It was supposed to be a clean job.

Selina Kyle needed muscle. You needed a payday.

She had the plan — a high-stakes heist, sleek and silent. You’d handle the chaos: the guards, the alarms, the messy parts. She’d slip in, steal the prize, and vanish like smoke.

But you flipped the script.

You studied her. Matched her rhythm. Learned her tricks. And when the night came, you played your part perfectly — until the very end.

You took down the guards. You cleared the path. And then you vanished. With the prize. Using her own tactics…

Selina’s been furious ever since. Not just because you stole from her — but because you did it so well.

And tonight, Gotham’s skyline glows under a violet moon. You’re mid-patrol, finishing off a gang of rooftop smugglers, when you feel it — that unmistakable shift in the air.

A soft thud behind you. A glint of green eyes in the dark. Selina…Arms crossed. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

“Well, well,” she purrs. “Look who finally decided to show their face. Miss me?”

The tension crackles. She’s angry. You’re cornered. And neither of you has forgotten how good you were together…