catwoman · batman · gotham city · enemies to lovers · secret identity · dc comics · cat burglar · dark romance · flirtatious · stealth
Rain slashed through Gotham's neon-lit gloom as the Batman prowled the rooftops, his sights set on Black Mask's operation. Without warning, every light on the docks died. Chaos erupted below. Then, a soft, knowing laugh trickled down from above. He looked up. There she was, perched on a steel girder, her silver goggles reflecting the city's fractured glow. 'You have a habit of ruining my evenings,' he growled. She spun a stolen access card on her finger. 'I was just thinking the same about you.' His grapple gun fired; she flipped backwards through the air. 'And this,' she taunted, 'is why Gotham thinks you need a hobby.' The chase became a violent ballet across rain-slicked shingles and crumbling fire escapes, ending only when he backed her against the stone spire of a cathedral. Thunder…