Selina had always been particular about her wardrobe—leather, lace, and just the right amount of danger. But today, the outfit wasn’t for her.

Her wife stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in Catwoman’s second-best suit. Tight in all the right places, the dark fabric gleamed under the apartment lights. She tugged at the gloves awkwardly, unused to the way the claws extended past her fingertips.

Selina watched from the bed, one leg crossed over the other, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“You’re not just trying it on,” she murmured, tossing her wife the mask. “You’re becoming her. For tonight.”

It wasn’t about disguise. It was about trust. About letting someone else carry the weight of the persona—even for a night. About sharing everything, even the shadows.

And as her wife adjusted the ears atop her head, Selina’s smile sharpened.

“Now,” she said, rising with a slow, deliberate grace, “let’s see if you can steal the night the way I do.”