Asami, intrigued by the apparent gullibility of Americans after her recent trip to Texas, returns to the United States and this time visits Texas to find it a wasteland and finds herself meeting with a woman named Cherry who has survived whatever catastrophe has struck the state.

Asami is respectful and reserved in the Japanese fashion and earns Cherry’s trust. Eventually, she offers to take Cherry to Japan and offer her lodging until she can get on her feet there, away from all of the mess that is now Texas. Cherry gladly accepts and the two board a JAL flight to Tokyo, first class.

Upon arrival they take a taxi to Asami’s apartment (her victims are carefully hidden in sound-proofed trunks and other, assorted small, but effective devices, leaving outside observers completely ignorant of the horrible torture chamber which they have entered.

Cherry, calmed by the incredible kindness and graciousness of her hostess, calms herself with some tea and sits on the tatami mats which cover the floor of Asami’s apartment. Asami suggests they have some tea and Cherry, calmed by the consideration and care of her hostess, has built up enough trust to allow herself to consume some tea and so she gladly accepts.

Asami, as many may guess has a syringe of GHB hidden in her clothing, suspecting that her new guest may want to switch glasses to assuage whatever left over paranoia she has. She brings out and presents the tea and, just as Asami expected she would, asks for Asami’s cup of tea in exchange for the cup offered to her. Asami feigns slight offense, but acquiesces to the request and waits for an opportunity to pull out her syringe and squirt the GHB into the cup Cherry has accepted.

Unused to unsweetened tea, Cherry requests some sugar and Asami tells her it is in the kitchen on the counter. When Cherry leaves, Asami squirts the GHB into Cherry’s tea quickly and then uses the syringe to quickly stir it in (though since it’s colorless, odorless and tasteless, this may not even be necessary). Cherry returns and the two enjoy their tea until Cherry begins to feel tired and asks to be shown where she will sleep.

Asami brings her to her guest room, pulls out the traditional futon and bed linens and Cherry lies down and falls asleep.

Creeping into the room after the GHB has taken its effect, Asami injects Cherry with a strong sedative that is long-lasting and paralyzes her muscles, but leaves her nerve endings and consciousness in full awareness.

Asami uses the time with the GHB to restrain Cherry on a table with an elaborate series of ropes fashioned from barbed wire, which she tightens enough to leave ligature marks on Cherry. Cherry is now completely immobile and even if she somehow moves, it will only cause her greater pain by the barbed wire digging into her flesh.

Asami prepares her instruments and awaits Cherry’s awakening. After several hours this occurs and Cherry, confused and terrified, exclaims to Asami that there must be an intruder in the apartment and that she must help her!

Asami tells her in a soothing, but malevolent voice that there is no intruder; in fact, she has fallen into an elaborate trap and will now suffer what can only be described as death, literally by torture. “There will be no quick death for you,” she says, “and you will not simply be modified and stored like my slaves; instead I will simply torture you until you pass out from the pain, wait for you to awaken and repeat the process until you are dead.”

The first of the torture devices Asami brings removes the skin from Cherry’s feet, ankles and calves in what can only be described as a peeling and tearing fashion. Cherry screams in agony as the muscle, tendons and bone of her lower legs and feet is exposed to the air. Asami then brings out her belt sander and beginning with the bottoms of Cherry’s feet, begins to sand through the flesh of her feet, removing millimeter by millimeter the raw, exposed flesh until she
reaches Cherry’s knees.

Noting the blood loss, Asami brings in an IV filled with a blood type universally accepted by humans of all types and injects this while using a blowtorch every once in a while to seal off the bleeding areas and ensure not too much blood is lost that Cherry will die. Once the sanders reaches Cherry’s knees, she is long since passed out from the pain, so Asami bides her time and applies tourniquets to the portion of the leg above the knee to prevent any more loss of blood.

When Cherry awakens, Asami says she has always wanted to experiment with her tools in ways that would be too damaging or fatal to her slaves, so she will try them on Cherry instead.

She applies a water-based gelled lubricant to Cherry’s lips, nose and eyes and eyelids and tells her, “Do you know what happens when lye reacts with water?” The movie Fight Club long since engraining this into pop culture knowledge, Cherry is terrified beyond belief and begins praying for death.

