The Queen of Gotham

[Ophaki]

Chapter 7

It was a dark and mysterious night in Gotham City.

The residential neighborhoods lay peacefully asleep, while absolute quietness reigned in the industrial quarters. Factories and offices were closed, as were shops and malls. The Bat-Signal stood tall in the cloudy sky, a symbol that some thief was still awake. However, the only area of the city that was truly active was the nightlife scene. Bars, pubs, and nightclubs attracted the younger population, gathering to dance, have fun, and spend a substantial amount of dollars that ended up in the pockets of wealthy owners.

Gotham's most renowned venue was the Iceberg Lounge, an elite nightclub run by one of the city's most prominent Bosses. On the top floor of this tall building was his luxurious office, and Selina Kyle was entering with determined steps, not through a window or the roof, but directly through the main door.

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, was seated on the opposite side of the dark desk, organizing stacks of money. As soon as he heard a knock on the door, he invited his guest to come in. "Go ahead! Come in!"

Selina walked into the room, dressed in tight black leather pants and a corset that only covered the front of her bust. She glanced around and then responded warmly, "Thank you!" and took a seat.

Penguin noticed the tension in the air and tried to reassure his guest. "Relax! I contacted you only to discuss business."

"I must admit, receiving your invitation surprised me," replied Selina, crossing her arms under her chest. The plump mounds bounced upward, distracting the boss from his arched nose. "Aren't you afraid I might take you out?"

Penguin grabbed a bottle and two glasses from the cart beside him. "Attacking someone who invited you is impolite and goes against the code of underworld honor. I trust you to maintain respect for our work and listen to what I have to say. Would you like some Martini?"

"No, thanks!" Selina replied, watching as he poured the alcoholic beverage into the crystal glass. "You're the last remaining Boss leading a serious organization. I hope this isn't a clumsy attempt to survive."

Oswald placed the glass on the desk, maintaining impeccable calm. "I lead hundreds of people. Since you started dismantling the competition, I've seen a surge in affiliations. My organization is the largest and most powerful in Gotham."

"It depends on what you mean by large and powerful," Catwoman raised her right leg, bringing it over her left knee with a sweeping gesture. The movement caused the tight black pants to crackle, and the boot sole traced a long arc in front of the boss's intrigued eyes. The imposing thigh displayed its full abundance, closing like a majestic hill falling into an impassable erotic valley. The perfectly circular profile of the buttock remained in plain sight, showcasing its spectacular density. The foot began to move up and down, as if keeping time in an extremely provocative manner, causing the explosion and resizing of the calf mass, which compressed against the other knee. Penguin's mind was captivated by all that sensuality. "Your new affiliates are nothing more than the leftovers from my selections. All competent individuals have been convinced to work for me, and I'm not just talking about pickpockets, burglars, or spies. Chemists, inventors, lawyers, and professionals in dozens of other fields are all under my control!"

Penguin snapped back to reality, getting annoyed by these insinuations. He slammed his hands on the desk in front of him and stood up. "Don't mock me! Competent subordinates cost a fortune. Explain how you plan to sustain all this without going bankrupt, and we can consider joining forces. We'll dominate Gotham City uncontested!"

Selina looked at him with amused eyes. "Join forces? I don't think you'll like my methods." Slowly, she spread her legs and stood up. The black platform boots she chose to wear for the meeting elevated her to an incredible height of almost 6'7". Oswald watched her grow taller and taller, towering majestically over his humble 5'2". He sat back intimidated.

"Let's see... for starters, I don't pay anyone!" Catwoman placed her hands on the desk, separating her from her interlocutor. "Everyone knows perfectly well that their earnings will come only with the successful completion of the heists they are involved in." She raised one knee and then the other on the desk, which creaked loudly. As erotic and sensual as it could be, Selina's muscular body had a considerable weight. Penguin silently observed her.

"No one can commit a crime without it being carefully examined, studied, and modified by my men. This way, I drastically increase the likelihood of success and eliminate the riffraff that tarnishes the name of us honest thieves." Selina began crawling on the table, like a sensual panther on the prowl. Her fake nails tapped on the wood with each step, while her deep green eyes hungrily surveyed the hypnotized prey.

Oswald was too focused on the enormous cleavage in front of him, which jiggled like overgrown pudding.

Selina approached the end of the desk, placing her palms exactly on the edge with fingers trailing along closed drawers. "Expenses for tools, materials, and professional payments are deducted from the loot, with a small percentage for the organization."

Catwoman leaned forward, lifting her torso and pushing her chest out, making her breasts appear larger. Penguin was wide-eyed, captivated by the sight of all that fragrant flesh. "Of course, I make no profit, but I prefer pulling off heists solo. I remain a lone cat!"

Selina brought her legs forward, sitting on the table, directly facing her opponent. "Once all the bosses are defeated or bow to me, I'll forbid anyone from private thefts. All must obtain my approval. Gotham's crime quality will skyrocket like never before!"

Catwoman's eyes gleamed with ambition. Oswald was excited and intimidated but he had to safeguard his interests. "This is all utopian. No one can control all of Gotham's underworld. Stop dreaming and get back to reality. If you don't ally with me, you'll be crushed."

Selina immediately grabbed his black tie, pulling him towards her. As Penguin approached, she struck the chair with her boot sole, sending it crashing against the back wall. He fell to his knees but remained suspended with his torso. The action was so fast it confused him. His face was inches from the center of the towering woman's legs, inhaling an intoxicating scent. He was so close to that unattainable place, he could almost touch it. But then, his tie started pulling him up.

