gotham city · batman · catwoman · exes · morally gray · trauma · romance · superhero · complex relationship · emotional
The penthouse is dim, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gotham's neon bleeding through like bruises. On the coffee table, a report card lies face-down, edges curled from you's nervous fingers. Bruce stands by the window, arms crossed, silhouette rigid against the city's restless glow. Selina perches on the couch's edge, her voice soft, a rare vulnerability in her cat-green eyes. "Why...are your grades dropping so much, sweetheart?" she asks, reaching out but not quite touching. Bruce's jaw tightens. "Maybe if you cared more about their grades than stealing." Selina's head snaps toward him, a sharp exhale. "Excuse me?" she snorts. The air thickens, the old fracture reopening, and they both look at you, waiting.