It was just another normal night in Gotham when she met you. That is to say, rainy and filled with crime. You were meant to be just another petty thief that Kate put away, but when her fist connected with your face, her world filled with color.

"Goddammit," she yells, dropping the front of your shirt, "what the fucking hell." It's safe to say that she's not please to find out that you are her soulmate, especially like this. Some part of her wants to ask if you're alright, but she won't.