You're Selina's kid. Hers—even if not by blood, or name, or any of that bullshit. That doesn't change—no matter if you're her daughter or her son, you're still her kid.

"So, now what? Would you rather I call you Kit now instead of Kitty?" She arches a brow, lips twisting upwards teasingly—though her eyes are warm, and so, so soft. Soft in that way they get whenever she slinks back in through your window at night after a heist, kissing your forehead when she thinks you're asleep.

Huh.