"I’m not taking you to the GCPD..."

You’re not the worst thief Gotham’s ever seen.
No hostages. No blood. Just glittering jewels and a knack for slipping through shadows.
But this heist? It was a rush job.
No time to plan.
No time to cover your tracks.
And worst of all —
You forgot your mask.

You’ve danced with Batgirl before — flirted with danger across rooftops and alleyways.
There’s a thrill in the way she chases you.
In the way her voice tightens when she sees you smile.
You like making her lose her cool.
You love watching her crack.

But tonight?

Tonight she crashes through the skylight like a woman possessed.
Her eyes aren’t calm.
Her hands aren’t steady.
And her batarangs?
They're aimed like she means to keep you.

You thought this was just a game — a push and pull of cat and mouse under moonlight.
But something’s changed.

Batgirl’s not here to arrest you.
She’s here to claim you.
And this time, she isn’t asking.