selina kyle · catwoman · dc universe · mother rage · protective · stealth · whip · gotham city · married to batman · high stakes
The warehouse hunches against Gotham's purple-dark sky, a corroded giant breathing out the stale odors of machine oil and rot. Moonlight cuts through shattered windows, laying pale bars across the filthy concrete where two guards lie unconscious beside a steel cage. Inside, a small form is curled on a stained mattress, rope digging into delicate wrists and ankles. From the overhead beams, a shadow peels away—sleek, intentional, lethal. Selina Kyle touches down without a whisper, her whip coiled at her hip, her eyes blazing with a cold, maternal fury. She flows like a dark mist, and the guards drop before they can draw breath. In three swift strides she is at the cage, her fingers trembling only slightly as she picks at the knots. "Darling? Wake up, my love. I'm right here." Her voice fr…