He barely brushed Catwoman's black leather corset with his aquiline nose. He could feel every abdominal muscle's relief and the erotic electricity they emanated. He raised his eyes but couldn't see the buxom woman's face. Before him were only two immense mountains too large for that narrow dress.

Selina's boot rested on his buttocks, pushing him. His knees lost contact with the floor, lifting him rapidly until he hit his face between those vast fleshy orbs. His nose nestled in the cleavage, and his vision was momentarily obscured by the abundant soft skin. He felt in heaven. For a moment, his brain was transported to a soft and wonderful place where Gotham City's cynicism was just a distant memory.

Then Catwoman's black-gloved hand seized his chin, lifting him even higher, almost to face level. Her long fingers covered his face, and her claws pricked his skin. Green eyes penetrated him violently, bringing him back to reality. He sat comfortably on the inner boot, completely supported by the strength of her thighs. Catwoman's powerful body enveloped him from all sides, making him feel surrounded. Suddenly, he felt in danger.

"I can control whatever I want, and the only one at risk of being crushed here is you!" Selina said, starting to tighten her legs.

Penguin felt the pressure rise, along with his fear. There was no more humiliating end for a man of his caliber. He tried in vain to reach his umbrella-gun, but it was too far on the ground. He began to sweat cold, shamefully powerless in the hands of his adversary. Then, Selina pushed him backward, making him roll on the floor clumsily.

"What the hell did you do to me? Did you use Poison Ivy's silly pheromones?" The Boss asked, getting up awkwardly.

"I don't need that stuff to subdue a man. My body is enough!" Catwoman descended from the desk and headed towards the exit. "By the way, consider your offer rejected. I won't ally with someone I can destroy at will."

Penguin grabbed his umbrella and aimed it at the woman. Selina looked at him and reached for her whip, attached to her side. "Do you really think you can hit me?" she challenged.

"Maybe not, but don't think I haven't taken precautions!" Oswald replied, and immediately a red dot appeared on Catwoman's chest. "There's a sniper targeting you. He's the best, and he won't miss. Make a wrong move, and he'll shoot!"

Selina observed the laser sight and then gave a disgusted look to the man in front of her. "Weren't you the one talking about a code of honor?" she asked, annoyed.

"To hell with the code of honor!" he responded immediately. "You've never followed the rules, so it doesn't concern you. I was willing to cooperate with you, but you wasted your chance. You've always been too arrogant, and now you'll pay the consequences!"

Catwoman looked at him pityingly for a couple of seconds, then smiled and burst into laughter. "HAHAHA! You men have many flaws, but you always remain amusing. Your problem is that you never listen when a woman talks." Suddenly, the red light disappeared from Selina's skin. Penguin widened his eyes in confusion.

"I told you that all competent people are under my control, and your sniper is no exception!" Catwoman continued. "My plan to destroy you started long before you realized the danger. I contacted and convinced all your top subordinates to turn their backs on you without you noticing. Corrupting them was child's play. Even the most loyal ones didn't last more than 5 minutes with my arguments, and when you're gone, they'll be forced to accept my rules if they want to keep working."

Oswald was red with anger. Famous for manipulations and perfect planning, being deceived like this made him feel extremely humiliated. Without further delay, he tried to press the trigger on his umbrella, but with a swift motion, Selina hit his hand with her whip before the shot could be fired. The umbrella began to spin in the air as Penguin clutched his injured fingers. He was disarmed and helpless, facing the complete superiority of his opponent.

He had no choice but to accept his defeat, but fate gave him an escape route. The umbrella, still spinning in mid-air, fell to the floor and accidentally discharged a shot. Immediately, Selina placed her hand on her abdomen and watched blood stain her fingers.

"Ahaha! It seems luck is not on your side. Until next time, Catwoman. I'll be back very soon, you can be sure of it!" The Boss took advantage of the distraction and rushed under his desk, pressing the quick escape button. A hatch opened beneath his feet, and he disappeared from view, while Catwoman fell to her knees, trying to stem the bleeding.

[Ophaki]

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[Sicod]

Very enjoyable!

[nickolai]

Really enjoying this.  Look forward to Selina to continue improving herself including her strength.

[Docta1]

Looking forward to seeing where this goes ...

[Jaguar]

This has been really excellent reading !

Thank you for all your hard work on this story Ophaki.

[Ophaki]

Chapter 8

It was a dark and mysterious night in Gotham City.

Selina had been injured by a stray bullet and was losing a significant amount of blood. After Penguin's escape, the security men of the Iceberg Lounge had attacked her, and she had managed to escape by a hair's breadth. She was weakening rapidly, and as soon as she reached the abandoned greenhouse, she saw Poison Ivy waiting for her at the entrance gate.

"It's really rare to see you return in such a state. Penguin must be a tough nut," exclaimed Pamela, genuinely surprised.

Selina leaned on her friend's shoulder, being supported as they entered the building. "He's a lucky man. This time he managed to escape, but it won't happen again. You have to heal me as soon as possible because I can't give him time to regroup."

"We'll see what I can do," replied the redhead, unfazed.

As they reached the medical room, Selina sensed something different about the scientist next to her, but she wasn't clear-headed enough to focus her attention. She had lost too much blood, and her only thought was to stay awake and, most importantly, alive. She lay down on a table and showed her injured part.

