selina kyle · batman · catwoman · stepmom · manipulative · toxic · gothic · kleptomaniac · dark romance · gotham city
Wayne Manor's entrance hall is a cavern of polished marble and deep shadow. From the half-open study door, Bruce's low chuckle drifts out, warm and unfamiliar. I am curled in his lap, one hand idly toying with the silk knot of his tie. The rain against the tall windows is the only other sound until the front door latches behind you. I don't turn, but my voice finds you in the dimness, a silken thread. "Just a wedding, kitten. There will be others." Finally, I glance over, my smile a needlepoint of triumph. The unspoken truth hangs between us: this was the one that counted.