#selina kyle x y/n

[super-marvel-dc]

*Barry, and Y/N talking*

Pietro: *Runs up to Y/N and puts his arm around them* sup.

Y/N. *Stares at Pietro in shock and confusion* Pietro? What are you doing here?

Barry, slightly jealous: You know him?

Y/N, to Barry: Yeah... He's my ex... *Laughs awkwardly, and shrugs Pietro's arm off their shoulders*

Pietro, joking: Ouch, I thought you still loved me!

Barry, to Pietro: Sorry, buddy, but they're with me now.

Y/N: *Backs away slowly* I'm gonna go shopping, you guys have fun, uh, talking...

Y/N: *Bumps into someone* oh my gosh! I'm so sorry-

Y/N: Uh oh...

Loki, grinning: Hello, love.

Pietro, and Barry: Who's that?!

Y/N: Ehe, my ex... husband...

Pietro, and Barry: You were married?!

Loki: To a god.

Y/N, to Loki: You're not helping the situation.

Selina, walking towards Y/N: Y/N, is that you?

Pietro, Barry, and Loki: *Slowly turns to look at Y/N*

Y/N: I can explain...

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[embrassemoi]

just like think about selina going down on you. slow, wet and sticky, licking you like a kitten. and praising you with sweet sweet words with that demanding voice of hers. she can ruin me

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘

➳❥ top!selina kyle x bottom!fem!reader

cw: notsfw, explicit shameless smut, top/bottom dynamics, oral, vaginal fingering, pwp, nipple play, praise kink, 2k

notes: this is my first time writing a fic in second person, so I hope you guys don’t mind the change ^^ hope you enjoy!

She had been at this for a while now. 

All teasing, positively sadistic in her slow torment, Selina’s feather-light touch ghosted across the outline of your trembling body, trailed the sides in meaningless shapes and patterns. Her sharp nails raked over anticipatingly, settling at the base of your hips and squeezing at the soft skin, feeling it rise and prickle with goosebumps. The gentle caress compared to the biting contrast of the light scratch marks left from her nails made you choke down a guttural whine at the stinging feeling. 

Your legs were forced wide, spread on your shared bed as Selina’s hand slid downwards and palmed gently against the curve of your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties – just barely brushing over your clit. You gasped, body tensing, then relaxing at the contact until she pulled away, thumb returning to trace indolent yet harsh circles into your inner thigh – dangerously close. 

Selina dragged the tip of her tongue against the front of her teeth, smirking to herself as she watched you attempt to grind against her hand, frantic to placate that persistent throb of her clit and the insatiable yearning to feel full – stretched and come undone. But your efforts proved useless, letting out an exasperated moan once hearing Selina’s soft chuckle. 

Your anguish only delighted her, eyes flickering up pointedly. 

“Please,” you murmured, cracking out a plea between harsh breaths. “Selina – touch me please.” 

“But you look so pretty like this,” she mused, mirth lacing her voice.  

Selina hovered over her, nearly straddling her as she pushed herself up, grasping your face and forcing you to look her straight on. 

Your foreheads pressed together and Selina’s tongue flicked out, licking at your parted lips and moaning sweetly, “My pretty girl –“

Eagerly kissing her, you let Selina’s tongue slide over your own, relishing the warmth of her mouth and losing yourself completely when Selina mumbled, breath turning increasingly laboured with low groans of satisfaction. Her teeth scraped across your bottom lip, biting, tugging and letting it snap back. 

You partially whined in frustration, attempting to buckle up to her – give each other pleasure, but Selina broke the kiss, propping herself using her elbow while letting the rest of her weight pinned your body down to get you to stop moving. 

“Selina, come on, I need you,” you whined, now grasping at her chest and shoulders. You were beyond impatient, too gone from the relentless teasing that rendered you too desperate to care about shamelessly begging and giving into exactly what she wanted. 

“You’re so impatient, baby,” said Selina as her fingers tracing your mouth. 

A dark thrill ran through you, feeling Selina’s head dip, giving the contour of your neck a long drag of her tongue; slow, wet, hot – shuddering at the sensation before feeling her drag and kiss down to her collarbone and chest. 

“Tell me exactly what you need,” she whispered, voice almost breaking from how soft it was. Her fingers reached to pinch at her nipple, rolling her palm over the hardened nub at an agonizingly slow pace. “Come on baby,” she urged, “tell me… let me make you feel so good. Let me taste you.” 

A sharp moan tumbled from your mouth, hands gripping the bedsheets in a weak mewl and legs instinctively speaking farther – shaking as the pressure built between her, but never to reach the point of being enough. 

Her mouth opened, hand soothing over the curve of your breast and smirking as she glided her tongue over your nipple, teeth just grazing it – twisting it between her mouth and loving the way you quivered, squirming from her touch. 

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Selina purred, sighing once returning to palm over your pussy and feeling you still clothed. “Let me make you come, baby – give you what you need.” 

Everything felt like a mess – throbbing, pounding –  screaming, hoping to chase even the slightest pressure to alleviate that building tension – 

Fuck, it was both too much and not enough. 

“Yes,” you plead, trying to sound as firm as possible through breathless pants,“– fuck me, let me come please please please –” 

It came out as a sob, a pathetic one that Selina always managed to coax out. 

Her touch left you for a second – mind whirling, trying to process Selina’s fingers hooking under your panties, pulling them down and doesn’t spare a moment as the tip of her fingers, two nails shortened compared to the rest of her stiletto shaped nails, reached your slit, dropping and sliding it through your slick, hot cunt. 

“Shit,” she breathed, eyes flickering up to you as she stroked you. “Is this all for me?” A knowing smirk. “But I hardly touched you.” 

Dazed, not thinking straight, you let out a strangled hum of confirmation as her fingers inched up, collecting the wetness and finally touching your clit, pressing and rubbing down. 

You felt like the bones in your jaw could have shattered from how hard you clenched it before dropping it open. An aching burn seared through your muscles as the pad of her finger moved in slow, yet tight circles – making obscene sounds as she gave your body what it had been neglected of. 

“So perfect,” Selina said, “So good for me.” 

Feeling weight shift, she dipped lower, moving to settle herself between your legs as her hot breath fanned against your thighs and pussy. 

Allowing you to see for a moment, Selina leaned forward, one hand pushing to spread her wider apart as her jaw opened, tongue poking out and pressing flat against your swollen folds and sliding up – nose bumping across until meeting your throbbing clit – swirling over it in kitten licks. 

The heat was overwhelming, making your body crumple as a ragged cry of blinding relief flooded you. In sloppy haste, you grabbed the underside of your pillow, folding it and pressing it against the side of your face as desperate mewls escaped you. 

“Like that pretty girl?” Selina moaned, the vibrations sending shocks through you while your heart slammed against your sternum. The tone of her voice was infuriatingly casual. 

Selina’s hand slid beneath your thigh, holding them still – drawing her tongue away from the sensitive point of your clit to circle around it temptingly. You almost broke into a real sob, unable to take any more of her teasing. You needly jerked your hips up to her mouth before a finger dragged over your folds again, this time deeper. Gathering the wetness, the tip of Selina’s finger edged you open slowly, then sinking in and out, in and out again and again and again – 

The stretch relaxed the fraught part of you and there was little resistance as Selina continued to ease her finger until completely sheathed. 

Breaking away momentarily, Selina pulled back, watching her finger sink into your pussy with smooth, repetitive motions that sent sparks of ecstasy down your spine at the apex of each thrust. Her other hand kneaded gently at the soft flesh of your hips, seeing stringy remnants of her spit snap and break from your clit, dripping down the sides of your thighs. 

You finally glanced up to see her staring at you, dark and devouring. 

“Fuck me, huh? My baby’s got such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” 

“Selina,” you moaned pitifully, before feeling the pillow being pried from your grasp. 

“None of that,” her voice demeaning, “let me hear you.” 

Her head lowered, tongue fixating back onto your clit and sucked hard. But your moan was abruptly cut – feeling her adding another finger into your cunt and fucking you deeper, harder – her free arm snaking around to pin your hips and stomach to the bed. And you just about lose it. clawing at the sheets and Selina’s hand – going slack and breath catching in your throat mid gasp; becoming silent as every muscle in your body ran through, stimulated at once and everything tensed, stiffen in her firm hold. 

“Look at me.” 

“I’m… I’m– gonna come,” you whispered, voice frantic and rushed and breathless, everything inside you pulling tight and barreling towards an impending high. Mindlessly, you reached for Selina’s hand splayed on her stomach, grip turning to iron. 

“Look at me,” Selina repeated. With heavy lids, your eyes snapped open. Everything became ten folds more intense – your piercing eye contact, your body shaking under Selina’s tight hold. 

“Fuck, oh – I-I’m –” 

A quiet mmhmm sound rumbled in gentle encouragement – Selina taking a second to suck harder on your clit while her fingers curled – ripping a sob out as your body suddenly erupted in hot ecstasy, shattering, coming undone into her mouth. 

All you could process at that moment was Selina: her taste, her touch, her stare – just her. It was too much, beginning to feel your body shake with the shock of a climax still pulsing through you as she continued to suck. Your eyes wanted to snap shut but remained determined on Selina who cooed words of encouragement against you. “Such a good girl, you’re so pretty, all for me.” 

Things return to you slowly, one by one: her tongue still fluttering against your pulsing clit, the angle of her fingers still pressing tight against that spot inside her. Selina’s hold on your body was tight, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them apart. 

Your toes curled, body locking up while rasping her name, flexing every muscle in your body in response to Selina’s touch. 

“You can give me another one, right? I’ll take care of you,” she whispered to you, fingers continuing to pump – waves of euphoria mixed with dull pain suddenly slamming through and tugging at your chest. “My baby takes me so well.” 

You felt dizzy with sensation, shaky as her tongue dragged up your skin and brokenly moaned with debilitating bliss. 

Your pussy spasmed uncontrollably around her fingers, hips buckling under her mouth and unrelenting tongue. Helpless, you cried out – it hurt, hurt so fucking good as your entire body jerked with erratic jolts, wiping your mind completely. Your back arched, spine lifting and coming back down onto the mattress and body overheated, overworked – a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across – boneless and squirming until Selina forcefully pressed you tight against it, whispering mocking praises under her breath as she slowly fucked you through it, hand never faltering to brush across your aching clit. 

• • • •

It was easy to lose count.

Selina ruined you slowly, meticulously – leaving your muscles trembling, aching and taunt in her grasp as the aftershocks of your climaxes rippled through. She always did, without a word, without anything in return – descended down your body, spreading your legs until she was satisfied – without real aim, just licking at your pussy because she wanted to. 