Meanwhile, Asami applies enough lye to cover each of the gelled spots while wearing heavy gloves and the horror of chemical burns to some of the most moist and sensitive parts of Cherry’s body begins. Screaming in abject terror Cherry begins to resemble something from Tales from the Crypt or even the tar man from Return of Living Dead, lost without a nose or lips to cover her teeth, she looks like a living, breathing skull.

It is obvious when the lye reaction reaches the eyes and at this point the pain is so unbearable Cherry lets out her most fervent cry for help. The walls of the apartment being thoroughly sound-proofed, this accomplishes nothing and Cherry pours a liquid lye onto the eyeballs, waiting for them to burst open and cause a massive chemical burn which will drill through the eyes, their sockets, the nerves and into the brain matter. While this is happening she decides that she might as well begin getting rid of the evidence, so she douses Cherry with water and then applies vigorous amounts of powdered lye all over the body, which sticks to the water and begins to burn away the flesh.

Screaming and writhing as her eyeballs burst the plan goes into action, Cherry can’t help but wonder if her life would’ve been better off had she died in Texas. She fades on that memory as the lye covering her body produces an unimaginable pain and the lye in her eyes finally reaches into her brain causing her to fall unconscious and when it reaches the brain stem, dead.

Asami reviews her work and then raises the walls of the custom-built table to which Cherry is attached, adding waterproof and corrosion-resistant corners to provide a bathtub of sorts. She fills it with an acid and waits for the remains of this petulant Texan to dissolve. After that, Cherry’s body will be cast away by simply being flushed down the toilet and ending up at one of Tokyo’s many waste treatment plants where the workers think nothing of organic matter and lye flowing into their treatment pits.

Cherry is gone in life and body and Asami has claimed another victim in her sadistic adventures through the world of horror and pain the likes of which have not been seen since the Marquis de Sade’s ventures in France.

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Asami thought she had found her next perfect target…

Having grown bored with tending to malformed, tongueless troglodytes in potato sacks, she’d made the decision to take a vacation. Money wasn’t a problem, but boredom was, and America is nothing if not a cure for boredom. So off she went – first Seattle, then San Francisco, San Diego and so on, making her way south and east across the United States. Sure, there were killings here and there (someone’s gotta pay the bills, right?), but it had all grown so mundane.

Traversing across Texas, she was famished, and this was a hunger no vomit could cure. Stopping at a local, podunk truck stop, she found the man she just might have been looking for all these years. Short, dark-haired, troubled and taking nothing from no one, El Wray was, in many ways, just like her. In her broken English, she asked him to pass the hot sauce – after catching the glimmer in his eyes as he passed the Tabasco, they both knew that love was on the menu. The only problem? It was written in English. This proved a minor obstacle as they both soon dove headfirst into Rosetta Stone tapes all about the International Language…

Unfortunately, there was no translation for “another woman” in that language. As they rested after a rousing roll in the hay, El Wray searched for the right way to tell this pixie that his heart already belonged to another. As it turned out, that glimmer in Wray’s eye was just hot sauce.

Asami sat there, broken into a million pieces for the thousandth time. She was emotionally paralyzed, though she knew that that motionless feeling would soon be transferred to someone else. She let Wray leave…for now.

It didn’t take long for her to track him, or to ascertain to whom his heart belonged. A uni-legged stripper. Perfect – half the work was already done for Asami. She knew that the best way to inflict pain on Wray (before turning the screws to him) was to knock that stump-legged stripper down a few pegs.

Cherry was working at a lesbian burlesque bar these days, so Asami strolled in one day to pay a visit to her favorite dancer. Fortunately, having lots of money and speaking little was a winning combination for Asami, as this only made the dancers more curious and interested. Cherry wanted those Benjamins bad (machine gun legs tend to cause a lot of stump infections, leading to numerous doctor visits), so she did her best to draw Asami out of her shell while emptying her coin purse. She had the bartender bring them over some drinks –

Big mistake, and just the one Asami was waiting for. Going straight to her wheelhouse, she slipped a sedative into Cherry’s drink, and in no time had dragged her into a ladies’ room stall for some “aggressive counseling.” She first sliced off three of Cherry’s fingers and her nose. Then a breast. Flush. A couple toes here, an ear there. Flush. Just one problem – over the years, Cherry had built up an immunity to iocane powder. Pained as she was, she awoke and kicked the scrawny Asami clean off her, knocking her out in the process. In no shape to battle and fearful that Asami would wake, she tore out of the bar and headed for her car and home.

