Catwoman, of course!

You leave Cobblepot to his business, striding back down the hallway and heading back to the ground floor.

When you step out of the elevator, you see Tracey and Candy, still with a faceful of the other's cunt. It's obvious they've both already gotten off, but the compulsion to eat each other out still remains.

Deciding to do their jaws a favor, you tell them they've done enough for now.

"That was quite a work out." Candy purrs, sitting up and straightening out her attire.

"You enjoyed that too bloody much, yeah?" Tracey says testily, embarrassed about what she was just compelled to do.

"Hey, it's not my fault you taste so good. Or that you eat pussy like a pro." Candy smiled back.

Tracey grumbles something back, but you're too eager to get started to make her repeat it.

"Listen ladies, Penguin's just given me a job. I'm looking to track down Catwoman. Anything you can provide me with to help? Known associates, safehouses, that sort of thing?" You ask the women. Your power ensures they'll be as forthcoming as you could possibly wish.

"Good luck with that. The guv's been trying to find that little bitch forever." Tracey complains.

“Though we do have a lead on the kid.” Candy interject.

“Bloody wastea time if you ask me.” Tracey huffs.

“Nobody did. Candy, why don't you tell me about this kid?” You ask.

“Thank you, hon.” Candy responds. “Well, word on the street is, the Cat drags this kid around with her. Holly Robinson. People say they worked the streets together back in the day.” The henchwoman explains.

“Only now, Kyle uses her to help plan her jobs, looks after her, has a whole surrogate mom thing going on.”

“A great big weakspot. I love it.” You smile.

“And one of our spies recently told us about a hideout in the East End, an apartment currently occupied by a young lady matching Robinson's description.”

“It doesn't matter. If the Cat's taught her anything, she'll sense trouble and scarper.” Tracey interjects.

“Not when she meets me.” You boast. “The girl'll be putty in my hands, as the two of you can attest to.”

“We most certainly can.” Candy beams. Reaching into her cleavage, Candy pulls out a compact pen and scribbles a few words on a napkin. “Here you go, sugar. The girl's address. Good hunting.”

-

It's your first night in Gotham, and since you arrived in this universe with nothing but the clothes on your back, you don't even have a cellphone. Without the internet to consult, it takes you a bit longer than it normally would to track the apartment down, but you get there in the end.

Knocking on the door, you wait impatiently for a few moments, before it's answered.

Opening the door is a lovely young woman, late teens at the very most. She's a little on the short side, her body toned and a little athletic. She's got strawberry blonde hair, in a pixie cut, and a rather nice pair of blue eyes. Eyes that are presently regarding you with suspicion.

“You Holly?” You ask, deciding to get right to the point.

“Yeah, what's it to you?” She admits. You're sure she wouldn't have been as honest had anyone else knocked. The girl's wearing an orange sports bra and sweats. The thin sheen of sweat on her youthful form tells you you've interrupted her workout.

“You'd like to invite me in.” You tell her. As soon as Holly realizes this, she opens the door and lets you in.

“Hmm, bit of a shithole.” You say, surveying Catwoman's place. It's something of a mess, with clothes belonging to both women strewn around, not to mention the cats. Still, you've got a very nice view of Gotham through the blinds. From this distance, it actually looks like a peaceful and safe metropolis. The muffled screams and sirens coming from outside kinda kill that illusion.

“Only the one bed.” You note. “You sleep with her?”

“Yeah, what of it?” Holly asks. “Times're tough.”

“Uh huh, I'm sure Catwoman can't steal enough to afford a two-bedroom safehouse.” You snark. “Speaking of which, why don't we cut to the chase? You're gonna tell me exactly where Selina is, and what she's doing.”

You can see the fight in Holly's eyes, hear the slightest of hesitations in her voice before she spills. It's kind of adorable. Ever since you got your power, you've never met anyone with the will to prevent you getting your way.

“She's at the West Gallery.” Holly confesses. “On a job, right now. She's going to steal the Kane Diamond!”

“Thank you, darling.” You smile. There was little you loved more than emotionally torturing people with your ability.

“Now, we need to make sure you don't tip our criminal friend off that I'm coming after her.” You muse.

“I know, why don't you get on the bed?” You command Holly. “I want you to stay there for the rest of the night.”

Spying a phone on Robinson's bedside table, you amend your orders.

“And you're not to call Selina. Or text her. In fact, no communication with anyone.”

Your eyes can't help but roam the teen's body as she climbs onto her bed. If you could get past the hate-filled look in her eyes, she was quite the fetching number.

“Oh, but you are cute, kid. Y'know, if I was Catwoman, I'd make you sleep with me too.” You purr, feeling up one of Robinson's perky tits.

While you know catching Catwoman will be time-sensitive, baser, more twisted parts of your brain are telling you to ignore your job and have some fun with the kitten at your mercy.