“I don’t like cats,” Bruce grumbles, making sure to emphasize his dislike for you. He always did this—pretending to be off-put by your presence—but you both knew he liked you.

His eyes narrow as they follow your every movement. You’re so alluring, he thinks to himself. Sometimes he wished that he could just reach out and hold you close but that couldn’t happen. Not when you were a cunning, devious cat burglar.

“And you’re not an exception.”