Selina withdrew her fingers, collecting a rather obscene amount of wetness from your slit – causing a shuddered and shocked moan to rip from your mouth at the sudden – nearly abrupt emptiness. Selina brought her fingers to her mouth, still holding your stare as she sucked them clean with a low moan. 

“So sweet and heavenly.” 

She pulled away, licking her lips as she crawled back up over you, positioning herself to hover and pressed lazy kisses, tasing yourself. For a few moments, you both laid in bed, naked and deliciously sore. You buzzed at the whispered praises Selina fed you, curling around her as her arm wrapped securely around you, coming down from your high. 

A calming silence fell between them, filled with a familiarity like an old blanket draped across you both. It allowed you to hear her heart pounding against her chest in a matching rhythmic pattern, feeling the soft strokes of her hand running over her arms and shoulder. 

When you break away, you quietly cleared your throat. 

“Thank you,” you said a little breathlessly, trying to regain composure. 

Selina chuckled, head tilting backwards with a bright smile before nuzzling herself into your neck. “Anything for my baby.” 

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[get-your-fics]

Untouchable

Summary: Selina's a good friend. She's just a little overprotective sometimes, that's all.

Pairing: Dark!Selina Kyle x fem!reader

Word count: 16k (it's a monster lol)

Warnings: Dub-con/non-con, scissoring, sex toys, squirting, stalking, violence, blood, implied drugging, possessive behavior, overstimulation, use of the d slur

Note: this is a part of me and @bamposworld's pride month collab! 🌈 i did not expect for it to get this out of hand so i hope the build up was worth it :)

You stared at yourself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your face was caked in so many layers of foundation, it looked waxy. You’d put on so much mascara to the point where your lashes were clumping together. You’d painted your lips a fire truck red and bought a cheap wig, framing your face with stiff, plastic curls.

Normally, you wouldn’t go this overboard, but your new employer had told you the men who go to the Iceberg Lounge weren’t interested in natural women.

“If that was the case, they’d stay at home with their wives,” Penguin had roared, lighting the end of the cigar stuck in his mouth.

Tonight was your first shift, eight long hours from nine pm to five am without breaks. This job wasn’t your first choice (though you doubted it was any of the girls’ in the dressing room with you either), but it was the only one you had. Finding honest work in a crime ridden city like Gotham was like finding a needle in a haystack.

But you were in desperate need of money. Making enough just to have a roof over your head and food in your belly was a hard task already, but add saving up to leave Gotham and go to school into the equation, and that made for an even harder feat. You’d have to get off your high horse and debase yourself by working in one of Gotham’s seediest establishments if you wanted a chance of succeeding.

For the first time, you were glad your mother didn’t live to see you now. Lord knows she was probably rolling in her grave as it was.

The door to the dressing room slammed open, and a cloud of cheap perfume wafted in as a group of girls entered. The incessant thumping bass of the music in the club grew louder for a second until the door swung closed behind them, muffling the noise again to a dull murmur. Their tittering ceased when they spotted you, and they stopped in their tracks.

“New girl, if Penguin sees you hiding in the dressing room, he’ll throw you out before you can even put your heels on,” one of them snapped in a nasally voice.

“Yeah, your shift started ten minutes ago!” another piled on.

“Oh, sorry.” You stood up, flustered.

The first girl who spoke grimaced at you. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

You looked down at your frumpy dress and shrugged sheepishly. “It was all I had.” It wasn’t like you could just go out and buy a new dress for work.

She wrinkled her nose. “Nevermind, take as much time as you need.” Her friends snickered behind you.

You watched them strut past you in the mirror, nearly smacking you in the face as they flipped their hair over their shoulders. “Why did Penguin even hire her?” you heard one hiss. They congregated in the corner by the clothing racks, whispering behind their hands and glaring in your direction every now and then.

Your breathing started to quicken, the first sign of an oncoming panic attack. You reached for something, anything, you could use to distract yourself and grabbed the first thing your hand made contact with: a tube of lipstick. You uncapped it and pursed your lips, overlining them to make them look bigger, plumper, more appetizing—

“Overdoing it a little, are we?”

You looked up from your reflection to see someone standing behind you. You hadn’t even noticed her sneaking up on you, and judging by how slim and lean she was, you could see why. She must be light on her feet, silent even in her high heels.

Your eyes met her smoky, brown ones in the mirror. She had fine features like a cat, her cheekbones so pronounced they could probably cut diamonds. She had on a bright pink China doll wig, which you were sure would look ridiculous on anyone else, but she rocked it like a cutting edge fashion model, the blunt ends making her jaw look even that much sharper.

If this was the caliber of beauty Penguin expected from his girls, you might as well just quit while you were ahead.

You twisted around in your chair to face her. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

She quirked a brow at you. “Not if you plan on making money tonight.”

Your face heated up in embarrassment. “Is it really that bad?”

“You look like if Ronald McDonald was a sex doll,” she deadpanned.

You blanched, and she burst into laughter. “Don’t worry, I’m sure some guy out there is into that.” She grabbed a makeup wipe from nearby. “Here.”

Without warning, she started swiping at your face. You just sat there, too stunned by her brazenness to move or tell her to stop.

“You’re the new girl, right?” Her gaze was intensely trained on her hand as it worked. “I’m Selina, by the way.”

You nodded and told her your name. You did your best to not move under her hand, practically holding your breath to stay still.

“Well, new girl, don’t pay those washed up hags in the corner any mind.” She jutted her head in the direction of the girls who’d passed you earlier. “They’re just jealous.”

You stopped yourself from gawking at her. “Jealous? Of me?”

She hummed in confirmation. “Close.”

It took you a second to realize she meant your eyes. You did as she said, and she started rubbing at your mascara. “Why?”

“Because they start shaking in their four-inch heels any time fresh meat enters this dressing room,” she said. “They’ve been here for years. It’s only a matter of time before customers get bored of them and Penguin kicks them to the curb.”

The pressure on your eyes disappeared as she pulled her hand away. “Is this makeup yours?”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked at the makeup on the counter she was pointing to. You nodded, and she started rifling through it, finding what she needed before redoing what she had removed.

You glanced at the girls she was talking about out of the corner of your eye. You noticed crow’s feet by their eyes and smoker lines around their lips upon closer inspection. You tried not to wince. You hoped you weren’t looking at your future, pushing forty and working at a place where beauty and youth were commodities to make ends meet.

Selina pulled back and set the mascara down. “Okay. I worked my magic the best I could.” She leaned over you, hands resting on the arms of your chair. “You ready for the big reveal?”

You nodded. She whirled you around to face the mirror, and your brows shot up your forehead when you came face to face with your reflection. You didn’t recognize yourself for the second time that day, but this time it was because you were surprised you didn’t look like the hot mess you were expecting to see staring back at you.

She’d put just enough makeup to accentuate your features without making you look like a melting figurine. Your lashes were long and thick, but not clumpy. There was a slight shimmer to your skin, like you were glowing. Your lips were a softer shade of red, and she’d stayed within the lines when drawing them on.

You must’ve been silent while gawking at your reflection for too long, because Selina prompted you. “So?” She hovered over you in the mirror, raising a brow. “What do you think?”

“It’s… wow.” You were quite literally at a loss for words. “You did a great job.” You wondered why she was working here when she should be making a living as a makeup artist.

“Well, it was easy, considering I had a flawless base to work with,” she teased with a bright smile.

You ducked your head shyly. Of course, you still were nowhere near as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as she was, but you figured that was out of the realm of possibility.

“Thank you, Selina. For all of this, I mean.” You gestured vaguely to your face. “It was really nice of you.”

“Well, despite what those bitches from earlier made you think, it’s really not that bad around here. You just have to find the right ones to trust.” She smiled at you through the mirror.

You returned it. Your mother had instilled in you that the only kind of people who worked in a place like this were drug addicts and thieves. But you had a hard time envisioning Selina as either.

She tapped her finger against her chin. “But, I can think of a way you could return the favor.”

Your smile dropped, and she grabbed your shoulders, rattling you in your chair. “Oh, don’t look at me like that! It’s nothing bad, I promise.” She laughed. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to stick with me tonight, and we could split the tips at the end.”

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. That didn’t sound like you were doing her a favor at all. If anything, it was the other way around. “I don’t know. That’s really generous of you.”

“Come on! It’s your first night on the job. You need someone to show you the ropes, and lord knows those has-beens aren’t gonna do it.” She rolled her eyes. She leaned down so you were cheek to cheek in the mirror, sticking her bottom lip out and batting her lashes. “Please? Don’t make me beg.”

You tried to bite back a smile, but the corners of your lips still lifted. “Okay,” you gave in.

She squealed and did a little happy dance in place that made you giggle. She stopped and clapped her hands together. “But if you’re going to be seen with me, we need to get you out of that dress. You can borrow one of mine.” She picked up one of the curls of your wig, and it hung limp between her fingers. She let go, and it fell back into place. She scrunched her nose. “We may have to get you a different wig too.”

She gripped the back of your chair, and your fingers dug into the fake leather cushion beneath you as she spun you to face her. She stood straight in front of you, settling her hands on her hips with a sharp exhale. “I have my work cut out for me, so let’s get started before Penguin comes in and finds out we’re not out there yet.”

At the end of the night, Selina handed you your cut of the tips, and you didn’t think you’d ever held more money in your hands in your entire life.

It was a wholly unfair and imbalanced split on Selina’s end, though. She strutted through the club like she owned the place, chatting up regulars like she’d known them for years. You mainly followed in her stead like her shadow, standing behind her as quiet as a dormouse while she carried the conversation.

You held the stacks of cash in your hand out to her. “I can’t accept this.”

She furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about? You earned it.”

You shook your head. “No, I didn’t. You did all the work.”

She huffed. “You’re new. You haven’t learned how to work them over yet.” She placed her hand over yours, curling your fingers around the wads of cash and pushing your fist into your chest. “So cut yourself some slack and take the damn money.”

She let go of your hand, and you looked down at your fist. You tucked the cash into your purse slung over your shoulder. At this rate, you could meet your goal in a matter of months, not the years you’d been expecting.

“Thanks, Selina, really. You don’t know how much this means to me,” you murmured, your voice small. You blinked the tears welling in your eyes away before they could smear your mascara.

“Just promise that when I ask to pair up with you again in the future, you won’t fight me so hard next time?” She looked at you expectantly.

You laughed, swiping at a stray tear before it could fall. “I promise. You’d just guilt me into it again anyway.”

She smirked at you. “You’re a fast learner. You'll be pulling your weight in no time.” She winked at you. “When’s your next shift?”

From then on, you became fast friends. She took you under her wing, teaching you the ins and outs of the Iceberg Lounge, from who the big spenders were to who were wastes of your time. She taught you how to flirt, how to lure patrons in just enough to get them to open their wallets without putting you in danger. She even taught you how to pickpocket.

