So they've found themselves in a closet. A surprisingly spacious walk in, but still just a dark, crowded closet that smells a little like wet dog and old, funky gym socks. But at least it beats finding the room where Harley's got her pet hyenas locked up for the party. And what's best? They're alone.

More accustomed to the dark than Edward, Selina's quick to find him. The Riddler nearly jumps out of his skin when a hand reaches out of the darkness and grabs his rear end, but the soft lips at his neck help return him to his senses.

"Mrrrrow..." The Cat purrs against his throat.

Her hot breath sweeps along his collar bone, following the trail of chest hair to his scar again. Openimg his shirt, Selina places a kiss at the dot of the question mark, the spot where the Joker had shot him several years back. The rest he'd carved himself, though he's not really sure why. Maybe he thought it was the appropriate thing to do at the time. Rather than become yet another statistic, marked as one of that crazy clown's victims, Edward chose to pick himself up and make something more of himself. He turned a symbol of his loss into one of survival. Not to mention, chicks dig scars. Or so he's been led to believe. Honestly, he hasn't had all that much luck in that department. Being a costumed criminal with his face on heavy rotation with all the major news outlets doesn't exactly leave him open for very many options. And it's not like there's a Tinder for villains, or anything.

"Where were we?" Selina smiles in the dark.

"I believe somewhere around here..."

With a devilish grin, the Riddler picks right up where they'd left off. Beginning with her breasts again, he lays a trail of kisses across her bosom in the shape of a question mark, just the same as his. A perfect match.

Removing one lovely breast from the confines of its padded prison, Edward sets to lavishing it with the utmost attention. His twisted tongue swirls around her plump nipple, eliciting the most exquisite sounds as he sucks and kisses at her supple flesh.

"What does every woman have that starts with a 'V' that she can use to get whatever she wants?" The Riddler inquires.

Returning to her lips, Edward swallows her soft moans in his kiss. He lays his palm flat against Selina's thigh and slips his hand under her skirt again. Seeking the warmth between her legs, his indecisive fingers dance at the edge of her lace panties, unsure whether or not it's safe to proceed any further. On the one hand, if he plays his cards right, Edward might just get lucky. But the other hand reminds him that the fickle feline could very well stick him with her claws again. Honestly, his odds could go either way, but in the end, his impulses will always win out.

"What's the difference between sex and air?" The Riddler rasps as his fingers dive inside her slick folds.

It's no surprise, Edward's always had a bloated ego. But all her satisfying mewls and moans makes his head swell like nothing he's ever known before. Selina makes it hard for him to think straight. Hard to concentrate. Hard to imagine that up until a couple hours ago, they were both bitter enemies. Well, maybe not bitter, exactly. But they didn't like each other very much.

"One more riddle out of you and I swear I'll rip the tongue right out of your head and shove it down your throat, Eddie." Panting, Selina offers a reply.

"Fair enough."

As an engineering genius, Edward prides himself on being good with his hands. Give him a bundle of wires, some scrap metal, a couple circuit boards and a handful of tools and he can work some real magic. But when it comes to women... While their design specs seem simple enough on paper, his research has often times yielded less than stellar results. And yet, despite her idle threats, the way he's got Selina's engine purring, maybe he's not so bad at this after all.

Eager to play, the Cat makes quick work of his belt buckle. Edward's whole body jerks forward as Selina yanks the belt free of the loops and tosses it in the corner where it'll likely become a new chew toy to one of Harley's many prized pets. A button and fly later and the frisky feline steals her hand inside.

One gloved hand wraps around Eddie's goods, snatching up the whole sack of jewels. Which would be exciting if it weren't for the sudden thought of her claws again. There's nothing like the fear of castration to really kill the mood.

"Nope. Nope. No. Sorry, kitten, but that's not a scratching post you've got there." More alarmed than aroused, Edward gulps at the idea. "Below the belt is a no glove zone."

Although he can't see her all that well, Edward can practically feel Selina grinning. He knows she is.

"Why, Eddie, don't you trust me?" She taunts him playfully, his pride still firm in the palm of her hand.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" He chuckles nervously.

A thief through and through, the Catwoman is never without gloves of some sort or fashion, making her the Riddler's complete polar opposite. Whereas Selina never leaves a trace of her involvement, Edward likes to advertise to the world with his own brand of riddles and clues. The bigger the billboard, the better. Still, the Cat obliges him this one request and declaws herself for his own peace of mind and protection.

"Happy?" Gloves off, Selina returns her hand to his fully engorged manhood.

"Much. Thank you, dear." Edward sighs in both relief and pleasure.

The feel of her skin against his is electric. Eyes rolled to the back of his head, a jolt shoots up his spine as she begins stroking at his inflated ego.

"You know, Eddie..." The Cat playfully purrs in his ear, sending a shiver through his body. "I always knew you were a tool, but I had no idea just how big."

Her word play is as good as foreplay to his ears. But the Catwoman has always had a wicked way with words. Her wit being one of the many things Edward has always found attractive.

"Keep it up with the puns and I might have to introduce you to my power drill." Edward banters. "Maybe even give you a good screw."

"Yeah, well, you must have a screw loose if you think I'm going to screw you." She laughs.

"I'm just screwing around." The Riddler teases in return. "But if you want me to screw off, just say the word and I'll stop."

Edward's been around long enough to learn a thing or two about the Catwoman. Selina's a tease, that's for damn sure. What she says and what she does aren't always in sync. A hero one day. A villain the next. The woman's a riddle. More so than your average breed. But one thing's for certain. Whatever course of action she chooses to take will always best benefit her the most. If Selina wants something, then Gotham be damned if she doesn't get it. The Cat always gets what she wants.

If Selina doesn't want to sleep with him, fine. Whatever. He's not going to force her. He's not that kind of criminal. But he's also not going to be led around by his dick all night in hopes of something that isn't going to pan out. Edward may be going through a bit of a dry spell, but he's not that desperate. It's better to cut his loses now before his feelings get involved. Or at least even more so than they are now.

Drawing one last little question mark between her thighs, Edward removes his hand from beneath her skirt and closes up shop, but to his surprise, Selina grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back towards her.

"Don't stop." Selina urges.

There's a hint of a growl in her tone that comes across sounding almost like a threat. But there's also something else. Something familiar. A want that Edward recognizes to be just as much the same as his own. She wants him. Selina actually wants him. Him. Even if she won't admit it in as many words. She wants him just as badly as he wants her. And Edward wants her badly.

If he didn't have a big head already... And then there's all those messy emotions again.

In his line of work Edward's become accustom to a great many things. Getting shot at, stabbed, blown up, tossed out a building (so many times), electrocuted, gassed, poisoned, beat senseless... The list goes on and on. What he's not used to, however, is this. Actually being wanted. And liked. Desired. Maybe even loved.

"So..." Pushing the hangers aside, Selina presses Edward up against the back of the coat closet. "About that power drill."