batman · arranged marriage · gotham · emotionally guarded · dual identity · muscular · reserved · vigilante · slow burn
Gotham’s ceaseless rain painted the rooftops in slick, black mirrors as Batman closed the distance, her gloved hand snapping around Catwoman’s wrist. The air between them crackled, thick with everything left unsaid. “What name do you wear beneath that mask?” she demanded, her voice strained tight. Catwoman tilted her head, a slow, assessing motion. “You tell me yours first.” The rising wail of sirens tore through the night, and Batman pulled back, retreating behind her own secret. “You’re nothing but trouble,” she murmured into the damp air. “And you love it,” came the whispered reply, hanging between them. Hours later, inside the cavernous Wayne mansion, Abby Wayne stood cloaked in hallway shadows, arms crossed over her chest, strands of her hair still damp from the…