Throw a smokebomb

He barely had time to prepare for the wave of attackers. Throwing one smoke bomb was all he could do.
The brave hero hoped the smoke would confuse his attackers.

And it did……

Closing the distance his leg came up with blurring speed and smashed his knee into the first thug’s mask, snapping the crying emoji mask in half.
With some well placed strikes he downed more of his attackers.

Catman’s plan was working as he used confusion and shock to overwhelm his attackers.

However just as he thought he was winning a female with a tongue out mask moved at him from behind and jammed a stun gun in his lower back blasting him with an enormous charge.

Pain tore through his body. The jolt of electricity paralyzed the hero.

He gritted his teeth bracing against the pain. His nervous system was on fire.

Instantly his attackers swarmed the stunned hero and **** him down.

Catman began to get to his senses but it was to late.

Pinned down to the cold floor he felt ropes around his wrists and hands all over his beaten body.

Gloved hands gripped his face and a cloth was pressed over his nose and mouth. The sweet smell of chloroform invaded his nostrils and burned his throat. He caught a glimpse of his abductors gear laid out before him.

He felt a shock of fear at the thought of bondage and capture.

He had build himself as an almost invincible creature in the eyes of criminals, if they would capture him that image would fade instantly.

His legs were pinned to the floor but he trashed regardless. Trying to escape the incapicating chemicals and the many arms holding him down.

His struggling body seemingly levitated from the floor. As the smoke cleared the crowd of attackers lifted his body upright.

The fumes filling his lungs caused him to panick. The ropes on his wrists and the strong holds on his customed body accentuated the danger. The hero’s instinct was telling him to escape but his condition betrayed him.

He grunted into the cloth. He felt his vision blurring and the fight in him diminishing.

His body went rigid a few inches from the floor. The areau was totally full of masked gangmembers. And the hero felt a massive wave of helplessness wash over him. He heard them talk to each other about next steps as if he was not even there.

His vision increasingly blurred as he felt unconsciousness was close. His feet landed on the cold floor as the sickly sweet chemicals caused his knees to buckle. His assailants felt his struggles evaporate from his once resistant body.

The cloth was pulled away and Catman felt his eyes were crossing uncontrollably beneath his mask. The many hands that held him pulled away. Leaving a few chosen men to prepare him for transport.
His wrists were cinched behind his back with rope. More rope circled his elbows.

The hero’s arms felt like lead. His legs were sluggish, he would have fallen if the men weren’t holding him up. One of the masked men unclipped Catman’s utility belt and swiftly removed it.

Catman grunted at the bindings manipulating his limbs, his head fell forward but a slender and feminine hand seized his chin from behind as they tied him up.

The same wandering hand played cross his leg, feeling up his outer thigh.
Knots locked his knees together tightly, forcing his legs together.

The slender hand now stroked his buttocks sending shivers up his spine.
Strong hands and stronger ropes pulled his wrists up his back.
They wrapped his arms cradling the limbs helplessly behind him.

Once finished with the ropes on his upper body the men spun him around.
His head bobbed up and down as his arms were tightly tied behind his back.

He felt himself falling deeper into helplessness.
The hero’s head slumped forward but the woman with the tongue out smily seized his chin and **** his head back up.

‘’Gag him.’’ She said with a cold voice.

Catman’s leg was bent back and his boot was slipped off.

They then removed his sock.

His head was straitened and his sock was shoved deep into his mouth gagging him.

A role of duct tape was wrapped around his head to keep the gag in place, not allowing him to spit the sock out.

The masked woman seemed satisfied as she looked him over.

‘’Put him into storage we will decide later what to do with him….’’

As Catman was carried away he realized that this adventure was moste definitely over.
He had failed the city!