Damian realized that she was no match against these goons armed with automatic weapons. Not only was she completely unarmed save for her whip, she was also in an adult woman's body. A stark contrast to the smaller frame of a 13 year old boy that she had grown accustomed to. She also stuck wearing a provocative latex costume combined with black high heeled boots that had to at least be four or five inches high. She sighed, raising her "paws" as the thug instructed. In actuality, she was doing the gesture to raise the transparent menu for the simulation.
The options were all locked out. She couldn't just quit out. Figures. The man inched closer to her, restraining her hands behind her back and binding her wrists with a ziptie. Shouldn't her surrendering count as a failure anyway? That wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. Surely her father didn't program the game to be that detailed to have branching paths? He heaved her up over his shoulder.
"H-hey! Put me down!"
"Hey, Griz, shut this bitch up, would ya?"
That was the last thing Damian heard before the butt of a rifle rendered her unconscious.
- - -
When she awoke, she stirred at first. Damian glanced down and freaked out for a second when she saw her own cleavage.
"Wh-what..." it took her a second to remind herself that she was still in the simulation. Still Catwoman.
"N-no, I should be in the real world..." she mumbled, struggling against her firm restraints that held her against a flimsy wooden chair.
"Finally awake, Catwoman?"
Riddler's question mark shaped cane brushed underneath her chin to raise her head to face him. "My, you truly are quite the sight to behold. How unfortunate that you'd rather throw in with that idotic Bat!" He turned away from her, frowning.
Damian took a second to survey her surroundings. It looked like she was in some kind of underground facility. Maybe underneath the toy shop? It definitely wasn't a part of the original floor plan for the building. Before Damian could try to think of a way out of this, she felt her lips moving on their own. The game had forced her to speak prescripted dialogue because she failed to interact with the NPC.
"Eddie, honey, if you're jealous we can talk about it. Just undo these binds and I'll show you what you've been missing..." she batted her eyes at him.
"That-" Riddler glanced over his shoulder, obviously flustered.
"That isn't going to work! Not this time! You tried to break in here and steal from me, Selina! Again! How am I supposed to focus on proving to the Batman and the rest of the world that I have a far superior intellect if you are distracting me? Hitting my safehouses? It's bad enough I have to worry about the Joker and his Insane Clown Posse rejects foiling my plans."
"What's the Joker have to do with anything?" Damian spoke of her own accord this time.
"He's afraid that I will upstage him! That has to be it! That lunatic can't stand the spotlight not being on him for even a tenth of a second! So here's the deal..." He held the sides of Damian's chair as he came closer.
"I'm going to lure the Batman here to save you just like he always does. Then once he is here he will have no choice but to solve my riddles."
"Why wouldn't he just take me and leave?"
"Oh, the bomb collar strapped to your neck. I almost forgot!"
He gestured to Damian's neck.
"You try to remove it, boom. You alert the police, boom. You try to warn Batman, boom. You defy me in ANY WAY, BOOM!"
This man has the audacity to call the Joker insane?
"Eddie..."
Selina's programming kicked in.
"Don't you try and talk me out of this, woman! If Batman is unable to save you, that would prove to be most unfortunate for the both of you. However, if and I mean if he manages to save you, then perhaps we could go out sometime? Marinate on that while you sit here."
Riddler turned to see himself out via the lift and left Damian to sit there thinking of a way out of this.
What happened next?
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