“You have to go after them when they’re distracted. That’s where you come in.” She patted you on the arm.

You resisted the urge to worry your lip and mess up your lipstick. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” You eyed the man she had picked out as a target.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Please, I do this all the time. It’ll be even easier with a partner.”

You leaned closer to her, keeping your voice low so only she could hear you over the music blasting in the club. “But what if he notices money is missing?” you hissed.

She placed a hand on your shoulder and thumbed in the direction of the man slumped over in the booth. “That guy is so drunk off his ass, he won’t even remember how he made it home tomorrow.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides, all the guys who come here have more than their fill. They won’t notice if we skim a little off the top.”

Despite your initial uneasiness, all her attempts went off without a hitch, and you couldn’t complain about the growing number in your bank account. That was about as dangerous as the job got, besides the times Penguin had you deliver drops to patrons or there was an unruly customer or two.

You supposed your mother was half right. Selina did turn out to be a thief (but a petty one, at least).

You were just relieved to make a friend. That was the last thing you expected to happen in a place like the Iceberg Lounge. Where all the other girls had iced you out, Selina had welcomed you with open arms.

And sure, she could be a little overprotective sometimes, gripping you a little too tight and shooting looks at people who got too close to you. But after your prolonged solitary existence, maybe that’s just what friends were like.

She was your saving grace, your guardian angel, your mama bear. You were hardly in a position to complain about her behavior, bizarre or otherwise.

When you got to the dressing room to clock in for your shift, there was a girl you’d never seen before sitting in your usual spot.

You cautiously approached her. “Hey.” You stood behind her and timidly waved in the mirror. “Are you new here?”

She looked skittish, her eyes shifting from side to side. “Is it obvious?” She spoke with a thick Russian accent.

You shrugged sheepishly. “I just haven’t seen you before.” You introduced yourself.

“Annika,” she said back. “I just started today. I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be.” You flashed her a small smile. “I promise however bad you think it’s going to be, it’s nothing like that.”

She smiled back at you, relieved. Some of the tension eased from her muscles. Her eyes locked with her reflection, and she frowned, fidgeting with her lipstick. “Shit, this color’s all wrong,” she muttered under her breath.

You felt something akin to pride swell in your chest. You wondered if this was how Selina felt when she’d helped you that day. “Here,” you reached into your purse, “try mine.”

A hand suddenly landed on your elbow, stopping you. You looked up to see that Selina had snuck up on you. You wondered if you’d ever get used to her doing that or not.

“I wouldn’t do that,” she turned her close-lipped smile on Annika, “unless you have some Valtrex she can borrow in return.”

You blinked at her in shock. She tilted her head, her smile still fixed into place, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re in my friend’s spot, newbie.” Her tone had a bite to it, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Shoo.”

Annika started scooping up her belongings. You tried to shoot her an apologetic look, but she didn’t meet your eye. Once she’d gathered her things, she skittered away quickly and quietly like a mouse.

Selina’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight, watching her like a hawk. You were used to seeing that kind of behavior from the other girls, not your warm, friendly, bubbly Selina.

“That was harsh,” you murmured. You weren’t used to standing up to her, or anyone for that matter. Usually she was the one defending you.

Her gaze snapped to meet yours, and her face softened. “That was me having your back,” she said. “Trust me, you don’t wanna get involved with girls like her.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why not?”

She glanced side to side to make sure no one one could hear what she was about to say. When she felt assured, she leaned closer to you. “I heard Penguin talking to Falcone in his office,” she whispered. “She’s going to the 44 Below.”

You swayed closer like gravity was pulling you towards her. “What’s the 44 Below?” you whispered back.

“It’s the club within the club, where Gotham’s best and brightest go to live it up without being seen.” She glanced at where Annika had been moments ago. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was some Russian prostitute Falcone shipped here. She’d probably suck anyone off to get a green card.”

You bristled at her spiteful tone. Annika hadn’t seemed like that to you at all, and you were the one who’d actually exchanged words with the poor girl. She appeared how you imagined you were when you first started here: lonely and scared to death.

But you pushed those thoughts aside and gave voice to the one left instead. “Wait, Falcone? As in Carmine Falcone, the crime boss?”

She nodded. “If you think Penguin’s the boss of this operation, think again.” She spoke in low, hushed tones. “Falcone is the one running the show. Penguin’s just his lackey.”

You could only stare at her, your brain failing to put together a coherent response. Just when you thought you had this place figured out, the rug was pulled out from under you.

“But you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about all that.” She swatted your elbow lightheartedly. “What you do have to worry about, though, is getting out there. Some of the guys are wondering where you are.”

You left the dressing room with Selina at your side. The second you stepped foot in the club, you put an extra sway in your hips and lifted your chin, looking down the bridge of your nose at the men ogling you as you passed. Selina was the one you had to thank for that. She taught you how to hold your head high (and walk in heels without tripping and falling flat on your face).

You both sauntered over to the bar, feeling eyes on you the whole way. Selina seemed to bask in the attention, her spine lengthening to stand a little taller despite her short stature. She moved graceful and elegant like a panther slinking through the jungle. You, on the other hand, found it hard not to wither under the pressure of all the stares.

When you got to the bar, you each grabbed a silver tray of drinks that were waiting for you. “Catch you on the flip side!” Selina shouted over the music, lighting bumping her hip into yours.

“See you at break!” you yelled back, and then you both went your separate ways.

Your shift went by in a blur of neon lights and booming music, blinding smiles and light touches and dollars slid to you under tables. It was a whirlwind of color and noise, the stench of smoke and cologne permeating the air from how many bodies were crammed wall to wall in the club.

By break time, you were sweating and dead on your feet. You limped through the club in your heels, panting. The door bearing the ‘Employees Only’ sign was like the light at the end of the tunnel, but just before you could seek shelter inside, you felt a sharp pinch on your ass that made you yelp.

You went stiff, muscles locking into place. You glanced over your shoulder to see a group of guys sitting at the bar, leering at you with glazed over eyes and wicked smirks. You’d never seen them before, but they looked like the usual club goers: rich, entitled pricks who lived off of daddy’s money and never worked hard a day in their lives.

“Where you rushing off to, sweetheart?” one of them hollered at you.

“Is it your break?” another one crowed. “‘Cause I know how to make the most of your time!” They all burst into cackles.

You suppressed an eye roll and turned away from them. It wasn’t the first time you’d been harassed by a customer, and you doubted it’d be the last. You continued on your way to the dressing room, mentally noting to let security know about the guys getting rowdy at the bar.

Over the din of the club, you heard the screech of stool legs against the floor and footsteps echoing the click of your heels. “Aw, don’t run away!” a chorus of voices shouted over each other, drawing closer to you. “Come back here!”

Alarm bells went off in your head. You sped up your pace, your heart beating a little faster in your chest. Hands reached out and grabbed at you, pulling you back.

The world spun before you collided into a hard chest, the smell of aftershave flooding your senses. You looked up and met the face of one of the guys at the bar. He had on a sharp suit and a buzzcut. “I don’t like being ignored, sweetie.”

You pushed him away from you, but when you turned, there was another one blocking your path. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You swiveled your head, but everywhere you looked, they seemed to appear out of nowhere. They slowly started to close in on you. “Get away from me.” You tried to sound intimidating, but your voice came out weak and pitiful even to your own ears. “Leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that, sweetcheeks. We just want to have some fun.” You couldn’t tell who the sleazy, grimy voice came from; it seemed to surround you at this point. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

They looked like a pack of wild animals salivating over the prey they had trapped. Their pupils were large and blown out, whether from drinking or something else you wouldn’t put past them. Fear settled like a stone in your gut. You opened your mouth to scream, to hopefully alert someone to come to your rescue before something bad happened.

Before you could utter a squeak, there was a loud crash. You all turned to see a glass bottle splinter into shards upon impact with one of your assaulter’s heads. His eyes rolled back into his skull before he dropped to the floor unconscious, revealing Selina standing behind him, what was left of the bottle gripped in her hand.

She dropped the neck of the bottle to the floor. “Next one who lays a finger on her gets it worse,” she said, crouching into a defensive position that looked all too practiced and natural for her.

The men looked just as shocked as you were, outright gawking at her. Buzzcut recovered enough to chuckle. “I think it’d be an unfair fight, sweetie.”

She wasn’t fazed at all. “You’re right.” She smirked. “You assholes are no match for me.”

Her comment succeeded in agitating them to the point where you hardly registered on their radar anymore. They crowded around her, cracking their necks and knuckles with loud, threatening pops. “If that’s how you want to play it, then fine, we’ll play.”

She merely shrugged, unbothered. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

One of them lunged at her from the side. Your eyes went wide, your heat lurching in your chest. “Selina!” you cried out.

She turned, and the man’s face collided with her fist, bones crunching as her knuckles made contact with his nose. He stumbled back, clutching his mangled nose as blood gushed between his fingers. She leapt effortlessly into the air and landed a double kick to his chest before landing gracefully on her feet.

If you weren’t stunned before, you absolutely were now.

They all charged her at once, but she wove between them with ease. She was like a tornado, a flurry of hands and fists landing blows before anyone could even see them coming. The men were lumbering oafs in comparison, like they were moving in slow motion while she was on fast forward.

You watched the scene before you with wide eyes and an open mouth. You wanted to do something to help her, but your feet were like cinder blocks rooting you to the spot. Though, it wasn’t like there was much you could do. She seemed to have it under control. The men didn’t even graze her while she landed hit after hit, all in heels nonetheless.

Buzzcut threw a punch her way, but she easily ducked under his swing. She hissed and retaliated by scratching at his face. Her long, sharp nails caught on his cheek and sunk into his flesh. She dragged them down to his jaw, leaving skin dangling from five deep claw marks that immediately started oozing deep red blood like ink.

You winced at the damage. He was for sure going to need stitches and be left with a scar as a reminder of this night (though you supposed that was better than missing half a face).

She jumped up onto the bar, using it as leverage to soar through the air before wrapping her legs around his neck. She swung her torso low, flipping the man over her head. She took him down and landed on all fours, her head snapping up to lock eyes with the only man left standing.

He was at least a whole head taller than her and twice her size. He was panting through gritted teeth, his shoulders heaving with the movement. He cried out before launching himself at Selina like a bull seeing red.

She swiped her leg at his ankles, knocking his feet out from under him. He hit the ground with a hard, booming thud. She sprang to her feet, looming over him. She reached down and grabbed his wrist, wrenching his arm behind his back.

You didn’t recognize the menacing look on her face as she twisted. There was a loud pop, and then the man let out a blood curdling scream.