It was there that Wray saw what a monster Asami had turned Cherry into. However, where some might have seen a monster, El Wray only saw beauty and opportunity. As Cherry passed out, Wray tended to her wounds…

It was only when Cherry awoke that she realized the genius that was El Wray. Sure, she knew of his philandering ways, but only a brilliant mastermind could take a one-legged, no-nosed, one-eared, one-breasted, seven-fingered, eight-toed beast of a woman and turn her into a machine-gun legged, dagger-fingered, grenade-eared, dynamite-breasted, brass-knuckle-toed superkiller.

Asami didn’t stand a chance…

Asami, having returned to Japan, and having resumed her life, now with her newly deformed slave, brings her slave harem to three: two men and one woman. She finds out about a new powerful female who is trying to usurp her power: Baby Firefly.

Asami flies first class in her finest clothing, packed like the princess that she is, and flies to the nearest international airport in Texas near the backwoods group of which Baby Firefly is said to be a part.

Asami decides the best introduction would be what she had shipped ahead of her: the mangled, tortured body of Catwoman, shipped via a questionable courier who also deals in illegal organs and other such, unspeakable things. Catwoman has been shipped via freighter and in a coffin with only an intravenous drip to keep her from dehydration and the most extreme versions of starvation, but save for that, she is kept comatose and, as a result, when the hicks open the box it’s a mess of rot, stench, and sloth like something out of David Fincher’s Se7en, if a bit wetter and more… full of texture.

Asami, unseen for the commotion surrounding the opening of the coffin containing the nearly dead Catwoman, arrives via limousine driven by a Yakuza-connected driver who knows to mind his business if he doesn’t want to end up as part of Asami’s collection.

Asami, ever prone to chemical and medicinal attacks, first lobs a dozen vials of an ether-based gaseous tranquilizer around the group, causing them all to fall into various states of unconsciousness. Having succeeded in her most important task, gaining control of her victim, she shackles the unconscious Baby Firefly and puts her into a specially-made box in the trunk of the limousine.

Before leaving, she approaches each member of the family and surgically removes something that is unseen by the camera, packing it all into sterile ice in an organ transport container, which she then also stores in the trunk.

She flies herself and her cargo, now on an IV drip of tranquilizers, back to Japan and returns to her apartment. She lets out her pet slaves and allows them to circle around the unpacked and unconscious body of Baby Firefly and stops the IV drip.

Restrained quite thoroughly, when Baby Firefly awakens, she is unable to move, but is surrounded by two very badly maimed-looking Asian gentleman and one very dangerous looking Asian woman. The woman brings over a box with biohazard symbols on it and opens it.

She then pulls out hands, feet, genitals, eyes, lips and various other little tidbits and explains where she came by them: she cut them off of the bodies of her family members. She forces Baby Firefly to watch her slaves salve their hunger on the disgusting body parts. Baby Firefly is irate, but impotent. For the first time, she is not in control and she fears the worst. She knows this is what her victims must have felt when she was doing to them her horrible things.

When the slaves have had their fill, Asami says: “Normally, I would also make a slave out of you and you would join my harem, but in this case, this is an unacceptable solution. Instead, below your feet there is a wire, razor sharp, stretched tight, that will travel down tracks on either side of you rather like a knife-train and make a very precise, very slow, and very thorough slice through your body-length: from head to toe. With any luck, due to the extreme precision of the blade and machinery, you will remain alive and conscious throughout the procedure, able to feel the pain and know what is happening.”

Asami then flips a switch and the sound of a very well-made and expensive Japanese motor engages. Baby Firefly feels the pain of the knife-wire as it contacts and slices through the soles of her feet and legs. She is bleeding and in pain as the blade moves slowly up her body and when it finally finishes its job, by some miracle, it seems she is still conscious, but in a great deal of pain and in danger of passing out from blood loss.

Asami stands and looks her in the eyes as she says, “And now, I will simply slow your halves apart and give the top half of your body to one of my slaves and the bottom to the other to eat. You will feel an abruptness here as your brain, heart, and nerves, if still connected, are now slid apart, greased by the blood of the wire-knife slices. Good bye.”

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By Wayward Jam from Reel Whore.

