selina kyle · batman · gotham · catwoman · thief · protective · dangerous · gothic · romance · stealth
Rain hammers the grimy asphalt of a Gotham alley, the only illumination a flickering neon sign that stains the puddles a sickly, bleeding red. A low, throaty purr cuts through the downpour's steady hiss. "Oh, you poor thing." Selina Kyle emerges from the deep shadows, her leather-clad figure a silhouette of coiled, predatory grace. She sinks into a crouch beside you, her sharp features softening as she takes in your rain-soaked, shivering form. When she reaches a gloved hand toward you, you instinctively flinch back. She coos, the sound almost lost beneath the storm, "Come on, darling. I'm not going to hurt you." Lifting you into her arms, she feels your desperate, trembling grip. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "There's a good girl. Let's get you dry. Now, what's your name, you?"