“What the hell?” You and Selina both turned to see a flustered Penguin flanked by security guards pushing through the people gathered around to witness the commotion. “What’s going on here?”

Selina let go of the man’s arm, and it dropped, hanging limp from his shoulder at an odd angle. “Well, look who finally decided to show up!” She stepped over the fallen bodies to get to him. “Party’s over, boys! You fellas sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

Penguin leveled his hard glare at her. “What happened here, Selina?”

She cocked a hip and thumbed at the men behind her. “These shitheads thought it’d be funny to harass my girl here.” She looped her arm through yours and tugged you to stand next to her. “So I showed them that when you mess with her, you mess with both of us.”

He didn’t look nearly as surprised by Selina’s confession as you thought he would. You wondered just how many times before he’d found Selina standing unharmed amongst a group of injured men that the sight lost its edge.

Penguin shouldered his way between you and Selina, forcing you to unlink. He walked over to the men who were grumbling and groaning as they collected themselves off the floor, slowly putting themselves back together as they wavered on their feet.

“Sorry, boys, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Penguin clapped his large hands together. “We have a zero tolerance policy on violence towards our staff.”

“That’s bullshit!” Buzzcut seethed. “We were just joking around!” He jabbed a finger at Selina. “She’s the one who decided to go all Kill Bill on us!”

Penguin shrugged. “Sorry, but we don’t lose out on any money if one of you gets busted.” He gestured towards you and Selina. “The merchandise, on the other hand, has to be in tip top shape.”

He scoffed. “Oh, yeah? We’ll see about that when you hear from my lawyer.”

Selina snorted. “Have fun telling your daddy’s law firm you got your ass handed to you by a girl.”

His head snapped to look at her. He took a step in her direction, and both of Penguin’s security guards perked up like dogs sensing an oncoming threat.

His friend clapped a hand on his shoulder, holding him back. “Forget about it, Sean. This place blows anyway.” He rolled his eyes.

Buzzcut stepped down. “You’re right. Let’s get out of here.” He turned back to you and Selina, a tick in his jaw. “You and your little girlfriend better watch your backs,” he sneered. “You’re gonna regret this, dyke.”

He spun on his heel and joined his friends hobbling towards the exit escorted by security. One of them clutched his dislocated shoulder. The other was shaking glass shards from his hair. You watched them go until they dissolved into the crowd.

Selina rolled her eyes next to you. “Could they be any sorer losers?”

You didn’t reply. You were worried if you opened your mouth, you’d never be able to close it again. You didn’t understand how she could be so casual about beating up five men without even breaking a sweat.

Penguin turned on you and Selina. “Tell them to come back when they want to get their asses kicked again,” Selina remarked.

“You tell them yourselves, ‘cause you’re joining them,” he said.

Selina gaped at him, while the blood drained from your face. “What?” she snapped.

“I can’t have you girls disturbing the mood of the club,” he reasoned. “You’re upsetting the customers.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you did your job.” She poked him in the chest. You were pretty sure she was the only one who could do that to him and still keep her finger. “My girl was two seconds away from getting gang-raped in the middle of your club if I hadn’t stepped in.”

When she put it like that, your head felt woozy all over again.

“Look, you can come back tomorrow, but you’re taking the rest of the night off, alright?” He leaned closer to Selina. “And I’ll do you a favor by not mentioning your involvement in this little mishap to the man upstairs, huh?”

You side-eyed Selina, but her expression was stoney and unreadable. You wondered just how deep her ties in the club truly ran.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m guessing you’re not gonna pay us for our time off, now are you?”

Penguin didn’t respond, pressing his thin lips together.

“Didn’t think so.” She shot him a scalding look before spinning on her heel, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She looped her arm through yours again and led you away from him.

When you got to the dressing room, it was empty. You must’ve spent your whole break dealing with those guys at the bar. The second the door slammed closed, Selina was on you, grabbing you by the arms.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes scanned over every inch of your body. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You blinked at her, baffled. You didn’t know how she could be so concerned for your well-being when she was the one in the middle of a brawl with five guys double her height. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Her brow creased in confusion like she didn’t have a clue what you could be talking about. “What?”

“Selina, what were you thinking?” You didn’t mean to sound so scolding, but you couldn’t help it. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

She let go of her grip on your arms. “Well, it was either you or me, and I was willing to take my chances. Those guys have never fought a day in their lives. I could take them all with my eyes closed.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

She raised a brow. “Hello? We live in Gotham, the city with the highest crime rate in the country.” She reached up and removed her wig, revealing her dark, pixie-like cropped hair underneath. “Any creep who pegs me as an easy target is in for a nasty surprise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. She always had a way of making you feel better, even in the most dire of circumstances. “Is this a thing that happens a lot? Should I expect you to get in more bar fights in the future?”

She shrugged. “Only if the dude is asking for it.”

You both changed out of your clothes. You felt like a slob in your hoodie and jeans compared to her leather catsuit. You didn’t know what she was doing in the dressing room of a seedy club with you. Her face should be plastered on billboards all over the city advertising some overpriced perfume you’d never have the disposable income for by now.

“You are okay though, right?” She stared at you with genuine concern, like she could discern how you were feeling if she just looked long enough.

“I’m fine. Just a little shaken up.” You rubbed your arm. It was the truth, though you’d probably have a hard time sleeping tonight. The events at the club would play over and over in your mind like a tape on repeat.

“Where’s your car parked?” she asked, pulling the zipper on her suit all the way up. “I’ll walk you there.”

You shook your head. “Don’t have one. I’ll hail a cab.”

Her jaw dropped open. “What? I can't let you call a car, not after the night we’ve had.”

“I do it every night.” You shrugged. “What makes this one so different?”

“What’s different is now that I know, I don’t want to be called into the police station tomorrow if your body turns up in a ditch.” She grabbed her keys off of the counter, and they jingled in her hand. “I’m giving you a ride.”

There was no room for refutation in her tone, so you didn’t try to talk her out of it. You knew Selina could argue circles around you if she really wanted. It was easier just to tell her your address than waste your energy fighting with her (and you didn’t have much left after the eventful night you’d had anyway).

You followed her out the back. You couldn’t go through the front in your street clothes for fear of “breaking the illusion” for the customers. You walked down the narrow stairwell lit by dim green lights before a door spat you out into a back alley. You almost expected the guys from earlier to be there, waiting for you to finish what they started, but it was deserted, not a living soul in sight.

The click of heels against concrete echoed off the tall walls you were sandwiched between as you meandered past the stench of rotting fish emanating from dumpsters. When you stepped out onto the sidewalk, you took a breath of fresh air (or as fresh as air could get in polluted, smoggy Gotham City). You stood under the warm, yellow glow of a street lamp as you scanned the line of cars parked down the block, wondering which could be hers.

“Here she is.” Selina walked over to the only motorcycle in the lineup and patted the seat.

For the fourth time that night, you were taken aback. The leather catsuit suddenly made a lot more sense.

“Oh, no.” You backed away from her. “No, no, no. I’m not getting on that death trap.”

Selina huffed. “Come on. Don’t be so dramatic.” She swung her leg over the seat and jerked her head behind her. “Hop on.”

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. “Shouldn’t I wear a helmet or something?”

As soon as the words left your lips, she produced a helmet with a large grin on her face. “You can wear mine.”

You lifted a brow. “So you can dash your brains out when we crash instead?”

She laughed. “You better not distract me then.” She held the helmet out to you.

You looked down at the helmet like it would bite you. “You have your license to drive this thing, right?”

“Yes, but I’m pretty sure you don’t have a license to drive me crazy.” She shook the helmet at you. “Hurry up. I don’t have all night.“

You glared at her before reluctantly snatching the helmet from her. You put it on, and the noise of the city became muffled like you were underwater. You looked out of the tinted visor, waiting for your eyes to adjust. How did she manage to see in this thing?

You awkwardly climbed onto the motorcycle behind her, making a passing comment about how you’d be safer in a taxi that Selina ignored. You looped your arms around her middle, scooting closer to her on the seat. She revved the engine, the motorcycle rumbling to life under you. You jolted, eliciting a squeak.

Selina laughed, glancing at you over her shoulder. “You alright back there?”

Heat rose to your face in embarrassment. “Now we both get to end up dead in a ditch,” you mumbled.

Somehow, she managed to hear you over the roar of the engine. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She hunkered down over the handlebar. “Hold on tight!”

Her foot slammed down on the pedal, and you weren’t prepared as the motorcycle peeled onto the road, speeding down the street.

Your grip on Selina’s waist reflexively tightened into a death lock. You pressed your chest flush against her back, holding her as close to you as you could, though for stability or comfort, you couldn't make heads or tails of. The wind whipped around you, and your harsh, ragged breaths filled your ears in the helmet.

The streets passed by so fast in a blur of neon lights, you didn’t realize how close you were to your apartment building until you were already there. The motorcycle slowed as Selina pulled up to the curb, her legs shooting out to stop it.

The second you were no longer moving, you unwinded your arms from Selina and slid off the seat, nearly tipping over in the process. You fumbled getting the helmet off before hunching over with your hands on your knees, your head still spinning. You didn’t know if you were going to faint or throw up.

A warm hand settled on your back, and Selina appeared in your field of vision. “You okay?”

You looked up at her, locking eyes. “I’m never riding home with you again.”

Her head tipped back in laughter. “You should know to never say never.” She stood up straight, her hands settling on her hips. “Now let me walk you to your door so I know you made it and didn’t pass out in a pool of your own vomit.”

You trudged over to your building and entered the code in the keypad, the front door unlocking with a click. Selina seemed to be watching you closely, though you figured she was just making sure you didn’t hit the ground before she caught you. Once inside, she scrutinized every inch of the building like she was looking for something. What though, you weren’t sure, and you didn’t know if she found it either.

The elevator was out of service as usual, so you climbed the five flights of stairs to your floor. You were embarrassed with how much you were panting while Selina remained chipper as ever. Though you supposed if she could take down a group of guys without so much as getting winded, some measly stairs were nothing in comparison.

You stopped in front of your door and rooted through your purse for your keys. They turned in the lock, and you pushed the door open a crack. You turned to face Selina, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’d invite you in, but it’s a mess in there,” you admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck.

“That’s okay. I should be on my way anyway.” She pointed a stern finger at you, raising her brows. “Get some rest. I mean it.”

You mock saluted her. “Understood.”

She rolled her eyes at your antics. “Good night.” She started down the hall back the way you’d come.

Before she could disappear out of sight, you called out to her. “Selina?”

She stopped in her tracks and whirled around, looking at you expectantly.

Your hand lingered on the doorknob. “Thanks for saving me. Who knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t gotten there?”