Here is filthy. Here is dark. But where here is, she’s unsure. Asami looks down to discover her pristine white dress and leather apron gone, her body naked. She tries to move but she finds that she has been strapped to a large wooden X. The pounding in her head only worsens as a familiar shrill voice shouts above the rock music blaring from the speakers.

“The China princess is awake!” Baby crosses the room and slaps Asami on the hip, leaving a bright red mark. “What’s your name, darling?” Asami doesn’t answer. Baby slaps her face hard. “What’s your goddamn name!” Asami still doesn’t answer. A wild look enters Baby’s eyes and she storms away. She returns, a rusty hunting knife in hand, the blade glowing orange. Baby caresses Asami’s right thigh, squeezing tightly on two long burn marks. “Looks like someone’s chopsticks got to close to your sushi, hahahahaha!” Already, Asami wishes she could cut Baby’s tongue out to silence her girlish giggle. “I know you speaka Engrish, so fucking answer me, or I’ll give you a matching scar when I fillet that fish!”

Reluctantly she answers, “Asami.”

“There, there Assayme, that didn’t hurt too fucking bad, did it?” Abruptly Baby digs the hot blade into Asami’s other thigh, rolling it back and forth. “That hurts like a mother-fucker, don’t it?” Baby walks away and tosses the knife back in the fire, returning with a fireplace shovel. To the beat of the music, Baby slaps the scalding metal against Asami’s supple stomach. The smell of burning flesh fills the room as Baby swishes her curly locks to her drum rhythm. Asami tries to suppress a scream, but her throbbing skull sends her back into darkness.

Asami awakens to find herself huddled inside a small cage in the middle of a field. She’s been dressed in a rabbit costume that stinks of urine, sweat and blood. The smell is almost overwhelming. Baby stands outside the cage.

“Wakey wakey. Is Assayme ready to come out and play?” Baby prattles on and on about hide and seek, and how much fun this’ll be. Asami ignores her, frantically looking for a weapon that she can wield in her battered condition. She sees nothing of use, but spots a forested area just across the field. If she can just make it into cover she may be able to hide from this deranged woman under the darkness of night.

Baby opens the latch on the shoddy cage. “Run, Rabbit, Run! Hahahaha! Run, Rabbit, Run!” Asami scrambles out of the cage and onto her feet. She can hardly wait to be away from that hideous laugh. Asami takes off. Baby’s chanting and laughing abruptly ends, “Wait! Wait!” Asami doesn’t slow until a gunshot rings through the air. The deafening sound causes her to stumble. She rolls over to find Baby skipping to within feet of her.

“I’m so silly, Assayme. Rabbits don’t run. They hop!” BANG! Asami shrieks as the bullet tears into her shin, splitting the bone.

“Hahahaha! Now hop away little rabbit. Hippity-hoppity! Hippity-hoppity! Baby’s on her way! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Asami tries to stand and collapses in agony. Dragging her leg along, she inches toward the safety of the woods. Baby kicks her hard in the back. Asami crashes to the ground.

Baby pouts. “You hop for shit, ya know that? I thought you’d be more fun.”

Asami slides on her back towards the woods, never taking her eyes off the crazed blonde. Baby quickly straddles her, and drops her knees onto Asami’s chest. Crack. Asami screams in pain.

“Oooh, I did bring one of your toys out to play,” says Baby, producing a long thread of wire. “Now let’s see if I remember how you were using this on my Daddy.” She wraps the wire around Asami’s neck. Asami claws at Baby, but the weight on her chest keeps her from gaining leverage. Asami chokes as the wire tightens around her throat.

“Before you can skin a rabbit, you gotta cut off her fucking head! Hahahaha!” With one end of the wire in each hand, she begins to sway back and forth as she chants some sort of nursery rhyme about bunnies. Asami, gasping for air, feels the bite of her garrote and the warmth of her blood as it spills down her neck and sprays against her jaw. Giggling, Baby saws faster. Asami tries to scream, but the wire has already sliced through her larynx. America turned out to be a little more challenging than expected.

Asami arranges a peaceable meeting in Los Angeles with Catwoman, ostensibly to discuss the male dominance of heroism in popular culture. Once there, Asami uses her signature move of subtly drugging Catwoman’s drink.

