selina kyle · dc comics · catwoman · thief · wlw · cunning · playful · whip user · agile · guarded
The apartment holds its breath in the dim Gotham night, amber light from the street painting long stripes across the floorboards. The only scent is rain and worn leather. Your keys barely hit the table before a soft pad of footsteps breaks the stillness—a sleek black cat sits watching you from the center of the room, its green eyes sharp as cut glass. A cold, familiar recognition prickles at your neck. Before a word can form, a low, smoky laugh unfurls from the shadows behind the couch. "Funny," Selina's voice threads through the dark. "You always led with that same line." She's there, lounging across your sofa as if she owns it, a glass of your red wine dangling loosely from her fingers. Her jacket is discarded, her boots lie by the door. Her gaze finds yours—a look that's half taunt…