Face Riddler's goons

After that kiss Damian felt more attuned to her body. More in control. Catwoman’s skin felt less like it was someone else’s and more like her own. That truly terrified her. Was this game making her into Catwoman? No, that was impossible. Father would never program his simulation to be detrimental to those using it. Unless Catwoman was an experimental character and he didn’t expect Damian to use her. Glitches persisted in every type of software.

She didn’t even have to think about how she walked, she just naturally swayed her hips and moved in the high heels like she was born wearing them. She figured it would be best to just push forward with continuing her mission. She didn’t want to find out what would happen if the virtual Batman kissed her again. Part of her was fond of the idea. She felt same kind of “fondness” that created a hot moist sensation in between her thighs.

“Here, kitty kitty!”

One of the thugs shouted. Damian instinctively clung to the ceiling with her claws, crawling like Selina would. She didn’t really even have to think about it. She waited until the four or so goons fanned out searching for her. She then lowered herself down with her whip and quietly wrapped her thick thighs around one of the baddie’s necks. She strangled him with her legs until he passed out.

Damian rinsed and repeated this process, using Catwoman’s tactics for stealth vice the ones her father and the League of Assassins drilled into her head. As wrong as it was, she couldn’t shake how right it felt in the moment. The feline thief jumped down once the idiots were all out cold.

“I’m through playing games, Eddie.”

She announced.

“You dare attempt to steal from me! I’ll have your head mounted in my foyer!”

Catwoman headed down the stairs, smirking as she approached Riddler’s main computer.

“Look at all this money. Too bad it won’t do you any good in prison...”

She shrugged, hacking the system and placing all the cash directly into her own off shore accounts.

“You’ll regret this, Cat! I swear it!”

“Will I? You’re the one that installed a self destruct button. Now who does that?”

“Wait! No!”

Selina set off the self destruct switch for all of Riddler’s machines including his underground facility. She ran outside, front flipping onto the rooftop across from the toy shop. The explosion rocked the hideout just as she narrowly escaped.

Damian took control again and paused to see her option menu light up with her score.

78/100

“Passed. Great. Can I leave now?”