"I have good news and bad news," said Pamela, after thoroughly examining the wounded abdomen.

"Give me the bad news first," Selina replied, concerned.

"You're not bulletproof!"

"Fuck you! And the good news?"

"You're almost. Your thick abdominals protected your vital organs. A normal person would have died in your place."

Catwoman smiled and then, exhausted, she fainted.

She woke up the next evening and immediately observed her abdomen. Bent over the bullet hole, there was a flower resembling a purple bellflower dripping a yellowish liquid on her. Selina reached out her hand, but Poison Ivy's voice immediately warned her. "Don't touch it! It still needs to finish its process."

The brunette turned and saw the scientist sitting at a desk, writing notes in a notebook. "What is that?"

"A flower with extreme healing abilities. It releases a toxin that tricks the human body into increasing the regeneration process exponentially. You asked for speed, and I've granted it. Soon, you'll be good as new."

"It's... It's amazing!" Catwoman commented.

"Yes, but your body will soon develop antibodies to the flower's toxin. You can't use it whenever you want. Here's a piece of advice for the future: avoid getting shot."

Selina lay back on the table, patiently observing the ceiling. "I was defenseless. You could have let me die."

Pamela tapped the pen on the paper and turned annoyed towards her. "Is that what you think of me? Relax, I don't want to miss the grand finale. I'm too curious to see if your plan will succeed or if you'll fail miserably. By the way, as soon as you're back on your feet, I have a... big surprise for you."

Catwoman looked at her curiously, but her friend's face was inscrutable, with a mischievous smile. She wouldn't reveal anything, not even under torture, so she decided to rest and wait.

Several hours later, late at night, the flower stopped dripping. Selina got off the table and tried to move her torso. She was healed. She only had a small scar in the lower part of her abdomen, with no soreness or pain. She put on her costume and boots and left the room in search of her savior.

She reached the main hall and saw Pamela kneeling beside a bush. She was facing away and, as usual, whispering to her beloved green friends. She was wearing her usual white coat, but once again, like the previous night, she seemed somehow different.

"Hey, Ivy! I wanted to thank you!" Selina approached her calmly, but when she came beside her, she sensed danger, just as the redhead stood up.

Immediately Selina stopped, alarmed. Her perceptions were accurate. The figure in front of her indeed looked like her friend Pamela, but much more muscular, with the lab coat tight around her torso and towering as tall as her, despite the high heels.

Before she could make any move, the redhead punched her in the stomach, making her fly backward. Catwoman slid on the floor until her back hit a tree trunk. "ARGH! Who... who the hell are you?" She asked, trying to quickly get back on her feet.

"But I'm Poison Ivy, don't you recognize me?" The woman removed her white coat and let it fall to the ground. She was dressed in her usual green floral-patterned costume, but it seemed a few sizes too small for her current body and was on the verge of tearing at any moment.

Selina looked into her eyes. Indeed, she seemed like her, only with bigger muscles and the strength of a bulldozer. The slender and thin arms that had been taking notes a few hours ago were now thick and pumped. The abdominals stood out under the dress, and the legs oozed pure physical power.

"I promised you a big surprise. Do you think this is big enough?" Poison Ivy asked, flexing all her muscles in a stunning pose.

Catwoman didn't laugh at the joke but watched seriously and concerned as the green costume tore in several places. She caressed her abdomen where she had just been hit and felt a wave of nausea from the intense burning. That punch would have certainly killed a normal person. "I don't know what you did to my friend's body, but you'll bitterly regret it!"

"What? This? I just made it much stronger," replied Pamela, flexing her new biceps again and further tearing the already tattered sleeves. "I thought you would like these new muscles."

Reluctantly, Selina had to admit that Pamela's muscles were incredible and significantly larger than hers. From the power of the blow, they were also much stronger. "You may double your size, but you'll never be able to defeat me!"

"I wonder if you can keep your word?"

Poison Ivy lunged forward, delivering a powerful punch that Catwoman narrowly dodged. The brunette recoiled, surprised by the rush of air that brushed her face and only noticed the second punch coming at the last moment. She parried with her arm and felt a shock coursing through her shoulder as she was thrown against some bushes. Her opponent was incredibly fast, despite her bulky body.

Pamela turned and looked fascinated at her hand's knuckles. "You know? Now I understand why you dedicated all these years to perfecting your physique. Having this power is intoxicating, to say the least."

Selina rose, shaking the tingling arm. "Don't dare compare my trained muscles to yours just because you've taken some strange steroid."

She lunged forward and, after a quick feint, landed a punch straight to her opponent's face. It was a direct blow to the jaw with no defense or protection, but Poison Ivy's head moved sideways just slightly. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but steroids aren't my secret."

The redhead hit Catwoman in the abdomen with a punch, making her double over, and then returned the blow to her face, sending her sprawling on the ground.

Selina rolled painfully and touched her aching chin. Not even Batman had hit her this hard before. The strength of her opponent was inhuman and certainly superior to hers, just as it had been days before with Harley Quinn. Unlike Joker's lover, who was hysterical and mentally unstable, Poison Ivy was lucid and perfectly capable of reasoning and assessing every decision.

The situation seemed desperate, but Selina had also noticed another revealing difference. While Harley Quinn's strength and size increased during the fight, Poison Ivy's seemed to be decreasing. The second punch she had delivered, although incredibly powerful, seemed to have lost its intensity.