Her gaze softened. “Hey, don’t mention it.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’ll even teach you a few moves of your own so next time, it won’t matter if I’m there or not.”

You scoffed. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“Being able to defend yourself is important, especially in a city like Gotham.” There was a glint in her eye you couldn’t decipher. “You never know what’s around the corner.”

Selina dropped into the chair next to you with a huff. “We better make some good cash tonight.” She slumped in her chair. “I did not want to come into work today.”

You agreed wholeheartedly, though not for the same reasons. You were too lost in your thoughts to reply, staring blankly at your reflection while you dusted your face absently with a brush.

A crease formed between her brows, the way it usually did when she was worried. “Is everything okay?” She twisted in her seat to face you fully. “That’s the third time this week you’ve used blush instead of face powder.”

You looked down to see that you were, in fact, holding the brush you used to apply blush. You looked in the mirror, your complexion redder than normal. The brush slipped between your fingers, clattering on the counter.

Selina leaned closer to you. “What’s wrong, baby?” She whispered so the girls flitting in and out of the dressing room couldn’t eavesdrop. “And don’t tell me you’re fine, ‘cause neither of us are gonna buy that.”

You let out a long, heavy sigh, your gaze glued to the counter. “I feel like someone’s following me.”

She cocked her head to the side. “What makes you think that?”

“I come home to find windows open and lights on that weren’t before, and when I wake up, my door’s open when I know I closed it before going to sleep.” You bit at your lips, a bad habit when you were stressed. “And sometimes I see this figure out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn, it’s not there anymore.”

Saying it out loud made you realize how absurd it all sounded. You leaned forward with your elbows on the counter, your face in your hands. “Maybe I’m just going crazy.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend like that.” She ducked her head, trying to catch your eye. “If you think it’s happening, then I have no doubt that it is.”

You glanced up at her and offered her the best watery smile you could muster. You wished you had as much unwavering faith in yourself as she had in you. “I just don’t know who’d wanna waste their time following me around.”

Her features drew into a pensive, thoughtful expression. “You don’t think it’s those guys from a couple weeks ago, do you?”

You perked up. You hadn’t thought about it before, but it made the most sense. The words that man — Sean — had spoken echoed in your ears: “You’re gonna regret this.”

Your face screwed up in confusion. “But if they wanted to hurt me, don’t you think they would’ve by now?”

She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Who knows why those guys do what they do?”

You nodded, taking a moment to let it all sink in. “What do I do?” You didn’t even know where to start. “Should I go to the police?”

She shook her head. “Cops are not your friends. Those guys are so loaded, they’d just pay them to look the other way.” Her face hardened. “Besides, it’s your word against theirs, and once they hear where you work, they’ll laugh in your face.”

You pressed your lips together in a taut line. You hated to hear the truth delivered to you so bluntly, but you knew she was right. Tears welled in your eyes, and your chin started to wobble.

Selina must’ve been able to tell you were close to bursting into tears, because she placed a gentle hand on your back. “Hey, why don’t you come stay with me for a while, baby? At least until things cool down.”

You shook your head, sending the locks of your wig flying. “I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“Don’t be silly.” She rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’d make me feel better knowing you're safe.”

You hiccuped, trying to keep the sobs in. “I’ll keep it in mind, but I’m okay, seriously.” You sucked in a sharp breath, trying to pull yourself together. “I’m probably overreacting, honestly.”

She frowned, narrowing her eyes at you, but didn’t push any further. “If this keeps happening, you’ll let me know, right?”

You nodded. “Of course.” And you meant it.

“Good.” She picked up her mascara and started swiping at her lashes. “If they keep freaking you out, I swear I’ll start stalking you myself.”

You laughed, and your chest felt a little lighter. She always managed to find some way to cheer you up, even in the worst of situations. What would you do without her for a friend?

The door to the dressing room slammed open, and Penguin barged in. It wasn’t rare that he burst into the dressing room unannounced, but what was strange was how frazzled he seemed. He didn’t even spare the half-naked girls a glance (or at least not a second one).

He called your name, and you sat up straighter in your chair. His gaze landed on you. “Falcone wants to see you in his office.”

Your blood ran cold through your veins. You exchanged a disbelieving look with Selina. What could he possibly want with you?

Whatever it was, you didn’t think it was good.

“Today, preferably.” Penguin started snapping. “Show some hustle.”

You shot up from your chair. As you turned to push it in, you locked eyes with Selina. “I’ll wait here till you get back,” she whispered.

You wanted to tell her that wasn’t necessary, that you didn’t know how long you’d be (or if you’d even come back, for that matter) and the last thing you wanted was to make her late and give Penguin yet another reason to curse her out. But instead, all you did was give her a subtle nod of your chin before turning on your heel and following Penguin out of the room.

The tension as you both stood silent in the elevator was practically palpable in the air. Your whole body felt like a bundle of nerves, like a string pulled tight threatening to snap at any moment.

You thought it would go away when the elevator doors slid open, but instead you were only daunted by the sight before you.

You’d never been to Falcone’s office before. You’d been in Penguin’s plenty of times, mainly to deliver drops concealed under platters of drinks to paying customers. But you’d never had a reason to visit Falcone’s before.

Until now.

His office was huge and probably the cleanest space in the whole building. There was a pool table in the middle and a grand desk in front of a giant window overlooking a view of the Gotham City skyline that was probably worth millions on its own. Dim lights cast a warm yellow glow from overhead, and the incessant thumping bass of club music sounded distant, like it came from a whole other world entirely.

Penguin cleared his throat, and you snapped your head to look at him, on high alert. He jutted his chin in the direction of the office, motioning for you to get out of the elevator.

You blinked, regaining control over your body, and did as he said. You noticed the armed guards lurking in the shadows of the room, standing watch in case you tried anything (though you didn’t see how they could view you as much of a threat. Maybe they were just there to remind you who you were dealing with).

“There she is!” Your head whipped straight forward to see a man standing behind the desk, his back to you. “Just the girl I wanted to see.”

He turned around, and you got a good look at Falcone for the first time. You’d heard plenty about him, from newspaper articles to whispers around the club. But you’d never caught a glimpse of him until now.

He had salt and pepper hair and olive skin, sunglasses covering his eyes. He wasn’t physically intimidating the way Penguin was, but he gave off a sort of Godfather vibe that was threatening nonetheless.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the chair across the desk from him.

You slowly crept forward, like you’d be shot on sight for even the tiniest movement. The handles of the guns tucked into the guards’ waistbands glinted in the low light. You sank into the chair, your body rigid.

He pressed his palms flat against the desk, leaning closer to you. “Do you know why you’re here?” Even with the shades hiding his eyes, you could feel the heat of his gaze bearing down on you.

You swallowed hard. You wondered if he’d finally caught wind of Selina’s tussle with those guys in the club a couple weeks ago. You doubt it mattered if you were innocent or not; to him, you were the cause of the disruption. “Am I in trouble?”

He raised a bushy brow. “Is there a reason you would be?”

You blinked at him. “None that I can recall, sir.”

He laughed, the sudden noise piercing the heavy silence that had settled over the room, and you flinched. “It’s too easy. All you girls act like I’m the devil himself, I swear.” He shook his head. “You’re here for quite the opposite, actually. You’re being promoted.”

Instead of the relief you were supposed to feel, you were left even more confused. “What?”

“You’re going to work in my exclusive underground club where all my highest paying clientele go,” he rounded the front of the desk, “the 44 Below.”

Your stomach dropped the second the name left his lips. Everything Selina had told you about the dreaded place swirled in your head.

“Of course, because it’s a little more pricey, my clients expect a little more bang for their buck.” He perched on the corner of the desk. “But I’m sure a generous pay raise will get rid of any hesitations you have, correct?”

You stared up at him, opening and closing your mouth like a fish. It was all happening so suddenly, it was hard to take in.

He raised a brow at you expectantly. “Is there a problem?“

You knew the raise wasn’t the only reason you had to take the job. There was no doubt in your mind that if you refused, he wouldn’t hesitate to fire you, or worse. You glanced around at the men with their hands resting on the handles of their guns.

They could dump your body in the Gotham Harbor, and nobody would even know to look for you.

You shook your head, trying to conceal the tremor running through you. “No, sir.”

His lips slanted into a hint of a smug smirk. “Good. I didn’t think so.” He pushed off the desk and turned his back to you. “You start this weekend.” He waved you away like you were nothing more than a fly buzzing around him. “You’re dismissed.”

You followed Penguin back downstairs, a knot in your gut the whole time. When you returned to the dressing room, it was empty save for Selina. A sense of relief washed over you when you saw her, and you were silently thankful that she’d chosen to stay and wait for you.

She shot up out of her chair when you walked in. “What did he want?”

You couldn’t look at her as you answered. “He’s sending me to the 44 Below.”

The news hit her like a ton of bricks. She even stumbled back a step, looking as distressed as you felt. “No. He can’t.”

“He can and he did.” Your shoulders slumped, defeated.

She rushed towards you. “You can’t accept it.”

“What choice do I have?” Your voice was thin, on the verge of cracking with emotion. “If I don’t, he’ll fire me, or worse,” you murmured the last part.

“Baby, the men who go to the 44 Below aren’t only the richest, but the most dangerous, too,” she hissed. “I’m talking mafia, hit men, drug pushers. The type of men you don’t want to get involved with.”

“And Falcone is worse then all of them put together,” you fired back. “You know that.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose. “I’ll talk to him.”

You huffed, exasperated. You didn’t mean to snap at her so harshly, but she was an easy target to direct your frustration toward. “What makes you think he would listen to you?”

“Because I’m his daughter!” she shouted. The words seemed to echo even in the small dressing room.

A long silence endured afterwards. You both stared at each other. She looked just as shocked as you did that those words had left her mouth.

“What?” you uttered, impossibly loud in the silence.

The fire in her eyes diminished to the flicker of a candle flame. “My mother used to work at the 44 Below. She told me Falcone was my father.” She sucked in a deep breath, like whatever she was about to say next was harder to admit than what she had already. “She was killed. Strangled, by some guy in the club most likely.” She scoffed. “He didn’t say a word. I ended up stuck in a group home.”

Your heart fractured in your chest at her confession. “Selina, I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is.” The raging fire in her eyes returned. “But he owes me. I know firsthand how dangerous the men at the 44 Below can be.” She grabbed your hands, gripping them so tight they changed color. She stared up into your eyes, desperate. “Please just wait until I have a word with him. I’ll get him to reconsider, I promise.”

You let out a sigh. You wanted to give her what she wanted, after everything she’d done for you. “You have until the weekend.” That was the most you could afford.

