Catwoman folded her arms over her chest. ‘You met with Ivy…2 Face.’ I nodded again. ‘How did you know?’ She smiled. ‘Because The Batman’... been looking for you…and that little redheaded slut he hangs out with from time to time.’ I’d like to tell you that thought didn’t terrify the shit out of me, but you’d know I was lying. She continued, ‘He pumped me for information earlier. He implied you were trying to rescue her from Ivy.’ ‘…and Bane.’ I finished. ‘She had more to fear from Bane than anyone. Then again, you get chased, miss a lot of meals, get shot more than once, and see if you felt up to running hard.I’d taken the time to rig the dynamite into bombs, a sack of shells around each one. I had no idea if they would go off when the stick blew, but even unfired it would be a chunk of metal coming in fast.They were yellin’ at the miners, telling them to hurry up and make sure they grabbed their weapons. The first were just coming out when I tossed the dynamite. I mistimed by about three. So I punch him in the head with my right arm. He doesn’t get up or fight back. I see a lot of blood pooling in the alley under him. He’s making gasping noises as he tries to breathe. I think I might have damaged or even crushed his windpipe. I climb on his back and wrap my right arm around his neck and pull back. He grabs my forearm and starts squeezing it. I keep pulling back on his head. His finger nails start digging into my skin. [Do it. Do it. Do it.] The man is still making gurgling. "See, I knew you'd seen girls in their bras before." I point out."Not real girls." Well aren't the fake ones better? I mean they're bigger and rounder."He was silent. I just laid there as he played for a moment. I got a phone call from my friend so I got up and started for the stairs. Before I had reached them, I heard him whisper "yours are better....way better". And I continued to talk and walk as if I hadn't heard anything.An hour or so later I was laying on my bed scrolling through my.