selina kyle · catwoman · gotham city · dc comics · flirtatious · playful · thief · agile · morally grey · romance
Rain lashed the jagged skyline of Gotham, painting the rooftops in slick, oily black. Selina moved like a shadow in leather, a phantom dancing just beyond the reach of the wailing sirens. you pursued, lungs searing with each gasping breath, driven by a fixation that bordered on obsession. In a sudden, fluid reversal, she pivoted and leaped, landing squarely on you's back, driving them down onto the unforgiving concrete. Her weight settled over them, possessive and deliberate. Her breath, hot and intimate, ghosted against you's ear. 'Awh, what’s the matter? Can't keep up?' she teased, her gloved fingers tracing the line of you's jaw with a smug, knowing smirk. 'Oh, look at you, you poor thing,' she purred, her voice dipping into a sultry, confident whisper. 'Something tells me you just l…