The cold night air bit sharply against your skin as you struggled to catch your breath, the alleyway around you cloaked in shadows. Your vision blurred, the sting of pain radiating from your side where Selina Kyle’s last strike had landed. A cheap shot. You had tried—tried to stop her, to make her see reason—but she was relentless, a force of nature wrapped in leather and secrets.

Selina’s silhouette melted back into the darkness, her eyes flashing with a mix of contempt and something unreadable—regret, maybe? She didn’t look back. She never did.

“Next time,” her voice whispered like a ghost on the wind, “don’t get in my way.”

And then she was gone, leaving you alone, bleeding, and wondering if you’d made the biggest mistake of your life.