Selina wins.

After a few more frantic minutes of fighting, Selina pressed the advantage, knocking the caped vigilanted back. She hit the ground, and Selina was on her.

As Selina brought her fist down on Batwoman's cowled temple, she caught a glint of surprise in the vigilantes sparkling light green eyes. Selina wasn't exactly Bane, but here she was, beating a Bat. Who would've thought it.

Panting, Selina dismounted the unconscious Bat. Thinking quickly, she pulled out a few of her bolas, trussing up Batwoman's feet and wrists. She'd seen way too many crooks underestimate Bruce, thinking they'd been the one to finally take down the Bat.

"Damn, Cat!" Frank said, practically applauding her victory.

"Don't kill her." Selina insisted.

"Oh, I get it, you'll stand by as we waste half the mob, if it gets you paid, but the second we got a freak, a good looking one, I'll admit, at our mercy, you're holding off."

"I don't want her blood on my hands." Selina admitted.

"Fine." Frank said, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. "But she ain't getting off scot free."

Approaching the unconscious woman, Frank began running his hands all over her suited body.

"C'mon boys, let's have some fun with Ms. Batman here!" Frank jeered. His men, at least the ones who were back on their feet, seemed to approve of the idea.

Selina was less sure. Part of her wanted to take out her would-be partners. Another part simply wanted to run for the hills with the score.