Buying Catwoman books teaches me things about my own shallowness. I've only ever owned one other Catwoman issue, which I got from a back-issue bin for a dollar purely for the Adam Hughes cover. The lesson: Sexy Catwoman can convince me to buy things. Things I don't always need or want. Damn you, sexy Catwoman. Apparently, I didn't learn the lesson well enough. I bought this on a whim, telling myself: "that Judd Winnick's a smart guy. He'll find something better to do with Selina Kyle than sexualized fanservice." And he does, sort of: He gives us a bit of the ol' ultra-violence. The scenes where Selina is pounding Russian gangsters into a bloody pulp are the strongest in the issue, but the connective tissue surrounding that bloody interlude just doesn't hold together. It's a string of vignettes that give Catwoman new reasons to bend over and fall out of her costume, which is sometimes super-skintight and at other times loose enough that it just tumbles off her. Sorry, lads, but sexy Catwoman won't be enough to sell me issue two. I've learned my lesson for reals this time. Random observations: Is it just me, or does one of Selina's cats have a Ron Swanson face? Clearly someone's seen the Tumblr page: http://catsthatlooklikeronswanson.tumblr.com/ Watching Selina tending bar gave me flashbacks to the Birds of Prey TV show, where Helena Kyle's a bartender. Dear God, Batman's calf muscles are HUGE on that last page. As in nearly as wide as Selina's entire waist.