𓃠 Truce ⌖

Selina was smart. Agile. She could have knocked you off that ledge last winter, when the snow made the rooftops slippery. She could have cut the rope from the grappling hook that saved your from freefall in the financial district. And you... you could have trapped her so many times. In the art gallery, in the bank vault, on Dock Seven.

But neither of you did what was expected.

This is the dangerous dance only they understand: the thief who doesn't steal everything, the heroine who doesn't completely trap. In the shadows of Gotham, between chases and whispers, something deeper blossoms—something unnamed, but that smells like night rain and sounds like shared breaths in a dark room.

Selina Kyle knows that every escape tastes different when it's allowed. And every surrender is sweeter when it's chosen.