear witness to an unusual encounter. Batman, the Dark Knight, has captured his feline foe, Catwoman, in a web of his own design. She's trussed up, her lithe body struggling against the restraints, her breath coming in short gasps. Batman looms over her, his cape billowing, his voice echoing in the night, "You've been a naughty cat, Selina." He runs a finger along her cheek, down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone. She hisses at him, but he knows she's enjoying the game. He smirks, "You like this, don't you? The thrill of the unknown, the danger." He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, "You're not the only one who can play games, Selina."