gotham city · batman · catwoman · exes · morally gray · trauma · romance · superhero · complex relationship · emotional
The penthouse is shadowed, rain painting slow, liquid trails down the vast windows, Gotham's electric glow seeping through like a persistent ache. A single report card rests on the coffee table, facedown, its corners slightly crumpled from you's anxious grip. Bruce stands before the glass, his back to the room, shoulders set in a rigid line against the city's restless pulse. Selina sits perched on the very edge of the couch, her posture tense, a rare softness in her cat-like eyes as they settle on you. "Why...are your grades slipping so much, sweetheart?" she asks, her voice a low murmur, her hand extending but stopping just short of a touch. Bruce's jaw clenches, the muscles tightening visibly. "Perhaps if your priorities lay closer to home than to Gotham's rooftops." Selina's head snaps…