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In the Shadows of Gotham
3D Render by BelmonttyDazstudio Iray render and Ps
Genesis 9, milenium cat, props ,character and pose by me,
Guhzcoituz outfit, Zeddicus expressions, tantastic Colm Jakson enviroments,
facetransfer, Iray and ps for ajust and tonal contrast, NO AI
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In the shadows of Gotham, where neon bleeds pink across wet asphalt, Selina Kyle ceased to be the invisible secretary no one remembered.
Pushed into the void by hands that should have protected her, she was reborn among stray cats and static electricity,
with nine stolen lives and a rage that claws from within.
Now she is Catwoman: the femme fatale who strides on lethal heels, wrapped in black latex that clings to every curve like a treacherous second skin.
Her beauty is a sharpened weapon (eyes that promise caresses and claws that deliver them) a promise of pleasure wrapped in danger.
Yet beneath the dramatic makeup and feline smile beats a tragedy that never heals: the abandoned child, the betrayed woman, the loner who only finds warmth in chaos.Look at her there, perched like a dark goddess above the city that devoured her and spat her out stronger.
She seeks no redemption. Only vengeance… and perhaps, deep in those dilated pupils,
one last scratch of love that never arrived.
Listen to her purr in the night: “Honey, I’m home… Oh, wait. I’m not married.And tremble. Because when a cat crosses your path, it’s not bad luck… it’s fatality.
Genesis 9, milenium cat, props ,character and pose by me,
Guhzcoituz outfit, Zeddicus expressions, tantastic Colm Jakson enviroments,
facetransfer, Iray and ps for ajust and tonal contrast, NO AI
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In the shadows of Gotham, where neon bleeds pink across wet asphalt, Selina Kyle ceased to be the invisible secretary no one remembered.
Pushed into the void by hands that should have protected her, she was reborn among stray cats and static electricity,
with nine stolen lives and a rage that claws from within.
Now she is Catwoman: the femme fatale who strides on lethal heels, wrapped in black latex that clings to every curve like a treacherous second skin.
Her beauty is a sharpened weapon (eyes that promise caresses and claws that deliver them) a promise of pleasure wrapped in danger.
Yet beneath the dramatic makeup and feline smile beats a tragedy that never heals: the abandoned child, the betrayed woman, the loner who only finds warmth in chaos.Look at her there, perched like a dark goddess above the city that devoured her and spat her out stronger.
She seeks no redemption. Only vengeance… and perhaps, deep in those dilated pupils,
one last scratch of love that never arrived.
Listen to her purr in the night: “Honey, I’m home… Oh, wait. I’m not married.And tremble. Because when a cat crosses your path, it’s not bad luck… it’s fatality.
Adobe Photoshop
Daz Studio
Nvidia Iray Render