Catwoman stood up, determined to explore this hypothesis and to exploit it to her advantage if necessary. She counterattacked with a long series of punches and kicks learned during her kickboxing lessons. There was no one in Gotham City's gyms at her level in that discipline, and even Poison Ivy couldn't keep up with those rapid and precise strikes.

"You may have increased your mass, but not your combat skills!" Selina exclaimed, delivering another kick to Pamela's bicep.

"You're good, I admit, but your attacks are just tickling me!" The redhead replied, shielding her face from the incoming punch.

"Really? Then why did you start parrying my blows? It's not that you're ticklish, right?"

Annoyed by the insinuation, Poison Ivy spread her arms in a double bicep pose, showing off all her massive muscles. Catwoman struck her abdomen with two powerful punches, but they had no effect other than causing some pain in her fingers.

"Satisfied?" Pamela taunted.

Intimidated, Selina took half a step back. Maybe she had been wrong. Perhaps this opponent was truly superior to her. Maybe it was time to withdraw. She gritted her teeth in anger and threw a punch at her enemy's face, infused with all her pride.

After taking the blow to the jaw, the redhead initially showed no sign of pain, but then staggered slightly backward and lowered herself, assuming a defensive position and covering her face with her arms.

"I was right after all!" Catwoman exclaimed. "Your power is quickly diminishing!"

Filled with renewed courage, Selina immediately launched another attack, while Poison Ivy began to struggle more and more to parry effectively and never managed to counterattack. Her speed was also decreasing, and her expression reflected the concern of being found out.

After enduring numerous blows, Pamela was no longer as threatening and intimidating, and she continued to retreat without finding a way to turn the situation around. When her fate seemed sealed, she lunged forward in desperation. The two women interlocked their fingers and began pushing in a direct test of strength. Just a few minutes earlier, there would have been no doubt about the winner, but now the two women were evenly matched. Both their biceps exploded in a display of pure, incredible power, but only one of their faces beamed with a smile – Selina's.

"Whatever you took is wearing off!" Selina exclaimed, noticing that Pamela's body size had decreased, and she could once again look down on her. "Soon, even your strength will disappear, and you'll return to being a little plant that I can use to sharpen my claws. Give up and stop this charade, Pamela!"

Poison Ivy's muscles were shaking from the effort as they slowly returned to their normal size. Her gaze was sad, aware of her impending defeat, and finally, before her knees gave out, she too smiled. "Curse you! You truly are the best. You've won!"

The women separated as Pamela's body continued its shrinking process and returned to being the usual, ordinary scientist. She picked up her lab coat, which now hung slightly loose on her, and pulled out a used syringe from her pocket. "I've uncovered Harley Quinn's secret! I hope you enjoyed the way I chose to reveal it to you."

Selina looked at the bruises on her abdomen and touched her sore chin. "I would have preferred a PDF presentation. Anyway, would you tell me that the crazy one had injected herself with some strange drug?"

"No, she didn't. Her blood was clean. No drugs or suspicious substances. After subjecting her to numerous tests, I decided to perform an EEG on her, and you won't believe what I found."

"That she's crazy?"

"Pfft! Crazy would be an understatement. The human brain is complicated to study, but hers is completely unbalanced. The values are all off, and there's nothing that can be considered normal. Fascinated by such confusion, I subjected her to a CT scan, MRI, and X-ray, and I found this." Pamela displayed Harley Quinn's cranial MRI.

"What is it?"

"It's an unknown gland, which I have never seen in any other animal or plant. It's a massive abnormal mass that compresses part of the brain. It could be the cause of Harley Quinn's mental disorders, or maybe she's just psychotic. I can't know, and I don't even care because the crucial thing is different."

"And what would that be?"

"This is the cause of our crazy friend's transformation. This gland releases a series of hormones and peptides that further destabilize that already chaotic brain. It tricks the body into producing estrogen that expands the muscle structure and increases the amount of energy processed. The epiphyses and metaphyses are not altered, so after an apparent and exceptional growth, a rapid general reduction follows, but a mix of anabolic hormones lingers in the blood for a few minutes."

Selina looked skeptical. Pamela huffed and simplified the explanation.

"In simple terms, when these substances are circulating, the body becomes larger and more powerful at the cost of greater energy expenditure. I extracted and tested it on myself, and as you saw, the results are excellent."

"But why had she never shown this incredible transformation before?"

"It's possible that when she found out what you did to her beloved Joker, her brain suffered such a shock that it activated this anomalous gland. I repeat, in that crazy head, it's impossible to understand what might happen."

"Incredible! Could that injection have any side effects?"

"Well, let's say that Harleen's body can autonomously handle the amount of substances to release, while we don't know how much energy we can use. If we were to exceed and burn all our energy, the result would be death, obviously."

"And are you able to calculate how much a person can inject themselves?"

"No. Every body burns energy differently, and there are infinite variables to consider. Anyway, it shouldn't vary too much from person to person, and the amount I used on myself is safe. Going beyond could be very dangerous."

Catwoman observed the vial that Poison Ivy was placing in her hand. "I imagine it would be enough to crush an annoying little bird!"

[Ophaki]

Chapter 9

It was a dark and mysterious night in Gotham City.

The setting for this latest showdown was an old warehouse located near the port, where the smell of mold and fish distracted the keen noses of police dogs. Containers filled with the latest drug shipment were stacked along the sides of the hall, while the dim light from a few lamps illuminated the protagonists of the tale.

