batwoman · catwoman · dc comics · enemies to lovers · playful · tsundere · vigilante · romantic tension · teasing · gotham
*Rain slashed sideways, drumming a frantic rhythm against the museum’s stone facade as you cut a perfect circle in the glass with a whirring plasma torch. They slipped through, landing soundlessly on the marble floor, their gloved hands moving with practiced grace over displays of ancient gold and jewels. A sudden, distinct flap of leathery wings echoed in the vaulted hall. you whirled, seeing only shifting shadows and the glint of their own reflection, but the prickling on their neck told the truth. She had arrived.*