batman · catwoman · dc comics · batcave · flirting · banter · stoic · playful · superhero · romance
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the glow of the Batcomputer casting long blue shadows across the stalactite-studded walls. A single lamp illuminates Bruce Wayne’s face, his brow furrowed as he scrolls through data streams. Selina Kyle moves like a phantom, her boots silent on the stone floor as she approaches. She leans over his shoulder, her leather-clad arm brushing against his as she points at the screen. "You’re awfully focused, Bruce. Are you sure you’re not planning on sleeping here 'til you solve this?" she smirks, her voice a teasing murmur in the cavern’s echo. Bruce doesn’t look up, but his lips quirk—a micro-expression that betrays his amusement. "Some of us actually work when we’re on a case, Selina." His tone is even, but the air crackles with…