"I thought it would take much longer to find you!" said Catwoman, staring straight into her opponent's eyes.

"I have no reason to hide!" replied Penguin, leaning on his umbrella. "Since you survived, I'll eliminate you once and for all. Before dawn, I will be proclaimed the king of Gotham City's underworld!"

"I'm not just survived, but I intend to complete what fate took from me last time. You have no hope, Penguin! You are the weakest of Gotham's Bosses, while I am the strongest."

"Uh, uh! The strongest? I believe you're overestimating yourself."

The warehouse door opened with a loud metallic clang, and a large, menacing figure appeared in the doorway. Catwoman's cocky smile immediately turned into a grimace of surprise and disappointment.

"Bane?" she exclaimed, in a worried tone.

Among all the enemies Selina didn't want to encounter, Bane topped the list. He was a large, imposing man, with a physique stretching the limits of believability and a black mask that hid his face. He possessed perfect combat skills in numerous martial arts, as well as impressive strength and sharp, logical intelligence, making him one of the most complete and complex adversaries to face. Finally, and unfortunately not least, he had a terrible secret weapon: the Venom, which he could use to make himself incredibly stronger and unstoppable.

"Since when do you consider yourself Gotham's best fighter, Catwoman?" he asked, standing next to Penguin and overshadowing him with his larger size.

Selina stayed impassive, trying not to show the fear that assailed her.

"Why are you here, Bane?" she asked. "I know that since Batman defeated you, you've abandoned any desire to conquer Gotham. You no longer concern yourself with the Bosses' affairs and commit your crimes in complete solitude, without bothering or being bothered by what happens. This is not your battle."

"You are right. Your spats don't concern me, and you could kill each other as you please. Unfortunately, the massacre you've pursued lately has caused great displeasure toward me. As much as I don't appreciate it, Penguin has offered to resolve this problem."

Selina looked at him curiously.

"To dominate Gotham City, it's not enough to be good at fighting," Oswald began. "While you, my dear Catwoman, were busy eliminating all the Bosses around, I was acquiring properties and businesses to their detriment. You've eliminated all my competition, and now I own the monopoly of numerous activities, including the labs where a certain substance is produced that's very dear to our friend Bane."

"The Venom!" the woman whispered.

"Exactly! I'm the only one in all of Gotham who possesses it, and I'll be happy to give it to anyone who takes you out of the game."

Catwoman's gaze shifted to the small tubes connected to Bane's mask. Once, they supplied the supervillain's body with the dangerous substance, but lately, it was thought they were just for a harmless aesthetic feature. "It was said that you had detoxed!"

"Ahahah!" Bane laughed, with a hint of sadness. "You can never be completely free from Venom. You can try to ignore it, but it will always be there, deep down, ready to resurface more violently than before, making you both slave and master. The Venom is the only thing I care about, and Penguin can give it to me. Can you offer it?"

"Pfft! I'm against the use of any drugs. I've trained my body with dedication and am proud of what I've become on my own. When I eliminate Penguin, I'll close every pharmaceutical enterprise that produces that crap," Selina replied resolutely.

"Ahahah! Proud and stubborn to the end, Catwoman. I appreciate your personality, but you must understand that there will always be someone better than you in the world. All the commitment and dedication are useless if you then get crushed like a fly."

Before Bane could make his move, Catwoman leaped forward and began launching blows to his face and chest, hoping to exploit the element of surprise. Her speed was incredible, but so were her opponent's reflexes, who dodged and parried every blow, ending the first exchange with a stalemate. As the two withdrew, Penguin widened his eyes to understand what had just happened.

"Do you really think you can beat me in a hand-to-hand fight?" Bane asked, smiling challengingly.

Selina watched him with fear. In recent years, she had meticulously studied every type of martial art and numerous combat styles. She had easily surpassed her masters' abilities and challenged champions of all kinds and sports. She had trained her muscles, perfected her physique, making every part of her body a magnificent work of art, beautiful to behold and deadly as a weapon. No ordinary resident of Gotham, man or woman, could compete with her. Unfortunately, Bane wasn't an ordinary resident. Bane was the ultimate in hand-to-hand combat. The strongest and most skilled in every regard. Perfect, like her, in the knowledge of disciplines but with much more experience. The only one who could claim to have defeated him thus far was Batman, but not without significant difficulty. Bane was an uncontrollable beast, who would have no regrets about killing her mercilessly.

Selina assumed her defensive stance, all her senses on high alert. It was a difficult situation, but she also had a secret weapon to resort to. She slowly moved her hand to the back of her costume and brushed her fingers against a hidden pocket. She was ready to use it when her opponent struck her in the most sensitive part of her entire body: her pride.

"You're just an overhyped individual who enjoyed a brief moment of glory. Don't think you're on the same level as Batman. To beat you, I don't even need to use Venom!"

Selina's hand froze instantly. It was true. She wasn't Batman, but she had learned a lot from him. She had worked hard, emulated him, and been inspired by him. She considered herself a sort of apprentice to Bruce, probably the best, and didn't feel much inferior to him. If Bane didn't consider her a worthy opponent, Selina had the moral obligation to prove him wrong. She switched from a defensive to an offensive stance and prepared to attack again.

"Mmm... Muay Thai, huh?" he commented, recognizing and mimicking her stance.

