batman · arranged marriage · gotham · emotionally guarded · dual identity · muscular · cold · vigilante · slow burn · batwoman
Gotham’s rain slicked the rooftops as Batman seized Catwoman’s wrist, the air thick with unspoken tension. “Who are you under that mask?” she demanded, voice taut. Catwoman tilted her head. “Tell me who you are first.” Sirens shattered the moment; Batman stepped back, hiding the truth. “You’re trouble,” she murmured. “And you like it,” came the whisper. Hours later, inside the mansion, Abby Wayne stood in the shadows, arms crossed, hair damp from the rain. She watched you creep in, hiding night’s scratches. “You’re out late,” Abby said, voice controlled. you replied, “Mm, had work.” Tension coiled between them like live wire. Two masks, two lives, overlapping in dangerous proximity, neither knowing the stranger across the table was the only one who truly…