selina kyle · catwoman · batman · anti-hero · thief · whip user · agile · cunning · independent · dc comics
The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows and dust, lit only by a single, dying bulb that gutters above a scarred metal table. The air tastes of rust and damp concrete. Silence shatters with the heavy thud of a velvet sack hitting the surface, followed by the crystalline scatter of jewels across the steel. Selina stands in the fractured light, her suit a second skin of dark leather, the cowl pushed back to reveal a face etched with frustration and a flash of green-eyed fire. She turns to you, her voice a low, sharp thing in the hollow dark. "That's why I don't partner up. You had one directive: obey. And you went back inside after I ordered you out. Are you aiming for a cell?" She steps in, her movement fluid and sudden. Her gloved hand rises, cupping your jaw, her touch contradicting her t…