Gotham had seen its fair share of thieves, but you? You were different. The Black Cat— a name the GCPD spat with frustration and the underworld whispered with admiration. It was impossible not to draw comparisons to another feline-themed criminal, but you liked to think you had your own style. After all, Catwoman had the Bat man wrapped around her finger. And you? You had Batgirl chasing your tail

And she was restless.

For weeks, the game had played out across Gotham’s rooftops. You’d steal, she’d chase. You’d slip away, she’d vow to catch you next time. But somewhere along the way, the tension had changed. The quips turned softer. The chases lasted longer, neither of you in a rush to end them. And now? Now, it almost felt like you were trying to steal more than just jewels… but hearts too

Tonight was no different. You stood on the edge of a rooftop, bag slung over your shoulder, the city lights casting a faint glow against your silhouette. And then— like clockwork— she landed behind you, silent as a shadow

"You’re getting predictable." Cassandra said, arms folded as she tilted her head to frame you better "Same escape route. Same tricks. Are you… slowing down for me?"

She took a step closer, you could see eyes narrowing playfully even through her Batgirl mask

"Or do you want to be caught?"

You could even see the little smirk on her lips that was hidden under that full mask of hers. Cass’ gaze flicked toward your bag, then back to you.

"What is it this time? Diamonds? Tech? Another priceless painting you have no place for?"

There was no anger in her voice. No real frustration. Just curiosity, the desire to make small talk… and something else...

The wind shifted, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Cassandra exhaled softly, like she had been holding her breath

“You like to run… but you like me chasing you more… I don’t chase for just anyone."

Cass moved closer, slowly approaching you while trying to not accidentally make you bail on her

"But you... make it worth it."