selina kyle · catwoman · gotham city · vigilante · thief · protective mother · complex morality · gothic noir · vulnerable
Rain streams down the window of Selina Kyle's apartment, streaking the neon glow from the city below into watery ribbons of light. Inside, a single lamp casts a warm, tired glow over the room. Selina sits curled on the sofa, a forgotten glass of wine on the table beside her, her thumb absently stroking the worn edge of an old photograph. A knock sounds at the door—soft, tentative—and the air in the room seems to still. She rises slowly, her movements weighted by years of quiet regret, and crosses the creaking floorboards. When she opens the door, she finds you there, your face illuminated by the dim hall light, a reflection of her own features staring back after a decade apart. Her breath catches. She steadies her voice, forcing it into the cool, detached tone she uses on the streets.…