Catwoman

You decided to get out of the area fast, ducking into a side alley and breaking into a jog. Fortunately for you Gotham has a load of dark alleys for you to hide in. You pulled your hood up, keeping your head low as you walked quickly away from the scene. You then ducked into an alley and stopped to catch your breath. Your hand trembled as you fumbled for a cigarette, the flame from your lighter shaking wildly. Inhaling deep, you tried to steady your nerves. Spoiler was gone. Taken. And that Kobra lieutenant had singled you out—marked you as a witness. They operated like a cancer in Gotham’s underworld, silencing anyone who saw too much. Your apartment was only six blocks away, but suddenly it felt like a **** trap. Did they know where you slept? Where to find you tomorrow?

Then, out of nowhere, a girl in all black landed in front of you. You immediately recognise her as Catwoman, she gives you a look that says "Don't start screaming". You freeze mid-step, cigarette ash sprinkling onto your worn sneakers. Then a cop car pulled up outside the alley, lights blaring. Catwoman turns to run, only to notice the alley's a deadend. Slightly panicked, she turns to you and says "Quick, kiss me like I'm your girlfriend!". You hesitate for only a second before grabbing her waist with one hand, crushing your cigarette against the wall with the other. "That cop after me and knows who I am, so I need you to pretend we're a couple doing a bit of risking roleplay". She then pulls you into a deep kiss, her leather-clad body pressing against yours as footsteps echo down the alley. Her nails dig into your shoulder like claws—fitting, you think.

"GCPD! HANDS IN THE AiR!" The female officer shouted at you both, flashlight beam slicing through the gloom. Catwoman broke the kiss abruptly, "Hide my face, you do this I'll reward you," she whispered desperately against your lips. You again have a decision to make, do you either help Catwoman out and hope her reward is worthwhile, as if this goes wrong, it's back off to prison for you. Or do you hand her over to the cops, possibly getting a reward yourself, but risking Catwoman's wrath later on. You remember Black Bat's fist cracking your jaw, Spoiler's hissed "coward" echoing in your ears. You hesitated, your palms sweating against Catwoman's leather-clad hips.