Following the success of Batman, Tim Burton returned to Gotham in 1992. Only this time, things were going to be weirder, darker, and sexier, and that was largely thanks to Michelle Pfeiffer as Selina Kyle, the bedraggled secretary who's pushed out a window by her boss and licked back to life by cats before turning into the whip-cracking, leather-clad feline queen of crime: Catwoman.
Over the course of this zany movie—which involves missile-packing penguins, killer clowns, and four-wheeled ducks—Catwoman joins up with a crackpot Cobblepot, falls in love with Bruce Wayne, and gets a little hot and homicidal with Batman before confronting her old boss, the villainous Max Shreck (Christopher Walken). The white-haired psycho tries to bargain with the supervillain, but Catwoman doesn't want money, jewels, or a big ball of string. She wants revenge, and she's willing to use all nine lives to get it.
After taking several bullets to the body, Catwoman grabs a taser, finds an exposed cable, and moves in for an electric kiss, sending shockwaves up and down Shreck's spine and destroying the Penguin's lair in the process. Needless to say, Bruce Wayne is crushed after Catwoman's "death," but as he's driving home one wintry night, he spots a feline form slinking through an alleyway. Hopeful, he jumps out of the car, but only finds a lone black cat lost in the dark. Giving up hope he'll ever see the femme fatale again, Batman drives off into the night, accepting that he'll always be alone.
And just to confirm that Batman will always be Batman—vigilant, brooding, lonely—we watch as the Bat-signal hits the clouds, reminding us that Gotham will forever need its tragic Dark Knight. But then, like a Universal monster coming back from the grave, we watch as Catwoman pops up into the frame, running on the next of her nine lives and staring off at the spotlight in the distance.