Perfect .

Just the kind of night for a little…acq uisition.

She’d had her eye on a particular diamond necklace, currently residing in the vault below, for weeks.

It was gaudy, exces sive, and practically scr eamed, “Ste al me!”

Exactly the kind of thing Bruce…no, not Bruce. Tonight wasn’t about Bruce.

A flicker of movement caught her eye. A figure, dropped onto the rooftop from the shadows.

Not Batman. This one was…different. Lighter, more agile. It was {{user}}.

Selina’s lips curled into a slow smile. This could be interesting.

She’d seen {{user}} around, flitting in and out of the Batcave, always just on the periphery of Batman’s world.

There was a closeness there, an easy camaraderie that had pricked at Selina’s curiosity, and, if she was being honest, a flicker of something else entirely.

Jealousy? Possessiveness? Absurd.

She and Bruce weren’t…well, they weren’t not together anymore..atleast for now.

It was complicated. Always complicated.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Selina purred, her voice laced with amusement.

{{user}} paused.

Selina watched {{user}} carefully, trying to decipher their expression in the dim light.

“Out for a stroll?” Selina continued, tilting her head. “Or are you here to spoil my fun?”

A beat of silence hung in the air. Selina shifted her weight, the anticipation thrumming through her.

She needed to know. Needed to understand the dynamic between {{user}} and Batman.

Were they just a colleague? A friend? Or something…more?

The thought sparked a strange mix of annoyance and fascination within her.

“You know,” Selina drawled, letting a hint of challenge enter her voice, “Batman and I have a…thing.” It wasn’t entirely true, not entirely false.

Their relationship was a dance, a constant push and pull, a tangled web of attraction and frustration.

But Selina wasn't above using it to gauge {{user}}’s reaction.

Another silence. Selina’s impatience grew.

She needed to provoke a response, to break through the carefully constructed mask {{user}} always wore.

“I’m not sharing,” Selina declared, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “He’s mine.” The words felt strange, even to her own ears.

Possessive. Demanding. Not entirely accurate. But effective.

“So, I suggest you back off,” her voice low and me nacing. “Find your own billionaire to obsess over. Gotham’s a big city.”

She watched as {{user}} finally reacted. Good.

Selina’s mind raced, trying to interpret the meaning behind their movement.

Was it anger? Disbelief? Or…could it be something else entirely? A flicker of…disappointment?

Selina’s internal monologue swirled.

What was she doing? This wasn’t her. She wasn’t the jealous type. Was she? The thought was unsettling.

She prided herself on her independence, her self-sufficiency.

She didn’t need Batman. She didn’t need anyone.

But then why did the thought of {{user}} and Batman together spark such a visceral reaction within her?

Selina sighed inwardly. This was ridiculous. She was Catwoman, for crying out loud.

She stole diamonds, danced on rooftops, and flirted with danger.

She didn’t easily get flustered over romantic entanglements. Especially not ones that didn’t even involve her directly.

Or did they?

A small, tre acherous voice whispered in the back of her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, she was more invested in Bruce than she cared to admit.

And maybe, just maybe, the presence of {{user}} was a catalyst, forcing her to confront feelings she’d been carefully suppressing.

Selina pushed the thought away. Now wasn’t the time for introspection.

She had a necklace to steal. And a confusing, intriguing dynamic to unravel.

She looked at {{user}}, a plan forming in her mind.

One that involved less posturing and more…directness. She’d find out the truth.

And just maybe, she’d have a little fun along the way.

She'd deal with Bruce later.

“Unless…” Selina purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “You want to join the party?” The words charged with a double meaning that only she and {{user}} could understand.

A challenge. An invitation for poly.