For her first adventure, Catwoman was hoping it would be a bit more challenging. The robbers had turned off the security system so getting in from the back door was next to nothing. The only thing that happened that, okay it didn’t surprise her but it happened; was someone was patrolling the hallways to make sure no one, like her broke in. The robbers must have shut off the power to try to access the volt easier because the hallways were dark, which made her move through the hallway a lot easier; within moments, she had the man hog-tied and gagged by his own sock. Oh yes, she was good. 

By the way Catwoman made her way to the hostage area she was able to hear Spider-Man’s sarcastic and playfulness. How did she not catch it was Peter was beyond her but hey, it happens. His quickness with bullets was still impressive and as people began to attempt to give Spider-Man a run for his money, Catwoman used the moment to slip behind the desk near the hostages. 

At first they were startled by the sudden appearance of the figure but soon understood what was happening. In the commotion she used a whip to pull the knocked over tables alongside each other to create a pathway leading towards the exit door. Her physical instructions told them to keep their heads forward and watch the fight while she worked. The ten people followed her directions, keeping their eyes on chaos in front of them as Catwoman worked. Between the noise of the gunfire, the shouting of the men and the shouting of Spider-Man; the tables moving were unnoticeable. The people filed out quickly, crawling on their hands and knees the ten adults moved quickly and Catwoman stayed in her place listening for any changes. 

Something did change and she caught on instantly. A single set of feet turned to see the tables and began to walk over; but he was disarmed and she knew that because he began to fumble in his pockets looking for a knife. “The fucking hostages are getting away!” He shouted as he arrived to the turned over table.

Catwoman sprang up with ease and caused the robber to jump in surprise. “Language. There’s ladies in the room.” She said in a lecturing manner as he hesitated before pulling the switchblade out of his pocket. As he went into his pocket, she went forward, placing both hands onto his shoulders. He turned his upper body wanting to shake out of her hands; she spun him around and forced him downwards. The back of his head getting introduced to the aluminum bars holding the table together, his heart beat slowed and his breathing swallowed as an indicator to her senses that he was knocked out cold. 

She watched him fall to the ground in time to see one of the men point a gun in Spider-Man’s direction. She flicked out her whip and wrapped it around the gun, pulling it from the man’s hand with the force of the re-tracking whip and caught the gun in her gloved hands. She dropped the clip to the ground and kicked it off in one direction before dropping the gun to her feet. “Boys and their toys. Don’t you know it’s rude to point.”