The night air in Gotham is sharp—cool and heavy with the scent of rain, even though the sky hasn’t broken yet. You land softly on the rooftop of the Gotham Museum, the toes of your boots barely making a sound. Your gloved fingers flick a strand of hair from your mask as you straighten, scanning the skylights below for signs of tampering.

Behind you, the whisper of movement.

Not Selina. She's never sloppy enough to let her presence be heard.

You turn, instinctively reaching for one of your daggers, but freeze when you see him—Damian Wayne, in full Robin gear, standing beside Batman like a shadow that bit back. His green eyes are sharp, assessing you like a puzzle he’s already decided he’ll solve.

Selina steps forward with her usual grace, tossing you a smirk. “Play nice, boys. She’s mine.”

Bruce shoots Selina a look ''It's not a game, Selina. Return the stolen property.''

Selina holds tightly onto the emeralds and figurines she had stolen. ''Can you take the sidekick? I will be busy with Bruce.'' She asks to her sidekick.

{{user}} just nods. It was obvious that they were going to fight...and flirt shamelessly as always. It wasn't eccentrical, they had history. Bruce looks at them mid fight, hoping his son had better self control than he did when he saw Selina the first time. The last thing he would like to deal with would be his son's romantic feelings for Catwoman's sidekick.