You walked up the front steps of your apartment building, arms heavy with grocery bags. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you nearly didn’t notice the way the hairs on the back of your neck rose on end, like someone was watching you.

You stopped on the top step and glanced behind you. There was no one there, just empty space. You huffed and continued into the building. You didn’t know why you expected anything different.

You figured now was the worst time to live in a low security apartment building in a sketchy part of the city. You’d never given it much thought before, but now you felt reminded of how vulnerable you were going anywhere alone. When you were with Selina, you felt a little safer, but it wasn’t like she could follow you everywhere (though she’d probably drop everything for you to do so if you asked).

You reminded yourself in a couple more weeks, you’d have enough money to leave the city and start somewhere fresh, somewhere people didn’t know your name or your past. You’d finally be able to breathe easy, and life for you could truly begin.

As if you didn’t have enough to worry about already with a potential stalker on your trail, Selina had made arrangements to meet with Falcone today, and you hadn’t heard back from her yet. It made you jittery and your skin itch knowing that your future hung in the balance.

You came to an abrupt halt in front of your door. It was wide open, and the lock was broken, like someone had forced their way through. You blinked. You wondered how long it’d been like this. The hallway was barren, and you hadn’t noticed anyone shady outside.

You knew the smart thing to do would be to call the police and wait till they arrived, but Selina’s words echoed in your head: "Cops are not your friends."

Your feet carried you inside of their own volition, and the grocery bags slipped from your hands, no doubt cracking every egg in the carton, when you took in the sight before you.

All of your stuff was destroyed: your furniture was gutted and turned over; the TV screen was shattered in a million pieces like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it; your belongings were strewn about everywhere like garbage.

It was the same thing in your bedroom. The mattress was torn apart, the sheets in tatters, and down feathers from your pillows were scattered across the room. The drawers had been ripped out of your dresser, and your face grew hot when you saw your panties and bras littered across the floor.

There was no doubt in your mind who had done this. It was clear they were trying to send a message, or more likely a warning. Your throat burned with bile at the thought of what would’ve happened if you’d been here in the apartment when they decided to break in and not out shopping.

You made it back to the living room before your legs turned to Jell-O underneath you. You crumpled into a heap by the discarded groceries, the puddle of milk spilled from the carton spreading to where you were collapsed.

Before you even knew it, you were dialing Selina’s number with shaking fingers. You couldn’t even see the screen through your blurry gaze before you held it to your ear, the dial tone chipping away at your skull like an ice pick.

She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

You opened your mouth, but the only noise you managed to make was a pitiful squeak. All the words you wanted to say felt like they were lodged in the back of your throat.

“Baby, you there?” Judging by the concern in her tone, she could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

“They… they…” You tried to force the words out despite your unstable voice, but you wondered if she could even understand you with how many times you stopped and started. “Broke in… ruined… my stuff…”

“What?” she exclaimed, making you wince. “Are you okay?”

“Se… Selina…” It was taking everything in you not to burst into sobs. “I’m… scared…”

“I know, baby. Stay put.” You heard rushing wind on the other end of the call. “I’ll be there soon.”

There was a click as the line went dead.

It took her shorter than you thought it would for her to get there. You hated the idea that she’d put herself in danger driving recklessly through the jammed city streets just for you.

By the time she got there, she found you curled up in a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth and hugging your knees to your chest. Your chest was racked with sobs, and you struggled to gasp for breath to the point where you were hyperventilating.

“Baby!” she called out to you, rushing to you and kneeling by your side. She hardly even glanced at the wreckage that used to be your things, entirely focused on you. “Baby, what happened?”

“I… came home…” You sniffled, tear tracks staining your cheeks. “And it was… was like this when… I got here.”

She seemed to remember her surroundings and finally looked around. “Oh, shit.” Her gaze returned to you, scanning over you for injuries. “You’re okay though?”

You nodded, clutching your legs tighter.

She clenched her jaw. “Those fuckers,” she hissed. She grinded her teeth, a contemplative look on her face. Then, it shifted to something fierce, like determination. “That’s it. You’re coming with me.”

She shot up from the floor and grabbed you under your arms, helping you to stand. “But…” you stuttered trying to come up with an excuse, “but—”

“But nothing.” She draped your arm over her shoulders and practically carried you out of the apartment. “I’m not letting you stay in a ransacked apartment when those guys could come back any minute.”

You allowed her to carry you, your limp feet dragging against the uneven wood planks. You didn’t know why you were surprised by her strength. You already knew her looks were deceiving.

Your eyelids started to droop. Now that she was here, you felt like you could finally relax, and exhaustion was setting in. “You didn’t bring the motorcycle, did you?”

She wheezed a chuckle, and it made your chest feel a little lighter. “I told you to never say never.”

You’d quickly accepted a glass of wine when Selina had offered you one. You needed something to steady your nerves, and you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep without it. Selina returned from the kitchen with your third glass of wine and one for yourself. She handed it to you while she plopped down on the couch next to you.

Your hand shook as you lifted it to your lips, staring absently at Selina’s apartment. It was much like yours: a simple living room, bathroom, and bedroom. Nothing to brag about, but still a luxury compared to many places in Gotham. The only difference was the multitude of stray cats milling about like it was a back alley. Well, that, and your apartment was currently trashed right now.

“Did you talk to Falcone?” you asked her. Even that was better than thinking about what had just happened right now.

She swallowed her sip of wine and nodded, not making eye contact with you.

You had your wits about you enough now to pick up on her hesitation to break the news. “So?” you prodded her. “What did he say?”

She set her glass down on the coffee table and gnawed on her lip. “He said he’d think about it.”

You shot her a look. “Selina—”

“Just give it some time, baby,” she cut you off. “He’s a businessman first and foremost, even with his own daughter. It’s gonna take a second to sell him on the pitch.”

You opened your mouth to argue further, but stopped yourself, clamping your lips together. The last thing you wanted to do was fight with her right now. It could wait for another day.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I stay here?” You curled up into a ball in the corner of the couch. “What if those guys followed me here?”

“Then they’ll get their asses beat a second time.” She grinned at you, no falter in her confidence.

“Selina,” you chided, “I don’t want to put you in harm’s way.”

“And I already offered you a place to stay before, the only difference now is that you have no choice.” She gave you a look. “I knew what I signed up for taking you home, baby.”

You tugged on the skirt of the nightgown she’d loaned you. It was small on you, and although that was alright when you’d share dresses in the club, one wrong move, and you would accidentally flash her. “I’m sorry for doubting you.” You raked your fingers through your hair. “I’m just worried.”

“Hey, you’re with me now.” She scooted closer to you, placing her hands on your knees. “Tomorrow, I’ll go get your stuff, and you can stay with me until you find somewhere else to live.”

You pursed your lips. “I’m not sure there’ll be much to get,” you mumbled.

She laughed and leaned back against the couch. She stared at you, her eyes lingering on yours. “I’m happy you called me.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I was so spoiled for choice.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, you know what I mean.” She playfully swatted your knee.

You returned her smile. “Thank you so much for doing all this for me. You really didn’t have to.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?” She flashed you a smile. “Besides, I’m just glad you’re all right. I don’t know what I’d do if you’d gotten hurt, if you ended up like…” she trailed off, choking up.

You reached out and threaded your fingers through hers. “Like your mom?” you hesitantly finished.

All she could do was nod. You’d never seen her this vulnerable before, her eyes glistening with tears and the slightest wobble in her chin.

“But I didn’t,” you assured her. “I’m here, with you.” You squeezed her hand in yours, like a physical reminder that you were present and unharmed.

“I know.” She rubbed circles over the back of your hand with her thumb. “And I’ll keep you safe.”

“I trust you.” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

She reached up with her free hand and tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear. Her hand lingered there, resting on the side of your face. Your eyes locked, and hers lowered to your lips before she dove in.

It took a second for the feel of her lips touching yours to register. You froze against her, unsure of what to do. Should you push her away? Tell her to stop? You were just friends, weren’t you?

But you thought about all the things she did for you, all the possessive handholds and flirtatious glances. Hell, she called you ‘baby’ for crying out loud. Was Selina interested in you this entire time, and you just hadn’t noticed?

But the more important question: were you interested in her? You thought you’d have an easy answer, but as her lips moved against yours, and her fingers wove through your hair, you realized you didn’t. You’d never really given a thought to having a relationship with a woman, but then again, it wasn’t like you were jumping at the chance to get with a man either.

But what would happen if you refused? Would she kick you to the curb? You wouldn’t expect that from Selina, but at the same time, you were afraid of finding out.

It didn’t matter as she slipped her tongue into your mouth with a moan and tangled it with yours. She tasted like the wine you’d both been drinking, tangy with a bitter edge. She raked her nails against your scalp, sending shivers of pleasure all the way down your spine.

She pressed wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck. She stopped when she reached your sweet spot and sucked the skin of your throat into her mouth. She lightly grazed your skin with her teeth, panic rising within you before she bit down.

You cried out, arching up into her. She laved the bite mark with her tongue as if to soothe it. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this for,” she whispered against your skin as her hands ran up your thighs, “to have you all to myself.”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or her affections, but your head started to spin. She pushed you back so you were laying against the armrest. Your limbs were heavy like they were made of lead. You felt as if you were sinking into the cushions beneath you like quicksand.

Selina pushed up the nightgown you were wearing to expose your lacy thong underneath. “Look at you, baby.” She was practically drooling over you now. “You were hoping this would happen, weren’t you?”

You wanted to tell you that you weren’t, that this was all you had after those guys had ransacked your apartment. But you couldn’t even muster the strength to shake your head.

She hooked her fingers under your thong and dragged the flimsy piece of fabric down your legs. Your mind screamed at you to tell her to stop. Certainly this was going too far, right? You’d both been drinking, and even though you’d been friends for months, you still weren’t even sure how to feel about kissing her.

But any resistance you had died on your tongue as she flung your underwear across the room. She reached under her dress and pulled off her own next, and it joined yours on the other side of the room.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.” She grabbed your legs and spread them wide, pushing them up by your shoulders and exposing all of you to her. Heat rose to your cheeks at the embarrassing position.

She stared down at you through hooded eyes heavy with desire. “Such a pretty pussy.” She let go of one of your legs and ran a finger up the length of your slit. You jerked under her. “So little and pink.”

You were ashamed at the whine that left you when she found your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles over the bundle of nerves, though it might have only added to the arousal pooling low in your gut.

Sure enough, she lifted her hand to show you the gossamer shining on the pad of her finger. “You’re so wet for me already.”

She maneuvered your limp, pliable body like a ragdoll under her. She hooked her leg around yours, hovering over you. She aligned herself with you so when she sat down, her clit pressed flush against yours.

