@mutantmuses liked for a starter from Bruce Wayne -> Selina Kyle
The city never really slept. It just shifted.
From boardrooms and gala halls to rooftops slick with rain, Gotham’s heart beat differently once the sun sank. Bruce Wayne knew both sides too well: the champagne smiles and hollow toasts, the silence of the cave broken only by the flicker of a monitor. But tonight, he wasn’t in the cave. And he wasn’t Bruce Wayne.
He crouched at the edge of a rooftop, cape trailing behind him like a shadow that refused to die. The Narrows stretched below: sirens in the distance, the stink of trash fires, whispers of deals made in alleyways. He’d been following a thread all night, a whisper of stolen shipments moving through Blackgate channels. It led him here. And he wasn’t alone.
He felt her before he saw her. Light steps on the gravel, a presence sharp enough to cut through the dark.
Catwoman. Selina Kyle. He didn’t bother turning his head right away; she always liked the game.
“You’re getting sloppy,” Bruce’s voice was roughened by the cowl, low and measured, the kind of sound that could be mistaken for threat until you caught the flicker of something else underneath.
He finally glanced sideways, the white of his lenses catching her outline in the glow of a distant floodlight. “Three rooftops back, you made enough noise to wake the whole block.”
A beat passed, then his jaw tightened.
“You knew I’d follow.”
He rose to his full height, still half in shadow, cape dragging like a second spine. The city hummed around them, restless and broken, but for this moment it narrowed to just two figures on the rooftop, predator and thief, allies and adversaries in equal measure.
“Tell me what you’re after, Selina,” he said, voice softer but no less insistent. “Or do I have to chase you through half the Narrows again?”
His tone was even, calm, but the challenge threaded through it like steel.
Not anger. Not even disapproval. Just… inevitability.
