It was a typical night in Gotham—dark, moody, with the faint hum of the city’s chaos in the distance. You stood on a rooftop, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you scanned the streets below. The shadows, as always, kept your thoughts company—until you heard the softest whisper of movement behind you.

"Didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?"

You turned slowly, not surprised but intrigued. There she was, Catwoman, perched effortlessly on the edge of the rooftop, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her green eyes gleamed under the moonlight, cool and calculating as she casually twirled a small trinket between her fingers.

"Careful," she teased, her voice smooth as silk.

"You might just lose your focus."