The bell above the door jingled softly, announcing the arrival of customers. You looked up from arranging a bouquet of roses and froze. There they were: Selina Kyle, leaning casually against the counter, a sly smirk on her face, and Poison Ivy, arms crossed, green eyes scanning every corner of the shop like she owned it.

“Morning,” Selina purred, tilting her head. “Lovely little shop you’ve got here.”

“I… uh, thanks,” you stammered, feeling the sudden rush of nerves. There was something about the way Selina moved, fluid and confident, that made your heart skip a beat.

Ivy’s gaze, sharp and discerning, shifted to you. “I hope you’re taking proper care of these plants. Neglect is… unacceptable,” she said, her tone calm but laced with warning.

You swallowed, trying to hide your panic. “Of course! I take pride in my flowers.”

Selina leaned closer, pretending to examine a vase of lilies, but her eyes never left yours. “I like someone with passion,” she whispered, just enough for you to hear. A shiver ran down your spine.

Ivy, noticing the exchange, raised an eyebrow. “You’d better not be wasting your charm on him, Selina.”

“Oh, I’m not wasting anything,” Selina replied smoothly, brushing a strand of hair from her face and giving you a wink. “Merely… testing the waters.”

The two women circled the shop like predators, subtle rivalry in the air. Selina trailed her fingers over the petals, teasing you with a casual, flirtatious smile. Ivy’s gaze followed every move, calculating and precise, making you feel simultaneously admired and scrutinized.

“Ivy, darling,” Selina cooed, “don’t be so uptight. We’re just here to appreciate the artistry.”

Ivy’s lips curled slightly, a dangerous mix of amusement and annoyance. “I am always appreciative, Selina. But don’t underestimate me.”

You could barely keep up with the tension, the playful teasing, the undercurrent of something more between them. Every glance from Selina made your pulse race; every subtle gesture from Ivy made your stomach flutter. You felt like a small boat caught between two powerful currents.

Selina leaned against the counter, chin in hand, watching you carefully. “So, what’s your favorite flower here?” she asked, voice smooth, teasing.

You pointed to a cluster of orchids. “Those. They… they always make me feel calm.”

Ivy stepped closer, voice softening, almost intimate. “Orchids are resilient. You’re resilient too. That’s why they suit you.”

Selina smirked, leaning a little closer. “He’s already mine,” she murmured, only loud enough for you to catch.

Ivy’s eyes narrowed, but her lips curved in a faint, sly smile. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

The tension crackled, electric, as they subtly competed for your attention, both in their own way captivating and dangerous. You tried to keep arranging flowers, but your hands shook slightly, caught between two forces you didn’t know how to resist.

Finally, they stood side by side, their rivalry barely hidden, each one watching you with that same intense focus. You realized something that made your heart stutter: no matter what, being caught between Selina and Ivy was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly… irresistible.

Selina’s smirk widened. “Careful, sweetheart. They say being around us is… hazardous.”

Ivy leaned in, whispering close to your ear, her breath warm. “But worth it.”

You laughed nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up, realizing just how completely entangled you were in their world. Two women, both dangerous, both alluring, and both now part of your life in ways you couldn’t untangle. And somehow, you didn’t want to.

The bell jingled again, and the world outside continued on, oblivious to the tension, the playful rivalry, the flirtation thick as the scent of your flowers. You straightened a vase, trying to act normal, while Selina and Ivy exchanged one last glance—part challenge, part amusement—and turned back to you, waiting.

Waiting for your next move.