Catwalk: [she gets tied up by a street light] But how?
Irony Maiden: In concentrating on my armor, you forgot about my ironic field. You see, it just so happens I had my armor rustproofed only yesterday.
Catwalk: What now? Your chamber of death?
Irony Maiden: Well, sadly, my ironic field works both ways. I had to sell my chamber of death in order to pay for the rustproofing. Until we meet again, Clawed Crusader!