She rocked against you, slow and deliberate. Pleasure sparked through you, setting your nerve endings on fire. You watched the thick cords of muscle in her thighs as she grinded against you over and over.

“Fuck,” she breathed, throwing her head back. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat in the low light. “You feel so good, baby,” she rasped, her voice low and husky.

She humped you faster, flicking your clit over and over until you felt that coil you hadn’t felt in a long time twist in your gut. The couch shook underneath you with a high-pitched creak. Your head lolled to the side, your body jolting with each glide of her hips.

She leaned over you, sandwiching your leg between her chest and yours. “Look at me, baby.” She looped her arm around your leg, digging her nails into your thigh. “I want you to know who’s making you feel this good.”

You blinked, trying to clear the bleariness from your gaze. Her figure came into focus, her eyes boring into yours. She looked hungry, like she wanted to chew you up and swallow you. You’d never seen such intensity in her eyes.

“That’s right, baby.” The hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh grabbed your chin, squishing your cheeks and lips. “I’m fucking close. I want you to come with me, okay?” When you didn’t answer right away, she tapped your cheek. “Okay?”

You nodded up at her. You could feel the coil tightening further and further, ready to snap at any moment. Your fingers curled as you tried to keep the sensation at bay, your nails clawing at the cushions.

“Fuck!” she cried out. “Come with me, baby! Come now!”

You let go, and it was like a dam broke. You made a noise you’d never heard leave your body before as pleasure washed over you from head to toe. Dots formed over your vision, and your thighs quivered around her.

Her hold on you slipped as she jerked on top of you, twitching. A breathy moan floated from her lips before she collapsed on top of you. Your nightgown was drenched through with sweat where your chests met, and she tucked her head under your chin.

You stared up at the ceiling, the afterglow spreading through your limbs tingling warm and fuzzy. She felt heavy and solid on your chest, weighing you down. Your combined juices were sticky on your thighs.

Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, slowly sliding closed. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the orgasm or the events of the day or some mixture of all of the above, but you were weary in your bones, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.

You felt a hand stroke the side of your face, and through your barely open eyes, you saw Selina with her chin propped up on your collarbone. “Rest,” she cooed, shushing you. “You’re with me now. I’ll take care of you.”

The last thing you saw was Selina smirking up at you before the blackness at the corners of your vision took over, plunging you into darkness.

You woke up to a shrill ring piercing your ears.

You clutched your pounding head with a groan. You cracked your eyes open, but even the slightest amount of light seemed to sear them. You didn’t remember drinking enough to feel this awful the next day.

You didn’t remember falling asleep in Selina’s bed either. You slowly sat up. She was nowhere to be found. She probably opted for the couch, being the generous host that she was. Then, blurry images of what she’d done to you on that couch last night came back to you, and your stomach curdled like it was full of expired milk.

The ringing stopped, and you looked over at your phone on the bedside table. You picked it up and clicked it on, the blue light emanating from the screen blinding you for a second. When your vision adjusted, you noticed two things: the first being that it was eleven o’clock at night, meaning you’d slept through a whole day (looking out the window to see that it was pitch black further confirmed this); and the second, you had multiple missed calls from your boss.

You went through them one by one, listening to Penguin’s voice on the other end grow more and more hectic with each call. “Where are you?” he practically hissed into his phone in the most recent voicemail he’d left. “Are you a fucking idiot, girl? I don’t know who you think you are or who you’re dealing with, but if you don’t show up here in the next thirty minutes, Falcone is gonna make an example out of you.”

Your blood felt solid like ice through your veins. It seemed like Falcone had thought it over and come to a decision. You glanced at the time again. If you hurried now, you could still make it before he ordered your head on a platter.

You threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. Your sore muscles cried out at you to slow down, but you ignored them and continued to rush around as fast as your achy limbs allowed you. You wrenched open the first door your eyes landed on and found that it led to Selina’s closet. You rifled through the dresses hanging on the rack inside. You and Selina shared dresses all the time, and you hoped she wouldn’t mind that you were borrowing one now without asking.

You found one that looked like it’d fit decently enough and stripped off your nightgown. You froze for a second when you realized you weren’t wearing any underwear because they were currently on the floor of Selina’s living room. You blinked, breaking yourself from your thoughts, and continued to dress. You were in the middle of putting on the garment when a voice from behind you stopped you in your tracks.

“Where are you going?”

You glanced over your shoulder to see Selina standing in the doorway to the closet. She was wearing her black catsuit. You figured she must’ve just gotten back from going somewhere.

You slowly turned to face her. “To work.”

The look on her face was oddly grave. “You’re not called tonight.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, at a loss for words. Any excuse you tried to come up with, she would easily be able to see through.

“You’re going to the 44 Below,” she stated, not even the slightest hint of doubt in her tone.

You knew there was no denying it. “I have to, Selina,” you pleaded. “Best case scenario, I’m out of a job. Worst case scenario, he’ll have me hunted down and put my head on a spike.”

“I promised to protect you, remember?” she snapped.

“These aren’t just a bunch of drunk guys at the Iceberg Lounge, Selina,” you fired back. “These are Falcone’s men. They’re trained, and more importantly, armed.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“Then you should know who you’re up against,” you pointed out.

She looked hurt, like you’d just slapped her across the face. “I thought you trusted me.”

“Selina, I’m trying to go the path of least resistance,” you huffed.

“And I don’t want anyone else I care about to get hurt. Not again.” Her lashes fluttered, and you noticed that her eyes were shiny. “He’s taken everything from me. I won’t let him take you too.”

She looked close to bursting into tears, the way she had last night when she’d talked about her mother. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out, unsure of what to say. You didn’t know if you wanted to comfort her or tell her that she couldn’t control your life, despite her good intentions.

She blinked the tears away and sucked in a shaky breath, regaining her composure. “Look, we’ll find you another job, okay? But I’m not letting you go back there.”

“That’s not your call to make, Selina!” You were at the end of your rope. “And good luck finding a job that pays half as well as this one. I’m a couple weeks away from being able to leave the city.”

She stopped, stunned. “What?”

“I want to go to school and make something of my life, get as far away as I can from this dumpster fire of a city,” you sneered. “I don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of my life.”

“Like me,” she murmured.

It was your turn to be confused. “What?”

“Like me is what you meant to say,” she repeated, this time loud enough to hear.

Your brows furrowed. “What? No. That’s not what I meant at all, Selina.”

“So, what?” She curled her upper lip into a snarl. “You were just gonna up and leave without telling me?”

“No.” You shook your head. “I was going to tell you eventually–”

“Once you had the means to fund your little getaway, right?” she cut you off. She looked betrayed. “Did you even think what it would do to me if you left? Do I really mean that little to you?”

You gaped at her. “Of course not! Selina, you’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous?” she hissed like a boiling pot about to overflow. “I spent all day getting your stuff from your apartment while the entire time you were planning on leaving me.”

You wanted to tell her she had it all wrong, but you hardly managed to even get a word in edgewise. “Selina, I think you’re overreacting–”

“Well, you may be desperate to get away from this ‘dumpster fire of a city,’” she parroted your words back to you, “but it’s all I have. All my hopes and dreams were stolen from me, ever since I was a little girl.” She looked pitiful, like her heart was breaking in her chest. “But then you came along, and for the briefest moment, I started to hope again.”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, nervous. Your thoughts drifted back to last night and the words she’d whispered against your skin that were burned into your mind: "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this for, to have you all to myself."

You shook the thoughts away and quickly changed the subject. You didn’t even want to breach that topic of discussion anytime soon. “Selina, it’s not safe for me here anymore. You know that,” you tried to reason with her. “If I got away, maybe those guys wouldn’t be able to find me–”

“Oh, my God!” She laughed. “They’re not after you!”

You stared at her, waiting to see if she was joking or not. “What?” Your brows drew together. “But you said–”

“I know what I said.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s me. I’m the one who’s been following you around.”

You stared at her in disbelief. It took a second for her words to sink in, but when they did, it was like all the pieces clicked into place. “Oh, my God,” you muttered to yourself. You looked up at her. “It was you the whole time?”

“Of course it was.” She smirked at you. “I had to find some way to get you back here so we could grow closer, and it worked like a charm.” She scoffed. “You really bought that those jerk offs had nothing better to do than terrorize some poor girl who wouldn’t sleep with them. They probably forgot about you the second they stepped out of the Iceberg Lounge.”

You wavered on your feet. You weren’t sure if you were going to be sick or faint or break down crying. “You broke into my apartment… You destroyed my stuff…”

“I did it because I love you,” she justified.

“That’s not love, Selina! That’s fucking insanity!” you shouted at her, bewildered.

She clenched her jaw. “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. But you forced my hand.”

The look in her eyes was intense, and you were reminded of what she was capable of, images of shredded skin and blood under her nails flashing in your mind unbidden. You’d always feared for her, even when she’d taken down those guys at the club like they were nothing. But for the first time since meeting her, you were afraid of her now.

“Selina,” you started slowly, like she was a wild animal that might pounce at any moment, “just let me go, okay? I’m leaving now.”

There was no making a quick escape. She was blocking the only exit. If you wanted to get out, you’d have to go by her first.

You took your chances and stepped forward.

Her hand immediately shot out for something on the wall near her. There was a loud crack like thunder, and before you could go any further, something wrapped around your wrists so tight it stung. The dress you’d been clutching to your form pooled at your feet, leaving you bare before her.

You looked down to see leather curled around your wrists. When you lifted your head, you saw Selina holding the handle of the whip, smirking at you. “Baby,” she purred, “you can’t go anywhere dressed like that.”

She tugged on the other end of the whip, and you were yanked towards her. She caught you as you collided with her, your face inches from hers. She uncoiled the whip from your wrists, holding you tight against her with her arm looped around your waist.

“You’re going to do what I ask,” she raised the whip high in the air, “and if you don’t, this is what you’re going to get.”

She brought it down lightning fast before you could even beg her not to. An inhuman shriek was ripped from your throat as the whip made contact with your back. You arched into her, and if it weren’t for her hold on you, you were sure the excruciating pain would be enough to knock you to your knees.

She grabbed your chin in a tight grip and twisted your head so you could see the mirror on the wall behind you. You gasped at the sight of a bright red mark running down the length of your spine, all the way to your ass cheek. The sting still hadn’t diminished, not even minutes after she’d delivered the lashing.

She turned your head back to face her. A broken whimper left your lips as you crumpled in her arms. Your knees buckled, and you clung to her shoulders for dear life.

She shushed you. “It’s okay, baby. That’ll be the only one you get as long as you’re good, alright?” She brushed away the tears that fell down your cheeks with her thumb. “I’ll even do all the hard work for you.”

