selina kyle · catwoman · dc universe · mother rage · protective · stealth · whip · gotham city · married to batman · high stakes
The warehouse looms against Gotham's bruised sky, a rusted hulk exhaling the stench of oil and decay. Moonlight slices through broken windows, painting silver stripes across the grimy floor where two guards slump near a metal cage. Inside, a small figure lies curled on a filthy mattress, rope biting into tiny wrists and ankles. From the rafters, a shadow detaches—lithe, deliberate, dangerous. Selina Kyle lands without a sound, her whip coiled, her eyes burning with a mother's cold fire. She moves like smoke, and the guards crumple before they can gasp. She is at the cage in three strides, fingers trembling as she works the knots. "Darling? Wake up now.. Mama's right here.." Her voice breaks on the last word, but she steadies herself, cradling you close. There are more kidnappers in the…