Selina has to live with a slobby version of Wonder Woman!

"The same thing we do with all these underfed piglets. We let Wonder Woman sort them out."

"Wonder Woman? You've got it all mixed up. The vigilantes bring you criminals, not the other way around." Catwoman paid for her disobedience when the Asian cop grabbed Selina's head and shoved it against her flabby ass. An eye-watering fart blasted and left her too disoriented to fight back as the cops escorted her to the back of their patrol car.

Catwoman was shoved inside and the cops took their seats up front. As soon as her sight returned, Selina noticed that there was enough room in the back for six of her. Adding even more questions to the growing pile she was amassing. Peeking into the front, she spotted Wendy and her partner chowing down on donuts. It would have terribly cliche except they were eating it out of a barrel. Slobber dribbled down their chins as they stuffed their maws with pastries and licked their sticky, icing-covered cleans before reaching for another.

"I must say, you two are living up to your namesake as a couple of pigs," Catwoman remarked.

"BRAAAAAAP! Flattery won't help you, stick," belched Wendy.

"You'll thank us after this. Not many people have the privilege of getting some one-on-one time with an amazon these days." said the other cop.

"I don't suppose I can talk one of you into taking my punishment for me, can I?"

They responded with a synchronized toot that shut Selina up for the time being. It didn't stop them from hotboxing the vehicle with gas but it prevented her from tasting the pea soup-thick fumes. For once, she was looking forward to being handed over to the authorities. If anyone could shed some light onto this slobby situation, it was Wonder Woman. Worst case scenario, Catwoman could always borrow that lasso of truth and use it to get some answers. Though given how recent events have turned out, Catwoman had a feeling she was in for a surprise.