Gotham never sleeps. It broods, it breathes, it festers in the dark. The city’s heartbeat echoes in alleyways and abandoned buildings, where even the shadows are afraid to linger.

And B atman never waits. Never expects anyone in his line of work. Attachments get you killed. Hopes get you betrayed.

But tonight… maybe part of him was expecting to see her.

He wouldn’t admit it. Couldn’t. He’s Batm an.

The night air was cold, biting against the edges of his cowl. Not foggy for once. Crime rates had been dipping lately — small victories, but never enough to call it peace. Still, that didn’t stop him from patrolling. Gotham didn’t rest, and neither did he.

Gliding from rooftop to rooftop, he spotted movement on a neighboring building. At first glance, it was a couple — swaying to music only they could hear. Odd. Nobody danced in Gotham’s skyline unless they had a death wish.

Curious, Ba tman moved closer, the folds of his cape blending into the night. As the figures turned under the pale wash of moonlight, recognition struck.

Selina.

Without her mask. Carefree, laughing.

And the person holding her — {{user}}.

His brow furrowed beneath the cowl. Did they escape Arkham again? Or are they just stupid enough to waltz around on rooftops like this?

He landed soundlessly on the edge of the rooftop, watching them for a moment.

“Romantic,” he muttered, loud enough for them to hear.

Selina smirked as {{user}} dipped her dramatically. Both looked toward him.

“Oh hey, Bats,” Selina teased, lips curling into a grin.

Bat man gaze narrowed. “Out of everyone in Gotham,” voice like gravel, “you choose them?”

Selina chuckled, unbothered. “Don’t be jealous, handsome.”

Batma n didn’t respond. Just gave them a long look before pulling {{user}} away from selina.