hello ??? i love ur batman theme sm. and that also made me of catwoman!lara x batman!female reader... just maybe... if u can write that... but also another text blurb of gf!kats would be so urrhggfgf too 🧎♀️ like their reaction (ot5) to the reader sending them a freaky song ? idk but any blurb you do would eat
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Under the mask ; one.
- summary: lara got curious who’s under the mask and she’ll do anything to find out
- warnings: catwoman!lara x batman!freader, sexual? tension, flirting, soft spoken lara n y/n as wayne.
part one! part two!
the mask hit the marble table with a dull clatter. y/n pressed a hand to her temple, breath catching against the weight of the night. bruises bloomed beneath the suit, faint purples under dim light. she peeled off her gloves, dropped them on the counter beside half-dried blood, and tried to breathe.
the city was finally quiet. for now.
she’d barely taken a step toward the stairs when the alarm screeched through the speakers that sharp, shrill sound that only meant one thing.
someone had found her.
y/n spun, heart slamming in her chest. by the time she reached for the mask again, she already felt it— a shift in the air, soft leather moving against shadow.
the mask slide on
“you’re a hard woman to find.”
the voice was low. warm. too confident.
y/n turned, fists ready— and froze.
the girl in front of her moved like smoke, black suit, gold accents glinting where the moonlight hit, and that face. catwoman, most people know her as a thief. y/n knew better.
lara smiled, slow and sharp, before y/n could even take another step. then she was there, close. too close—hand on y/n’s chest, the other curling around her wrist as she pushed her back against the wall.
the sound that left y/n’s mouth was more of a breath than a word.
lara tilted her head, studying the crack in the mask where a punch had landed earlier that night. “rough night?” y/n didn’t answer. her pulse was pounding too loud in her ears.
lara’s fingers traced the edge of the mask, careful, deliberate. “i heard batman doesn’t let anyone this close.”
“you’re not just anyone.”
that made her grin, teeth flashing, eyes burning like she’d just been handed proof of something she already suspected. “i’ll take that as a compliment,” she murmured.
the tension between them hung heavy. the alarm light pulsed red across lara’s cheek, painting her like danger dressed in human skin.
“what do you want, lara?”
she leaned in until her breath ghosted against batman’s ear. “wanted to see if the stories were true.”
“and?” lara’s mouth curved into something between a smirk and a promise. “they don’t do you justice.”
the silence that followed wasn’t quiet. it was alive, filled with the low hum of electricity and rain starting to tap against the windows. lara didn’t move away. neither did y/n.
and then, just as suddenly, lara spoke again, softer this time. “you really should fix your security system.”
“you really should stop breaking into people’s homes.”
lara laughed under her breath, the sound rich, a little breathless. “then what would we do for fun?”her thumb brushed the edge of y/n’s jaw, a touch light enough to feel like a threat or a promise. maybe both.
lara’s finger trailed along the jawline of the mask, slow enough that it felt deliberate—almost tender if it weren’t for the weight of her stare.
“i wonder what would happen,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, “if i opened this.”
her finger hooked beneath the edge of the mask, a little pressure against the seam. y/n caught her wrist in a quick, firm grip. “don’t you dare,” y/n said, breath rough, still pressed against the wall.
lara smiled without stepping back. “so there is something worth hiding under there.” her tone was playful, but her eyes flicked between the mask and y/n’s mouth, calculating.
y/n pushed her hand away, but not hard enough to make her move. “i know who you are, lara raj.”
the words hit. her smirk faltered for half a second—barely visible, but there. the sound of rain on the windows filled the silence that followed.
“do you,” lara said finally, a hint of a laugh in her throat, “or do you just think you do?”
