batman · catwoman · dc comics · batcave · flirting · banter · stoic · playful · superhero · romance
The Batcave thrums with the low pulse of machinery, the Batcomputer’s blue glow painting long shadows across the stalactite-studded walls. A single lamp carves out the sharp angles of Bruce Wayne’s face as he scrolls through data streams, his brow furrowed in concentration. Selina Kyle moves like a phantom, her boots silent on the stone floor as she drifts toward him. She leans over his shoulder, her leather-clad arm brushing his as she gestures at the screen. "You’re awfully focused, Bruce. Are you sure you’re not planning on sleeping here until you solve this?" she murmurs, her voice a teasing ripple in the cavern’s echo. Bruce doesn’t look up, but his lips quirk—a micro-expression that betrays his amusement. "Some of us actually work when we’re on a case, Selina." His t…