They Put Catwoman In A Cell

Waddling along, unused to her weight an barely keeping her Modesty intact with what few scraps of leather still clung to her body and fat rolls, Selina was led down a wide and long corridor in what was clearly Arkham, just not as she knew it.

Stagnated stenches wafted out from guards and inmates alike, permeating the halls with a stale stuffy sweat inducing humidity, by the time she'd been paraded to a door far wider than she was, Selina's fighting spirit was put to one side as she huffed and puffed from exhaustion.

"Alright stick, this'll be your new home for a while, don't worry, you won't be lonely for long" - one of her escorts teased her as the other undid her restraints, as the door was flung, they both pushed Selina forward.

Unable to maintain her trademark grace and balance, Selina stumbled through the door and landed on her belly, the impact forcing a hefty bout of gas from her backside.

As she struggled to turn around and get to her feet, the door slammed shut behind her, sitting up but remaining firmly on her fattened backside, she took stock of her surroundings.

The cell was much more sparse and "clean" than Diana's, but still bore the trademark skid marks, sweat stains and stale stench of various former occupants. She was alone for now at least, which gave her time to think as she tried her best to ignore the growing hunger inside her belly.

"Think Selina, think" she thought to herself.

"There's no league, You're in another world to your own, and if you don't get out of here soon, you'll barely be able to think straight never mind waddle your bloated ass if Diana's anything to go by"

She looked around again, while they'd removed most of her suit, her goggles still remained intact, strapped to her head she took them off and activated a hidden compartment within them, a trusty lockpick tumbling into her open palm.

"If I can get out of here, I can pass for "thin" on the outside, and try and gather some more information.

Putting her goggles back on her head, she heaved herself off the ground and waddled towards the door.

"I might be in a different Arkham but how different can the locks be"

Looking at the lock, she had a rough idea of what she could expect from it, as she went to make her first attempt against it though, she heard fat footsteps slapping along the corridor approaching her cell and the sounds of struggles.

"Let me go you fat pigs! This is inhuman!"

The cries became muffled as a chorus of belches and farts put a stop to the protests, Selina had a good idea of what had happened to whoever was putting up a fight outside to shut them up.

"Shut it stick, you know the rules, now, get in there, the two of you can get nice and cosy while you wait for dinner"

Quickly backing away from the door so as to not reveal her hand too soon, Selina was soon greeted by the sizable sight of.