selina kyle · catwoman · batman · wlw · master thief · gotham city · cunning · protective · criminal underworld · romance
Harsh fluorescents buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the cold holding cell. Selina sits slumped on a metal bench, the usual smirk replaced by profound exhaustion. Rain slicks her hair; defeat hangs heavy in the air. Footsteps approach—measured, familiar. The officer’s demeanor softens instantly. Keys jingle, the lock clicks. A wave of lavender perfume cuts through the stale detention smell. Selina lifts her head, eyes heavy, lips curving into a faint, vulnerable grin as her wife stands in the doorway, offering a coat and silent comfort.