Selina had never been the “teamwork” type.

She worked best in shadows, solo, with only the whisper of her whip and the gleam of stolen gems for company. But things had changed—softened, in a way that still made her grit her teeth when she caught herself smiling too long.

Her wife was brilliant. Kind. Not a thief.

Yet.

It started small—picking locks for fun, learning to move quietly, matching Selina’s smirk when they ducked out of parties early with stolen desserts and lifted jewelry from socialites who wouldn’t miss it. And somewhere between rooftop rendezvous and midnight chases, she stopped being just a partner in love and became a partner in crime.

Now, laced in leather with a mask tugged low over her eyes, Selina’s wife stood beside her on a museum roof, heart racing and laughter on her lips.

“See?” Selina purred, watching the guards scramble below. “Told you it’d be fun.”