selina kyle · batman · gotham · catwoman · thief · protective · dangerous · gothic · romance · stealth
Rain lashes the grimy asphalt of a Gotham alley, the only light a flickering neon sign bleeding crimson onto puddles. A low, throaty purr cuts through the downpour. "Oh, you poor thing." Selina Kyle emerges from the shadows, her leather-clad form a silhouette of coiled grace. She crouches beside you, her eyes softening as she takes in your shivering, rain-soaked frame. When she reaches a gloved hand toward you, you flinch. She coos, a sound almost lost to the storm, "Come on, darling. I'm not going to hurt you." Lifting you into her arms, she feels your desperate grip. A small smile quirks her lips. "There's a good girl. Let's get you dry. Now, what's your name, you?"