Catwoman advanced brazenly, delivering the first blows with conviction. Some time ago, in a charity match, she had simultaneously faced three young prospects in this discipline and won, concluding with three KOs. She was skilled, but she also knew Bane wasn't a young prospect. She struck with a series of punches that were promptly blocked and finally, after a flawless feint, a spinning kick to the face. The execution was magnificent, but just before making contact with her opponent, she felt Bane's large hand grab her ankle. She realized that perfection wasn't enough.

The brute spun around twice and hurled Catwoman violently towards a container. The dark-haired woman slammed her back against the cold metal, and a moment later Bane was upon her, ready to strike with his powerful fist. Selina managed to roll away at the last moment, just before the fist deformed the solid sheet metal behind her.

The man was incredibly agile and powerful, but this wasn't the time to get discouraged. The masked woman assumed a boxing stance. She quickly approached and started hitting his defense, trying to find a gap for her jabs. Unfortunately, Bane's guard, like his footwork, was impeccable. Every blow was blocked securely and decisively.

The lack of results was unnerving Catwoman, and consequently, her concentration began to falter. After a series of perfect but fruitless blows, she distractedly left her side exposed. It was just a tiny opening, invisible to most, but not to Bane, who, with exceptional speed and precision, landed his first punch. It was like a cannon shot, breaking down the enemy walls. After the blow to her side, two punches to the face came in quick succession, followed by one enormous punch to the abdomen. The latter knocked the wind out of Selina's lungs and made her fall backward, dazed.

"I would have expected something more from someone who calls themselves the best!" Bane taunted, watching her as she got back up. "At least you have good endurance. You'd make an excellent punching bag!"

Selina was furious, and her pride was burning, but she couldn't let her emotions take over. Batman always stayed composed when in trouble, and she wanted to be no different. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, shutting out all external distractions.

"Are you mocking me?" Bane said, recognizing the stance. "You're trying to use MY meditation? The one I invented?"

Offended by that 'theft,' the man lunged at the woman, determined to destroy her with a single blow.

The truth was that Catwoman had thoroughly studied the training techniques used by Bane and had managed to make them her own. Her curiosity was not just about knowledge; she did not want to be called the best. SHE WAS THE BEST!

When Bane threw his punch without concern, Selina's eyes widened as she blocked his arm with her hands. The brute's strength was redirected against him, and with a quick spin, Catwoman overturned the man's body and hurled him into some stacked pallets.

The crash was tremendous, but a moment later he was already back on his feet, filled with rage at the humiliation he had suffered. He attacked again, but by now Selina had regained control of her mind. She no longer felt intimidated by the name Bane or his strength, and she could face him with the clarity that had always characterized the best fighters in Gotham, like Batman.

They exchanged about ten blows, mixing numerous martial arts, and when Catwoman landed a spinning kick to Bane's face, everyone understood that the tide had turned. The woman was gaining the upper hand. She was the better fighter, but this Penguin couldn't allow it. He drew his umbrella/gun and fired a shot, aiming at the back of his arch-nemesis.

No one knows whether it was Selina's heightened senses at that moment or perhaps the fact that for a brief moment her abilities transcended from human to divine, but with lightning reflexes, she shifted her torso to the side and dodged the incoming bullet from her blind spot. Penguin was stunned, but fortunately for him, Catwoman had lost a precious second, and Bane seized the opportunity.

He struck the woman with a powerful punch, sending her flying backward several meters. Selina slid on her back across the floor and then quickly rose to her feet. In an instant, Bane was upon her, so she stretched out her arms to try to stop the enemy's momentum. They interlocked their fingers in a test of strength, but the man's force caused Catwoman's black boots to slip on the slippery ground. The woman's legs bent beyond 90 degrees downward, but with an incredible display of endurance, she managed to stabilize herself and halt the enemy's assault.

The two remained motionless in the center of the warehouse, but the difference in size was evident. Bane towered over Catwoman with his imposing physique, using his weight and height to push her down. The woman's rear end was only a few centimeters from the ground, and her arms were raised above her head, but the dimples on her contracted back were frightening. The muscles expanding across her body were astounding, from her glorious biceps to her quads vibrating with power. Every trained muscle refused to succumb to that challenge, especially now that she was so close to reaching her goal. After several endless seconds of agony, Bane's gargantuan arms began to move backward, and Selina's knees started to straighten.

The man's gaze, like Penguin's, was incredulous. The display of power they were witnessing was inconceivable and defied all logic. To prevent the imminent rise of the Amazonian woman, Bane lunged his massive body forward, significantly increasing the weight that Catwoman's arms were supporting. Selina's legs locked in place and began to visibly tremble. The quadriceps muscles, along with her calves and upper body, swelled violently as a cry of domination resonated, vibrating the window panes.

Bane's gigantic body was shaken by that immense will he was unsuccessfully trying to contain. For the first time, his mind perceived a feeling very similar to fear, and his thick fingers were caught in the most painful grip they had ever felt.

"It's impossible!" he exclaimed as Catwoman's legs, infused with a power bordering on the unimaginable, began to straighten and, incredibly, lift the huge bulk of the Boss. The woman's biceps exploded with definition, reaching their maximum size. Though they were still smaller than Bane's, they possessed an aura of strength that made them much more intimidating. Her back rippled, creating mountain ranges of pure muscle. Her thighs expanded, her glutes swelled, and her calves stretched the ultra-elastic pants that contained them to the limit.

