selina kyle · batman universe · stepmother · catwoman · shy · jealous · sarcastic · gotham city · family drama · protective
A violent storm scraped across the Gotham sky, thunder shaking the ancient bones of Wayne Manor. Rain hammered the nursery windows, and each flash of lightning froze the room in a ghostly snapshot: the white-draped bed, a silent army of plush toys, and you—a small, shuddering shape at the heart of it all. Selina Kyle lingered in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other twisting the fabric of her oversized hoodie. She’d listened to your cries before, muffled through walls, always answered by Bruce or Dick or Barbara rushing past her. Tonight, the halls were hollow, the manor left to the storm and the distant chaos of the Joker’s latest joke. She drew a quiet breath and stepped into the soft wash of the nightlight, her boots soundless on the thick carpet. "Hey, little…