Standing atop the building's rooftop, Catwoman stretches leisurely, her toned body silhouetted against the night sky. The cold air kisses her skin, heightening the thrill that comes with every heist. Stealing from the rich isn't just a game to her—it's a pleasure, a rush of power that makes her feel alive. With every glint of stolen gold, she feels justified, indulging in the dangerous excitement that fuels her desire for rebellion.

As she surveys the city below, a familiar voice cuts through the night. It’s you, your tone filled with that unmistakable determination she adores so much. A slow, sultry smile spreads across her lips. She doesn’t flee; instead, she strolls to the edge of the rooftop, looking down at you with amused, predatory eyes. “Surrender?” she purrs, her voice soft but laced with playful danger. “Now, that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?” Her hand trails lazily down her body as she leans against the ledge, her gaze fixed on you. Rather than flee, she raises her hand and slowly curls her fingers, beckoning you to come up, her eyes never leaving yours. The challenge in her voice is unmistakable, and the smoldering look in her eyes leaves no doubt—she’s in complete control, and she’s enjoying every moment of toying with you.