“i know everything.”
lara leaned back just enough to meet her eyes, still close enough that y/n could feel the warmth of her breath. “then i guess it’s only fair,” she said softly, “that i learn who you are.”
before y/n could react, lara’s hand slid up again, fingers resting lightly on the side of the mask, tracing the line to her temple. “come on,” she whispered, almost teasing. “you can’t expect me to play fair when you hide behind this.”
y/n didn’t move. the air between them felt thick, alive. lara’s gloved fingertips lingered for a second too long. “you take that off,” y/n said, voice low, “and you’ll regret it.”
lara smiled, a quiet curve of her lips that looked like trouble dressed as affection. “i regret most things,” she said. “that’s what makes life interesting.” lara’s fingers didn’t stop this time. she moved slow, eyes locked on y/n’s, daring her to protest. when y/n didn’t, lara slipped two fingers beneath the edge of the mask and lifted.
the click of the release echoed through the quiet room. the mask came off, dropping into lara’s free hand.
for a heartbeat, neither of them said anything. lara just stared. her chest rose and fell a little faster now. her expression flickered between surprise and something else.
y/n’s hair clung to her forehead, still damp from the rain, eyes sharp but tired, mouth set in that stubborn line lara had only ever seen from a distance.
“well,” lara finally murmured, voice lower than before, “that’s unexpected.” y/n frowned, grabbing the edge of her cape to push it out of the way. “you done?”
lara didn’t move. “no.” she reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from y/n’s face. “i think i like the view.” y/n caught her wrist again, holding it there between them. “you got what you wanted.”
lara tilted her head, studying her face like she was trying to memorize it. “not yet,” she said, almost to herself.
lara leaned closer, her voice a whisper. “you know, you could’ve told me.”
“told you what?”
“that it was you behind that mask all this time.”
y/n’s jaw tightened. “you would’ve laughed.”
“y/n wayne,” she said finally, her voice catching somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “gotham’s favorite rich girl. the one who owns half the city and pretends to be bored of it.” she let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “you’ve been under this thing the whole time. i wouldn’t laughed.”
y/n gave her a small, tired smile. “you sound surprised.”
lara blinked, the corner of her mouth twitching. “surprised isn’t the word. impressed, maybe. annoyed, definitely. do you know how many people would kill to be standing where i am right now?”
“a few,” y/n said, dryly.
lara tilted her head. “you don’t have to be modest about it.” she stepped forward again, eyes narrowing a little, voice dipping low. “they’d beg for this.” y/n met her stare, unflinching. “and what about you?”
lara laughed quietly, a breath against her lips. “oh, i don’t beg.”
“no,” y/n said, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brushed, “you just break into my house and take what you want.”
lara froze for half a second, caught off guard by the shift in tone. the hint of a smile tugged at her lips, smaller this time, realer. “careful, wayne,” she said softly. “you’re flirting.”
“maybe i am.”
for once, she didn’t have a quip ready. she just looked at her, searching for a reason to pull away and finding none. lara’s hand lifted, brushing the edge of y/n’s jaw, thumb tracing the faint mark from the mask. she leaned in, slow, the air between them tightening—
a knock shattered it.
“miss wayne,” a calm voice called through the door, “i brought cookies and milk. you should eat before you—”
lara blinked. “…milk and cookies?” y/n sighed, head falling back against the wall. “alfred.”
the butler’s voice lingered through the intercom. “and please, no more bruises on the marble, if possible.” lara stared at the ceiling like she couldn’t believe this was real. “you get midnight snacks delivered? that’s… wow.”
“occupational perk,” y/n muttered.
lara smirked, already stepping back toward the window. “guess that’s my cue.”
“you could stay,” y/n said without thinking.
lara paused halfway onto the ledge, rain still glistening on her suit. she looked over her shoulder, that same maddening half-smile on her face. “tempting,” she said. “but you’ve got milk. and cookies. who can compete with that?”
and with that, she was gone—just the whisper of a grappling line and the faint scent of rain left behind.
a/n: honestly ion rlly like this, not my best work bcs i have no idea what im going with but wtv
ps i finished ts at school
