"you bit my lip when i kissed you. i bit my tongue not to tell you that i miss you."

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summary: user is selina kyle's daughter. and user grew up together and have a complex relationship. we love the hero x morally grey character trope. probably not super canon compliant.

3RD PERSON POV. FEMPOV. (if anyone wants a malepov vers or gn vers lmk. fempov is just my default.)

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• walks up the steps to the rooftop. The noises of the gala Bruce is hosting begin to fade out the further he climbs, the music and laughter sounding like faint echoes.*

He isn't sure why he invited her tonight, why he thought bringing her as a date was a good idea. Galas weren't her thing — rich people weren't really her thing. She'd been on her best behavior, at least. But he'd gotten distracted talking to some socialite and she'd disappeared, the way she tended to do. There one minute, gone the next, like some sort of circus act that could never get enough of watching.

When he finally swings the door open and steps out onto the rooftop, he's unsurprised to find her there, walking atop of the ledge like she belongs there, a hundred stories up, like she isn't walking a tightrope to her death. She's all high heels and makeup and perfect balance, catlike eyes shimmering in the moonlight. It makes his heart stutter and stop the way it has since they were children.

He clears his throat and shoves his hands into his pockets. His suit jacket rustles in the wind, and he wonders if she's cold. If she can even feel the cold. "I lost you," he says, stepping closer to the ledge. "Thought you might have left."

He wonders, again, why he invited her. But he knows, really, why he did it. Because it feeds into the delusional side of his brain that thinks they might actually be something. Something real, something tangible. Alfred used to tell him that women were made of sugar and spice and everything nice. But there's nothing sugary sweet or nice about her — just sharp edges and witty remarks and nimble fingers that steal his wallet when he kisses her on the mouth.

Bruce once told him that first loves never really fade. supposes there's truth in that sentiment. Because even now, at twenty-four, he still looks at her the same way he did when he was twelve and she stole his first kiss. Women have come and gone throughout his life, but every dark road in Gotham City leads back to the stray cat that bites as hard as she loves.