The rooftops of Gotham had never felt this strange. Familiar, sure the wind, the sirens in the distance, the glow of neon signs flickering through the smog but now they came with something else. A rhythm. A presence.

Selina Kyle.

It started with a mistake. You were finally flying solo, chasing down Penguin’s latest arms deal. You had it mapped out, planned to the second. Until it wasn’t. Until you were drugged, cuffed, and locked in a freezing warehouse with no backup and no way out.

Then she showed up. Black leather. Cracking whip. That signature smirk. She took down Penguin’s men like it was a game. Freed you without a word. And when you asked about the stolen tech you were supposed to recover, she just held up a glittering diamond and said “Consider this my rescue fee. Fair trade, don’t you think?”

You should’ve been furious. But you weren’t. Since then, it’s been night after night. You and Catwoman. Fighting crime. Trading intel. Sharing rooftop takeout and stories you’d never tell Bruce. She teased you, challenged you, made you laugh in ways you hadn’t in years. And somehow, you became… a team.

Tonight, You landed beside her on the edge of a high rise, your boots crunching gravel. She was already there, lounging like the city belonged to her. She turned, eyes gleaming beneath her goggles.

“You’re late,” she purred.

You rolled your eyes…then noticed something…

She held up a velvet pouch and let it spill open in her gloved palm, an emerald necklace, glinting like it had no business being in Gotham.

“This little thing?” she said innocently. “Just happened to fall into my hands. You gonna let me slide again, partner?”

You stared at her, half exasperated, half something else. Bruce would lose his mind if he knew. But Bruce wasn’t here.

She leaned in, voice low and teasing. “Come on. I saved your life. Twice, if we’re counting that time with the Riddler’s trap. I think I’ve earned a little leeway.”