With one last endless cry of conquest, the new Queen of Gotham rose in all her majesty, forcing Bane's knees to buckle in pain. The strongest man had finally bowed to the woman's superior strength. In a swift motion, Selina grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into her abs, hard as titanium. Bane was dazed, and then she sank her claws into his side and shoulder, lifting him above her head. The helpless, defeated body of the Boss was held aloft by Catwoman's incredibly defined arms, which then hurled him against the warehouse wall. She raised her hands beside her head in a pose of triumph, contracting every muscle in her sublime body. Her magnificence seemed to have a life of its own and commanded reverence from those who beheld her.

Penguin fell to the ground, impressed. The figure before him did not appear human but rather idyllic and unattainable. He had challenged a deity, and now it was too late to ask for mercy. He felt tears of fear welling in his eyes, but he still did not know what awaited him. The one he was admiring was only the peaceful form of his new queen, and soon he would regret it.

On the other side of the warehouse, Bane was trying to get back on his feet. The blow that had taken him down was not painful on a physical level, but mentally. Discovering that there was someone stronger than him in the world had irreparably torn his supercilious soul apart and shattered his immense pride. He tried to regain calm and clarity. He had lost the battle, but he still possessed his best weapon. He stood up, filled with hatred and frustration, and activated the switch to release the Venom into his body. He felt a wave of power coursing through his veins, and his muscles swelled with wicked vigor. He was ready to destroy Catwoman.

[Sicod]

I do love a smaller crushes larger story. Excellent!

[Wookey]

Just when thought story would be unfinished.  A great chapter

[Ophaki]

Question: How would you like Catwoman's potential level to be, without any enhancements?

1. The current one, therefore superior to Bane but within the limits of the plausible, (Consistent with the Batman comic)

2. Clearly superior to Bane, therefore it has only scratched the surface of his true potential, (Not very consistent with the Batman comic).

[Sicod]

I would go with #2, only because I want to see her dominate more powerful and more powerful DC characters.

[Handef34]

Option 1 sounds better

[weaponzero]

1 is better for compelling storytelling, 2 is better for catering to people's fetish here.

[Ophaki]

Chapter 10

Catwoman had finally reached the pinnacle of the criminal empire, solidifying her undisputed superiority. Only she deserved to triumph. The Queen of Gotham had been crowned, and every thug was obliged to acknowledge her power. At the center of that dreary warehouse, her tired yet statuesque body stood triumphantly, poised in absolute dominance. Her epic tale was complete.

Meanwhile, Penguin crawled in terror, seeking refuge behind a pile of dirty pallets. He knew that his last hope had been crushed and humiliated by the incomprehensible power of the woman he had dared to challenge. The defeat was total, and his only thought was to flee from the relentless wrath of his new Queen.

Bane, on the other hand, lay sprawled on the ground, drained of his once brazen confidence, as the awareness of defeat crept into his mind. Fighting no longer made sense. He had lost, just like all the other Bosses, but a dark flame still burned within him: the Venom.

That malevolent entity, like a ghost cloaked in black, simmered in his mind, urging him to yield to its promise and reclaim the strength he had lost. His hand moved of its own accord and pressed the button that released the dangerous substance into his veins. The effect was immediate. A dark glow lit up his eyes as a wave of pulsating power coursed through every fiber of his body. His muscles swelled, fueled by the artificial energy flooding him, and slowly he rose, hungry for revenge.

Selina was savoring her hard-earned victory and didn't notice the giant charging back at her. When Bane's massive shoulder slammed into her back, a disorienting sensation washed over her. The brute lifted her as if she were a feather pillow and, with the strength of a rhinoceros, hurled her toward a nearby container. The woman futilely struggled to free herself from his grip but then curled her arms and legs in defense. They crashed against the sturdy metal, which caved in, enveloping both combatants like a cold metallic blanket.

Bane took a step back and struck his opponent with a flurry of punches to her sides and back. Each blow felt like a brick hurled with vicious force, and if Selina's musculature hadn't been so phenomenal, she would surely have sustained multiple fractures to her ribs or spine.

With a surge of defiance, Catwoman elbowed Bane in the face and then drove her heel into his stomach. The man was pushed back, allowing her to turn and strike him with a punch to his chin. In the moment of her opponent's daze, Selina struck his sides with three more decisive blows. Venom was a drug that enhanced physical strength and endurance, enabling its users to withstand more damage, but the blows from the new Queen of Gotham were still extremely painful.

Bane was beside himself. He ignored the powerful attacks from the woman and grabbed her face with his large hand, violently forcing her against the container. His palm was so massive that his fingers nearly encompassed her entire head. After pressing her forcefully against the metal wall, he hurled her to the opposite side of the room. Catwoman crashed against the brick wall and fell to the ground, dazed. When she regained her clarity a few seconds later, she saw the enormous container hurtling toward her.

With the immense strength granted by the Venom, the masked Boss was pushing the incredibly heavy container filled with cocaine towards his insidious enemy. Selina tried to get up quickly, but realized she didn't have time to move out of the way. She thrust her arms forward and gripped the side of the enormous package, attempting to halt it before it crushed her.

Her boots slid against the wall behind her. The woman's ultra-pumped muscles expanded in yet another impressive contraction, temporarily managing to slow down the momentum of the gigantic rectangular object. Her biceps bulged, and her shoulders strained against the elastic fabric, threatening to tear it at any moment.

