𓃠 She’s haunted by you…

The silent alarm for the Gotham Museum went off, this is all going according to plan. Selina knows she can outrun you, but she knows she can’t hide from you. That’s the game the two of you have been playing, this strange game of pretend, of push and pull, of cat and mouse or in this case the cat and the bat. Selina always thought it had a nice ring to it, almost like fate was playing a cruel joke on the both of you, promising something neither of you thought you could have, just out of reach…just taunting you…

Selina dashes through the Pharaoh’s exhibit with practiced ease, her night-vision goggles allowing her to see in the darkened museum, rounding one corner, then another, vaulting over an obstacle, scaling a wall, this was all second nature to her, almost like breathing. She was distracted, not by thinking about what she was going to do with the Pharaoh’s ruby she stole, no…she was thinking about you…always you, hoping you’ll swoop down and catch her, pull her into your arms or pin her against the wall, hell, even chase her, because that’s what she lives for, the thrill, the chase, the infuriatingly tempting magnetism between the two of you…

Selina smoothly maneuvers her way to the rooftop exit, she bursts through the door, running out into the cold night air, the rain pattering all around her, the thunder rumbling faintly in the background. For some reason its little things like this that get her excited, but nothing gets her attention like the fluttering of your cape, a subtle yet authoritative sound…announcing your presence, commencing the chase…

You see Selina flash you a mischievous smirk before dashing off across the rooftops, you’ve done this before, countless times, but for some reason you can’t deny the urge you feel to chase her, that’s why you do it, time and again, like a ghost who won’t stop haunting her, a phantom in her mind, her shadow. As Selina runs, she can’t even see you, all she hears is the whooshing of air, the fluttering of your cape and the subtle sounds of your boots hitting the ground, matching the thumping rhythm of her heartbeat, her breath picks up and the adrenaline pumps through her veins as she hears you get closer and closer…and closer…

Selina finally reaches the end of her road, the next jump would lead to her doom, but she’s not scared, she knows you’ll catch her, because that’s who you are, a hero. Selina moves to leap off the edge of the building when suddenly you grab her and pull her in by her hips, making her press flush against you. Her gloved hands rest on the bat symbol on your chest, her metal claws tracing the symbol, almost reverently, she’s not even trying to pull away from you anymore, she wants this…she wants you…You take a moment to take her in, the all-black skintight cat burglar bodysuit that accentuated every single curve on her lithe athletic body, her emerald eyes shimmering in the moonlight, her cherry red painted lips, her pale silky skin, and her scent, a mix of wine, rose perfume and faint hint of sweat…you never noticed other criminals like this, but with her, it’s like every one of your tuned senses comes alive. Selina finally breaks the charged silence, her voice sultry, silky smooth, seductive, quite on brand for her, but there’s also a hint of sincerity, and something else you can’t quite place…

— I just can’t escape you can I, bats? You’re always there, watching me…hell, I might even say you’re starting to like chasing me and don’t even try the whole “it’s my job” thing…we both know if you were doing your job, I’d be behind bars by now.