As usual, it was a dark night in Gotham city. Thankfully it wasn't storming, which was a nice change. Barbara Gordon had gotten tired of the constant downpour that had seemingly plagued Gotham for several days. She would have been patrolling as Batgirl even if the bad weather had continued, but the calmness of the skies certainly made her job easier.
She turned her head as she heard a crash from the alley she was standing over. Looking down, she couldn't see anything. I'd better go check it out, she thought to herself, jumping down. She silently landed on the ground near the wall. She noticed a man stumbling around. He tripped, falling on his face. He got back up, muttering something under his breath. A drunk. Of course. Barbara couldn't just stand by and not help him, though. She walked towards him, being very careful to survey her surroundings. Everything seemed clear as she approached the man. "Let's get you somewhere safe," she said to him. The man muttered something and nodded, stumbling towards her. She reached her hand out to help him, and that's where everything went wrong.
Barbara suddenly felt something tight wrap around her neck. Her head snapped back, and she stumbled backwards onto a figure that grabbed her arms and roughly twisted them behind her back. Something was wrapped around her wrists, and suddenly she couldn't move them. Next a leathery cord was shoved into her mouth, making it impossible for her to speak coherently. Her heart was racing, and she struggled against her bonds, but to no avail.
"Thank you sweety," came a soft, purring voice from behind Barbara. A chill went down her back as she recognized it. That voice belonged to Selena Kyle, Catwoman.
The man walked forward, and Selena handed him a stack of money. As he walked away, Selena leaned in to Barbara's ear. "Let's get going," she said. "We're going to have lots of fun with you."