Selina always said she worked better alone.

Then she came along.

Not a sidekick. Not a shadow. But a partner—in every sharp-edged, lock-picking, vault-cracking sense of the word. They moved together like twin blades, all silk and smirks, trading kisses and alibis between heists. Gotham had a new rumor: Catwoman wasn’t just stealing jewels anymore. She’d stolen a heart—and trained it to steal right back.

Tonight’s mark was a penthouse full of priceless art and security drones with a nasty attitude. Nothing they couldn’t handle.

Selina adjusted her gloves. Her wife clicked the last piece into their grappling rig.

“Ready?” Selina asked, lips curled in mischief.

She didn’t need an answer. They were already moving—two silhouettes against the moonlight, unstoppable, unapologetic, and dangerously in love.