Once again, I, Catwoman, have tracked down a disheveled and out-of-shape Batman, dressed only in his underwear and cape after I had instructed him to disrobe. But before I indulge in more intimate activities, I have a score to settle with his protruding belly. I slip on the shoes he had admired before and subject him to a merciless trampling, heel first, while delivering harsh whips. The marks on his skin are a testament to my wrath, but his flabby belly remains, and his manhood is just as soft and useless as the rest of his body. However, I have plans to show him the power of a fully functional cock.