Catwoman in a purple suit and Bane in a mask in a formal room, comic art style.

**Scene: “Uninvited Retribution”** *Wayne Manor, Late Evening* The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor was quiet, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Catwoman—Selina Kyle—stood before a gilded full-length mirror, straightening the collar of her sleek, violet bodysuit. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, black leather gloves reaching nearly to her elbows, and thigh-high boots completing the ensemble. Slender straps crisscrossed across her torso, accentuating every line of muscle honed from years of rooftop chases and museum heists. In one hand, she held a small compact mirror; in the other, a delicate glass of champagne. She flashed a wry grin to her reflection. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. “Even the Dark Knight would have trouble resisting this.” A soft click behind her made her blood run cold. She spun around, fist already reaching for her whip coiled at her hip. But it was too late. The door to the ballroom, usually locked tight, stood ajar. A hulking silhouette filled the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in tactical harnesses and knee pads, the stranger’s face was hidden behind a black mask—its metal grille resembling ribs of steel. **Bane’s arrival was silent.** He stepped forward, each stride measured, as though the silent hush of the manor bowed to his presence. Catwoman’s heart hammered, but her mouth formed a defiant smirk. “Looking for me?” she said, her voice a sultry whisper that echoed slightly in the See more