Catwoman awakens in Asami’s Japanese-decor dungeon, which she has had transported from Japan to Los Angeles, complete with her now two captive and mutilated slave-monsters: one a vomit-eating, burlap-sack stored record executive who has had both feet, his tongue, one ear, and seven fingers. He hungrily crawls from the bag and consumes the vomit.

Ayoma, her last victim, is now brought into the view of the sedated and helpless Catwoman who she injects with a secondary dosage of medication which leaves her muscles paralyzed, but her nerves completely functional, especially the pain receptors.

Since we last saw him with Asami, Ayoma is now permanently scarred on the chest from having needles driven in and moved about; likewise his eyelids are so permanently damaged by needle damage it is unlikely he is able to properly see anymore. With the assumption that Ayoma’s son has not saved him from Asami (else this conflict could not happen), both of Ayoma’s amputated feet are now in Catwoman’s view.

Paralyzed and unable to do anything but be terrified, Asami begins torturing and mutilating her in much the same manner, having won her battle with Catwoman well before any actual combat has taken place through a combination of deception and two sets of druggings and now sets about her sadistic torture of Catwoman into something more akin to a mutilated pet than a foe to ever challenge her again.

I think I should have selected a less fucked-up character, but I think being based so strongly on the movie should ensure that Catwoman’s weakness of seeking out other women to help her fight men and Asami’s exploitation of that makes this a decisive victory for Asami.

She was once the lowly executive assistant – secretary – to a wealthy businessman. But after discovering some crucial business information that threatened to ruin Max Shreck, the life of Selina Kyle was pushed to an abrupt end. Or so it seemed. Her fatal fall from a skyscraper ended her life as a lonely, single woman and gave her a new one with a feisty, double personality. After being revived by mysterious street cats, she awoke and became…

…Catwoman!

Now gifted with a new lease on life, Selina Kyle prowls the rooftops of the Gotham City as Catwoman – feline femme fatale – seeking to right wrongs, fighting on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves – albeit in her own twisted way. Armed with nine lives, sharp (homemade) claws, lethal martial arts skills, an unleashed psychosis and a whip, she lashes out at those who would do evil in her eyes with the fierceness and agility of a cat.

Tonight, she stalks the city like a feline on a hunt. Seeking to bring justice where needed, she jumps from one rooftop to the next, swings from building to building using her lariat whip. As she lands on her high-heeled feet on one of the tall buildings of the metropolis, she peers into the night and sees an apartment window. At first the scenario seems that of an arguing couple. Then she draws closer. She sees what seems to be a scuffle between a couple. She draws even closer. Much closer. Until she sees that the struggle has led the man to seemingly push the woman back to the edge of the apartment’s terrace.

“Ah, a damsel in distress,” Catwoman thought. “These bimbos always make it easy for some Batman to come and rescue them! But not tonight. This is my watch!”

She swings her way to the terrace, on a mission to rescue the woman. Upon landing on the balcony, Catwoman notices that the man is bloodied, with one foot cut off, and the woman – an Oriental – was wearing an apron and arm-length gloves made of leather.

“Hmmm… a woman after my own heart!” Selina thought, comparing the apron to her own skin-tight leather costume.

As she stepped into the balcony, the Oriental woman – she would later know her as Asami Yamazaki – kicks the bleeding man in the groin, then pushes him to the ground. The man is writhing in pain – obviously – and starts to crawl away from Asami.

“Am I interrupting something?” Catwoman purred, while she coils the whip around her body.

“!@#$ %^&*&^ %$#@@! {}|+_$% #@ $$?:>.” The Asian woman speaks angrily in a language that Selina has heard once before in one of the meetings Max Shreck had with corporate types. She recognized it as Japanese. She has learned a few words and phrases of it herself.

“Hmmm… an import. You’re a long way from home, gaijin!”

Asami casts a very sharp dagger look toward Catwoman while taking out a syringe from her apron. The Asian throws it towards Selina like a dart, but Catwoman avoids the needle instinctively and effectively by doing a back flip, landing on the railings of the balcony.

“You’ll have to better than that!” Catwoman says, as she prepares to pounce on the Asami.

Selina noticed that the Oriental has taken out a piece of wire and flaunted it before her, spreading it with both her hands.

“Oh! What are you gonna do? Floss me to death?” Catwoman whimsically quips.

Asami then bends down to the wounded man and wraps the wire around his neck. Not wanting to let this evil to be perpetrated, Catwoman undoes the lariat whip coiled around her body and lashes at Asami.

