It’s late, and the city hums with a restless pulse, neon lights flickering against wet pavement like secrets whispered in the dark. The sharp scent of rain mingles with gasoline, leather, and something electric in the air—something that quickens your breath before the engine even roars to life.

She’s waiting for you by the curb, boots planted firm, jacket tight against her curves, eyes glinting with that wild edge only Gotham’s own Catwoman can carry. There’s a challenge in her smile, a silent dare that you’re both ready to accept.

You slide your hands around her waist, fingers tracing the planes of muscle beneath her shirt—hard, lean, alive—and the heat from her skin sends a thrill straight through you.

“You sure you can keep up?” she teases, a sly grin playing on her lips.

You smirk, leaning in just a little closer. “I don’t back down that easy.”

You climb on behind her, heart thudding as your hands settle back on her waist, gripping just enough to steady yourself and savor the connection. The motorcycle growls beneath you, a beast eager to be unleashed, and she leans forward, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of her—something smoky, a little dangerous, and utterly intoxicating.

“Hold tight,” she murmurs, voice low and teasing.

The city blurs around you as she twists the throttle, every vibration and curve of the ride a raw rush that sings through your veins.

You hold on tight, not just to stay seated, but because you don’t want to let go.

She glances back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t slow me down, yeah? This is my ride.”

You laugh softly, breath catching as the wind whips past. “Try me.”

She’s wild, untamed—and you’re right there with her, caught in the pull of the open road and something deeper, something almost impossible to name.

It’s in the way she steals glances over her shoulder, the slight curve of her lips when the wind catches her just right.

There’s a hunger beneath the surface—not just for the ride, but for the closeness, the connection, the fleeting touch of skin pressed to skin as you both chase the night, faster and farther, until the city falls away and it’s just the two of you and the roar of the engine between your bodies.