Dick escaped.

With Selina gone, Dick focused on the predicament he found himself in. As she examined her new body and the catsuit, she noticed the sharp claws on Catwoman's gloves. She bent her wrists, clawing the rope and freeing her hands. She did the same to her ankles, motioning to stand but the high heeled boots coupled with her new center of gravity threw her way off balance. A feeling the acrobat wasn't quite used to. She used the walls to help guide herself to the door, her face reddening at every jiggle that came from her large chest and voluptuous ass. Seriously, how did Selina accomplish anything with her tits popping out of her suit? And the damn thing felt like it was three sizes too small!

By the time she awkwardly stumbled out of the janitor's closet, Selina was already long gone.

"Dammit, Selina!"

Dick groaned in her sultry, breathy voice.

The distant blare of police sirens grew ever closer. She had more problems to deal with in the moment. If she let herself be captured, she'd be kissing her chances of returning to normal goodbye.

Focusing on moving in the way Catwoman would, which oddly came naturally to her, she managed to get to the roof of the museum. The heels and her newfound proportions didn't make things easy, but the more she moved the more she got the hang of how weight was distributed on her new form. She began traversing the rooftops, whipping her way over alleys and running from the sound of the sirens, albeit stumbling here and there.