“Thwack!” goes her whip, hitting Asami’s right arm, loosening the grip on the piece of wire.

“And that’s just a warning! I won’t be as merciful the next time!” Selina hisses!

Furious, the Asian girl gets up, produces a knife from her apron and heads towards Selina. Still on the railing of the balcony, Catwoman lets out another crack of her whip, this time disarming Yamazaki, her knife falling to the floor. This does not deter the Asami, but instead she gets even closer to her opponent.

As the Asian gets closer, Catwoman leaps off the railing, flips through the air and lands behind Asami. As Selina lands, the next thing she sees is a fist coming to her face.

“Bam!”

Catwoman staggers back, surprised by the power of her enemy’s fist. She didn’t see that one coming. She shakes her head from the disorienting blow. Asami wasted no time and attacks her. Selina finally lets loose her fury and gives her enemy a spin kick, throwing Asami to the floor.

The Asian attempts to get up but is pushed back to the floor by Catwoman’s high-heeled left foot.

“Stay down, witch! You’ve done enough menace on this man… And to think I came here to rescue you! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t touch you to scratch you…”

Just as Catwoman was bending over to grab the Asian by the hair, she suddenly felt a stinging pain on her leg.

“What…?” she exclaims in surprise. Selina looks down and sees a needle jabbed by Asami on her right leg. Just then, she starts to feel numb from her leg up. Catwoman starts to lose her balance, then falls to the floor. Asami had injected her with a paralyzing agent, which renders the body motionless but still pervious to pain.

With Catwoman now lying motionless on the floor, Asami rises up and stands up above her, looking down on her with vengeful, hateful eyes. She bends down and grabs Selina by the ankles and brings her numb body into the apartment’s kitchen. Once inside, the Oriental opens one of the kitchen drawers and takes out a paring knife and a carving knife. She places them just beside Catwoman’s head. Asami then proceeds to the bedroom and brings out a burlap sack and a satchel full of more syringes.

With her operating equipment ready and Catwoman still motionless on the floor, Yamazaki bends down beside her prey and picks up the carving knife. She takes the knife to Selina’s face, pointing it toward her left eye. Then to her right eye. Perhaps choosing which eye to inflict pain on first. Asami lifts the mask from Catwoman’s face and pries the rest of it with the knife. She slices through the left eye hole of the mask. The Oriental is ecstatic.

She then grazes Selina’s face with the tip of the knife, leaving a wound that looked like a path of a teardrop from her left cheek down to her chin. Catwoman tries to writhe in pain but her body is still numb from the paralyzing agent injected into her veins.

Asami seems to be enjoying herself as she tortures her enemy slowly, playfully. She reaches for her satchel of needles and prepares to inflict even more pain on Catwoman. Asami chooses the syringe with the longest needle and takes it out of the satchel. She then points it at Selina’s left eye. She has chosen her next target for pain infliction.

Preparing to jab the needle deep into her enemy’s left eye, Asami raises the syringe up in the air. She thrusts the needle down but finds that a hand has prevented her from inflicting damage.

“In case you didn’t know: I still have one life left!” Catwoman slyly says to a shocked Asami, who is bewildered as to how her victim defied the effects of the paralyzing agent.

As Selina pushes back her opponent’s arm with one hand, she takes her other clawed hand and swings it across Asami’s porcelain toned face, leaving gashes all over her visage. This causes the torturer to scream in pain and back away from Catwoman.

Both females get up from the floor. Both knowing one has to kill the other.

Catwoman goes for her whip left behind near the balcony area. Asami goes for the carving knife on the floor. Catwoman lashes her whip out toward her opponent. Asami dodges the tip of the lariat by mere inches and throws the knife at Selina, who manages to avoid it with her feline agility.

As the Asian charges toward her, Catwoman stops her at her tracks with a series of high kicks – first to the opponent’s stomach, then to her chest, then to her face. And, as is that wasn’t enough, she rabidly lets out the rest of her claws and scratches Asami all over her body like she was Selina’s scratching post. The Asian is by now bloodied and wounded all over, but Catwoman isn’t done yet.

She grabs Asami by the hair and leads her to the balcony.

“Now, let’s see how many lives you have!”

Catwoman throws here enemy off the balcony.

“I am Catwoman. Hear me roar!”