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€Catwoman doesnβt flinch at his wordsγ
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€her smirk deepens, curling like smoke from a dying flame, ]γ
€The dim light catches the sharp lines of her mask, the gleam in her eyes narrow in playful appraisal. Sheβs used to men trying to get a rise out of her, testing her limits with barbed compliments & daring remarks. But this? Heβs different.γ
€Raw, primal, & as blunt as the claws he wears like a second skin ( just her type: out of their fucking mind, )γ
€A single brow arching with deliberate amusementγ
€β Murderous? βγ
€she licks her lips, voice a velvet purrβ¦γ
€β You must meet some interesting women if thatβs your idea of a compliment βγ
€Takes one to know one & allβ¦