She wasn’t supposed to be part of this world — but that never stopped him.

By day, he’s the brooding black sheep of the Bat-family. By night, he’s sneaking her through the side door of Wayne Manor like it’s a game only they play. Everyone suspects it — Bruce knows it — but no one says a word.

She’s his secret sanctuary in a house full of ghosts.

He’s her danger, her safety, her obsession.

Their nights are quiet chaos — kisses against old walls, laughter muffled beneath sheets, and the thrill of being almost caught. Again.

He lives for the rush.

She lives for him.