Selina, of course.

Rushing over to the **** Kyle, you're very concerned about her taking a taser hit so close to the spinal cord. Rolling her off the top of the Riddler you lay her on her back.

Grabbing your doctor's medical pen light from your jacket pocket you check Selina's eyes. “Damn it.” You swear as her pupils are nearly fixed and dilated with little constriction.

“Come on Kyle, stay with me.” You state, while touching her neck to check her pulse with equally poor results. Listening at her chest is difficult because of her leather body suit. Quickly unzipping her top you listen again, with little encouragement.

“You're not going to complain that I used you as a throwing weapon?” You keep talking to her as you begin CPR.

Kneeling next to her side you time your chest compressions to 110 per minute. “Didn't you hear that I said you were 'heavy'?”

Working on the chest compression for several minutes you then switch to mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. After thirty seconds of that not working you stop and look down at the still **** Gothamite.

“Selina, please.” You softly plead, “I can't do this again.”

Your doctor's professionalism soon returns and you go back to the chest compressions as you were trained. After but nine palm trusts she begins to cough, gasp and regain color. Cradling her in your arms you wait until she fully regains consciousness. When her eyes focus on yours you reach down and kiss her. She eagerly yields to your caring embrace.

“Now that's the way one should wake up.” She smiles. “What happened?”

“The Riddler tased you from behind.” You explain.

Looking down at her wide open top, with her barely bra covered chest fully exposed, she looks back at you with the coy grin, “Are you sure it was the Riddler?”

“Um.” You now notice how truly well endowed Selina is and her magnificent soft, yet firm, breasts which are seductively highlighted and framed by a racy push-up dark grey and purple laced bra. For the first time since med school you blush around a female patient. “Cardiopulmonary resuscitation requires unfettered access.” You lamely explain.

Reaching up she kisses you and whispers, “Next time, you can just ask. I won't say no.”

Helping Selina to her feet, she zips up her top only half way, leaving a tantalizing part of her upper cleavage exposed. Looking around she notices the **** Riddler and laughs, “Your handy work?”

“Got lucky.” You answer, leaving out how you dropped him. “You took out most of them.”

“Damn, the doc's got skills.” She gives you a playful look over. “Dropping the main bad guy and then getting to second base with the hot chick, all within a few minutes of each other. Kind of makes you a playa.”

“CPR is not getting to second base.” You lecture, though you're thankful that the sardonic Ms. Kyle is fully back. “But we are not done yet, there is still the matter of freeing the staff, calling the police and securing these thugs.”