Selina remained as calm as possible as she felt the blade grow closer to her neck, slightly breaking her skin. The man closed his eyes and blissfully sniffed her hair. He sighed in delight, alerting Selina that she had a brief moment to exploit his sick pleasure. She slowly leaned her head back towards him, embracing him sweetly enough to allow her to reach for her whip. With the other arm, she slowly lifted her hand up to the man's head. He rubbed his head against her back of her neck, still firmly holding the dagger to her throat. It was too late when the man noticed the whip in her hand. Selina thrusted her head into the man's jaw, freeing her from the dagger's grasp. She wrapped the whip around his neck and kicked him upside his head.The man snarled in disbelief at his misjudgement. She tightly pulled the whip, knowing this time she would not place him comfortably in his bedroom if he fell unconscious. The man spoke in a raspy voice as he struggled against the whip.
"Sorry, Kitten, but I've learned my lesson." The man began sawing at the whip with his dagger. Selina looked in horror upon the weakening whip. She heard the snap and backed away from the man. He stood up feeling proud of his stunt. She hissed at him as he backed her into a corner. He fiercely punched her skull causing her to fall to the ground. She shook her head before noticing that he was reaching his hand out to her. His face now carried a look of kindness, but it was nothing more than a façade.
"My poor dear, you try so hard...can't you see?" He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him in a daze, briefly remembering Bruce's comforting smile.
"We're meant for each other." The man continued to smile as his grasp on Selina's shoudler grew tighter. The trail of flesh on her shoulder that the bullet had torn through was still fresh. She screamed in pain as he dug his fingers into her flesh. Blood was now dripping from her lips as she looked fiercely into the man's eyes. She reached up to scratch the man, though her attempt was pathetic, she urged herself not to think of the pain and only to taste vengeance. The man snickered at Selina.
"Now what was that you were saying about power?" He raised his hand over her head. Selina raised her arm in fear to protect herself, something she rarely did.
"Selina, I don't want to hurt you.." She looked up at the man in distrust. He reach out his hand to her. "Come now, stop fighting it." She turned her head away from the smiling face she once trusted. "...Well?" The man obviously didn't know her as well as he thought he did. She stood up and roared at the man as she tore into his chest. He fell to the ground in a state of hysterical laughter. She lied on top of him, continuing to tear her claws into his flesh. She just wanted the laughter to stop.
"Selina, my love, your fighting skills are strong..." She felt the intense sharp pain in her abdomen.
"...But your intelligence? A bit on the weak side." He plunged the dagger deeper into her side. He felt her warm blood seep into his costume. She coughed as her eyes rolled back into the state of pain which seemed infinate. The blood cotinued to flow from her mouth. Selina's body went limp. The man stayed on the ground, enjoying the moment. He stroked her head as if she were a lost child and held her body close to his.
"Such a foolish girl..." The man stood up and watched the pool of blood grow larger around selina's body. He was so lost in this moment, he did not notice the hero standing behind him.