On the opposite side, the gargantuan Bane continued to push with all his augmented strength, gaining precious seconds to definitively destroy his enemy. Catwoman's resistance was incredible, almost on par with Bane's enhanced muscles, but unfortunately, not quite.

Her elbows began to bend, and her back flattened against the brick wall. She pressed the sole of her boot against the metal of the container, desperately seeking support to keep living. It wasn't enough. The power the Venom added to Bane's already phenomenal body was too much, even for the Queen of Gotham. Overwhelmed by an unbearable sense of claustrophobia, Selina opened her hidden pocket and took out her secret weapon: a syringe containing the hormone released by Harley Quinn. Without hesitation, she plunged the needle into her skin and pushed the plunger.

Catwoman flinched. Immediately, a river of energy began to burn through her veins like molten lava. Her heart started pumping that magical liquid through her arteries and into every corner of her body. She felt her muscles swell and her strength multiply. Her brain was flooded with an infinite number of neurons, charged with new information to process. Every cell had been unlocked and had free access to a new, immeasurable level of physical power. It was as if Selina's true potential had always been imprisoned within a restrictive cage, and now, finally, it was free to manifest. Her limits had been shattered.

She looked down and saw the ultra-elastic fabric of her new suit pathetically begging for mercy against the growing mass it struggled to contain. The woman gave a slight contraction to her muscles, and the reinforced spandex ripped apart as if it were made of wet paper.

"Wow!" exclaimed Catwoman, mentally measuring her new dimensions. The circumference of her thighs and arms had increased astonishingly. Her abs were hyper-defined, and even her breasts had grown exaggeratedly. With every breath, she saw her clothing pulling tighter and tighter as her body continued to grow.

After a few seconds of astonishment, Selina realized that a small force was pressing against her hands. It was the container, and on the other side was Bane, who couldn't understand why his advance had stopped. As Catwoman's personal space shrank due to her expanding body, she pushed decisively against the heavy metal container that was compressing her.

Instantly, the masked Boss was thrown backward and flew several feeth across the floor.

"What the hell..." he said, astonished, but then saw the container sliding noisily toward him at a disarming speed. With exceptional reflexes, the man rolled to the side and dodged the immense object, which crashed into some pallets on the opposite side of the room.

Bane watched in disbelief the trail of destruction that had just been created, then turned to Selina. "How did you throw it with such power?"

The woman stood there, her costume mostly torn, arms spread wide as though trying to absorb all the energy in the room. "Impressed? I haven't even given it my all!" she replied, excitedly admiring what she had been able to do.

"Don't mess with me!" the man exclaimed angrily, getting back up and quickly rushing toward her.

Catwoman let him approach, and with an incredibly swift motion, she punched him in the face with a devastating blow. Bane flew across the room, crashing into the container, puncturing the sturdy metal wall. Bags filled with cocaine spilled over him as the Venom tried to prevent him from losing consciousness.

Selina looked at her hand and smiled, amazed by how quickly she had moved her imposing muscle mass. She glanced down at her boots, which were uncomfortably compressing her feet, now clearly too small. She unlaced them and set them gently aside, not wanting to damage them as her body continued to expand.

Every part of her body was enlarging, defying any logical or physical explanation. Her power was overflowing, far greater than any rival in Gotham City. The injection was reacting particularly effectively in her, unlike what was seen with Poison Ivy. Selina wondered why. Perhaps her body was simply more trained, more receptive, or maybe there was something else? The studies her dendrophilic friend would conduct on the liquid surely would explain it, but maybe she could discover it herself right away. A wicked idea flashed in her mind. After all, there was no one left who could challenge her.

She approached the unfortunate Bane with a slow and sensual stride, as he gasped inside the container filled with cocaine. She grabbed him by the head, just as he had done to her moments before, and lifted him up. The Boss's body dangled helplessly, restrained by Selina's muscular arm, with his feet well off the ground. The woman's growth had finally halted, and now, in terms of size, she overshadowed the smaller figure of the man.

"Le-leave me..." the Boss implored, feeling for the first time small compared to another human being.

Selina grabbed what was left of her tattered costume with her free hand and easily tore it away from her body. Bane's eyes widened behind his mask.

"Behold what you dared to challenge instead of accepting your obvious inferiority!"

The muscles gleaming under the warehouse lights were beyond imagination. Every fiber, every tendon, every small part of skin was sculpted as if dozens of sculptors had dedicated their entire lives to creating a single, shared masterpiece: Catwoman. Her abs protruded like perfect polished bricks and seemed absolutely impenetrable. Every groove between them could hold an entire pen and crush it with a contraction.

Higher up, colossal in their inhuman size, were the most incredible breasts any human eye had ever seen through the ages. No ancient poem could ever describe these divine works with the proper magnificence. They stood intimidatingly, supported by muscular pectoral as foundations, as if they themselves generated their own gravitational force.

The sublimity with which power and femininity coexisted in the same body was the emblem of absolute perfection, but this was not enough for Catwoman. She needed further confirmation to place herself above every human being in Gotham City. She pulled a second syringe filled with Harley Quinn's hormone from her hidden pocket and showed it to her prisoner.

"This is what has made me so special. It's a completely natural substance capable of pushing a person to their absolute limits. I've named it HQ01, and I can't wait to discover the effect it will have on you!" With a swift motion, she plunged the needle into Bane's shoulder and injected the liquid into his body.

[Docta1]

Can't wait for the next instalment