In the blink of an eye, she scooped you up, lifting you with ease. You could only imagine how ridiculous you looked, like a greyhound getting carried by a chihuahua, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

You were limp in her arms as she carried you bridal style to the bed. She laid you down in the body-shaped indent you’d left in the mattress. She climbed onto the bed beside you and swung her leg over your hips, straddling you.

“Just to make sure you don’t try to go anywhere…” She held your hands up to the headboard and looped the whip around your wrists. She leaned over you as she wedged the handle between the wrought iron bars. She tugged on your wrists to make sure it was secure, and when she was satisfied you couldn’t escape, she sat back on her heels.

“There you go, baby.” She sighed. She slid down your body before settling on top of you. Her skin was warm and smooth against yours, and she ran her hands up and down your body, feeling you up.

“Selina…” You sniffled. “Please don’t.”

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that,” she cooed, fondling your breasts. “Aren’t we past this already?”

She leaned up enough to press her lips against yours. You didn’t bother reciprocating the kiss, though you doubt she really cared if you did or not. You stiffened against her when you felt her thigh slide in between yours, pressing against your exposed core.

She pulled away from your lips and rested her forehead against yours. “Besides, from what I remember, you weren’t complaining last night.” A smirk toyed at the corners of her lips. “And I’m pretty sure my memory is better than yours.”

You wanted to ask her what she meant by that, but the question died on your tongue as she grinded her thigh against you. A soft moan came out instead, the rough texture of her leather-clad thigh and the pressure on your clit stoking the smoldering embers in your core.

She stared down at you as her fingers curled around the wrought iron bars above you. The bed squeaked under you each time she rocked into you, the headboard slamming back against the wall in time with her rhythm. You hoped it’d wake up the neighbors and alert them to your distress. You wanted to scream, but any time you tried, it came out weak and breathy and wracked with lust.

Just as your orgasm started to build, she stopped and pulled away from you. You managed to catch the groan of frustration making its way up your throat before it could come out. You despised the way your body craved her touch.

You looked down to see a trail of slick shining on the leather of her catsuit. She noticed it too, because she smirked at you, pleased. “Now that you’re ready, we can have some real fun.”

She leaned over the side of the bed and rooted around for something out of your line of sight. “I found something interesting when I was going through your things.” She sat up straight, and you blanched when you saw what she was holding.

It was a vibrator. More specifically, your vibrator, made of hot pink silicone vaguely resembling the shape of a dick. She waved it in front of you like she was taunting you. “How many times have you used this, huh?”

Your face flushed with heat. She clicked it on, and it started to vibrate aggressively, the violent buzz filling the air. Her eyes widened before peering down at you in delight. “I wonder what you thought about when you made yourself come with this.”

You didn’t think you’d ever been more embarrassed in your life. You watched as she took the vibrator into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she pushed it as far as it would go. It must’ve hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag or retch at all. When she pulled it out, it glistened with saliva all the way down to the base.

She pressed the toy against your core, and you jerked like your entire being vibrated. You’d never tried it on this hardcore of a setting before, and now you knew why as she ran the tip of the vibrator between your folds. You writhed and squirmed on the mattress, walking the thin line between pain and pleasure. You jolted each time the tip ran over your clit, biting your lips to keep your noises in so hard you thought they’d bleed.

She circled your entrance with the tip of the vibrator, mesmerized. “I can’t wait to stretch you open with this.”

You went tense at her words. “Wait, Selina!” you croaked. “Don’t—”

You were cut off as she sank the vibrator into your tight heat with a wet squelch. You’d only tried to fit this toy inside you once, and even then, it was so big, you’d only managed to get the tip inside before you couldn’t go any further. But you were equal parts surprised and mortified as she pushed the vibrator in you to the hilt.

She held it there, and her head snapped up, her eyes flickering over your face and observing your reaction. You felt yourself clamp down around the toy snug between your walls, the harsh vibrations shocking you from the inside out.

She pulled the toy out before thrusting it back in, hard and slow. You cried out, arching on the mattress. The leather around your wrists chafed your skin. “Selina…” you choked out. “Too… much…”

“You can take it, baby.” Her pace was relentless, driving the toy into you over and over. “I know you can.”

You bent your knees and spread your legs wider to alleviate some of the pressure, but all that did was heighten the sensation. She fucked you with the vibrator faster, twisting her wrist a little more each time. She plunged deeper into you until the tip brushed against a spongy spot that made your vision go blurry.

Your toes curled, and a high-pitched squeal escaped you. “There it is.” She grinned up at you from ear to ear like the cat that got the cream. “I want you to squirt for me, baby. Do you think you can do that?“

You were too far gone to answer her coherently. Unintelligible strings of curses interspersed with moans fell from your lips in a jumbled mess. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking it into her mouth. You were pretty sure your eyes literally rolled back into your head.

It was all too overwhelming: her wet mouth and skilled tongue licking and sucking your clit; the toy rubbing against your g-spot over and over; the vibrations pulverizing your sensitive walls. Your moans rose in pitch as the pressure built and built inside you until it was unbearable.

“Fuck! Se—” your voice broke each time you tried to say her name, though you weren’t sure why you were trying in the first place. Maybe to tell her to stop. Or maybe you were trying to warn her. “Se—” You couldn’t hold back anymore and let yourself fall over the precipice.

You threw your head back as you came all over the toy and her face. A loud wail left you as your vision went white, your walls squeezing down on the toy. She held it still inside you as deep as it could go while you rode out your high. You rocked your hips and fucked yourself on the vibrator, your eyes glazed over as you subconsciously chased the last remnants of your orgasm.

Your legs dropped flat against the mattress, your chest heaving as you panted. Your body twitched from the aftershocks of your orgasm. As the haze of pleasure slowly started to dredge away, you stared up at the ceiling as the reality of what had just happened hit you like a brick.

Selina pulled the vibrator out of you and stared entranced at the slick drenching the silicone. Her pink tongue darted out from between her lips to taste your juices, licking long, slow strokes up the length of the toy. She hummed and smacked her lips together, pleased.

She stared down at the mess between your legs. You swore this was the wettest you’d ever been in your life, and it was all at the hands of this twisted woman on top of you.

“That was so fucking hot.” She held up the toy, still vibrating strong. Then, her head snapped to look at you. “I want to watch you squirt again.”

Your eyes went wide with fear as she lowered the toy between your legs again.

You came so many times you lost count. Somewhere in the middle of it all, your head was so scrambled and pleasure-ridden, you couldn’t recall your own name. The only thing you could focus on as you mewled from oversensitivity was the voice in your ear, whispering, “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Who makes you come this hard, huh? Who fucks you this good? Only me.”

Eventually, it stopped feeling good and more like torture as she made you scream over and over.

She stopped when the sun started to rise and the vibrator died, the juice drained from the batteries. She tossed the toy aside and undid the restraints on your hands. They fell dejected on either side of your head. The blood had long drained from your hands, leaving them numb and prickly.

She leaned over you, peppering your face with kisses. “You were such a good girl for me, baby.” She pushed sweaty locks of hair out of your face. “You’re all mine now.”

You stared up at her through half-lidded eyes, exhaustion setting in after you’d been wrung dry. A tear leaked out of the corner of your eye and dampened the pillow under you. Your mother had warned you about the kinds of guys who visited the Iceberg Lounge, the ones with sharp-toothed smiles and silver-tongued words. But she couldn't have warned you about this.

You didn't have a clue who Selina was anymore, but whoever she was, she was far worse.

#dark!fic #dark!selina kyle #dark!selina kyle x reader #dark!selina kyle x you #dark!selina kyle x y/n #selina kyle #selina kyle x you #selina kyle x reader #selina kyle x y/n #dc #the batman #fanfiction #one shot

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🌌 give me something with vampire!selina ;)

Ooh okay let's go!! 😈

Chase Her Down

Pairing: vampire!Selina Kyle x gn!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, light smut (neck biting, licking, sucking, feeling), tw: noncon, tw: blood, tw: injury, tw: implied reader death (open to interpretation), chasing kink, vampires

A/N: Thankyou so much for this prompt Selene 🥰 sorry it took me so long!! But once I had an idea I couldn’t get it out fast enough. I hope you enjoy...

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Your feet fly on the pavement. "Shit shit shit!" Flinging the car door open, you leap inside.

Selina slams down the accelerator, the getaway car veering away from the curb, and shoots you an assessing glance. “You okay?”

A hiss of pain is your only response. You flip the sun visor down and turn your face to the side, looking at your chin. “Fuck.” One of the security guards got in a lucky shot - there’s a long line of red along your jaw, and its beginning to throb.

Selina glances at you again, and you see her grip tighten on the steering wheel. “Is that - ”

“Blood,” you confirm, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “It’s nothing, I just need something to stop the bleeding.” All you have right now is the sleeve of your shirt, but it’ll have to do. You try to ignore the little voice in your mind reminding you that Selina is a vampire, that she probably caught the scent of your blood the moment you got in the car, that you might be in danger.

Not that you’ve ever seen her lose control before. Your partner-in-crime has been careful to keep her vampiric nature from you as much as possible. It’s a tense partnership, but you work well together.

“No tail,” she murmurs, glancing in the rear view mirror, her alto voice laced with a darkness you’re not used to hearing.

You lean back in your seat, keeping the sleeve of your shirt pressed against your wound. It’s almost soaked through. Fuck it, you’re both thinking about it, you’re just going to say it. “You gonna be okay?” you ask, gesturing to your cut with your free hand.

Her eyes flash in your direction, so fast you barely catch it. “Just keep it covered.”

You eye her. “I will.”

Selina has spent way too much time thinking about what you taste like.

It’s the sweetest kind of torture spending so much time with someone whose scent is so alluring, wafting in her direction every time you’re near, tantalising her acute predatory senses.

Why she keeps you around, she can’t explain. It’s a constant exercise in control, only she doesn’t seem to be getting any better. If anything, it's only gotten harder the longer she holds out.

She dreams of you, waking up with her fangs out, biting down into her pillow on the edge of orgasm.

And now you’re together, in a small car, and you’re bleeding.

Selina doesn’t care where she’s driving to now, whatever street she’s on, it doesn’t matter.

Her fangs are out, and she’s lost the ability to think clearly, her instincts all focused entirely on you. On the softness of your breath, the shifting of your legs, the beating of your heart. It’s an effort to keep her eyes forward on the road.

Then you let out a curse under your breath, and lift your sleeve off the wound to replace it with your other hand.

The moment the blood uncovered, a scent so tempting it makes her body clench with thirst reaches Selina’s senses. She almost lets out a growl, barely managing to slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the deserted road.

“What are you doing?” you cry out.

She finally allows herself to look at you, sizing you up in the way she does her prey. Unable to stop herself. And with the final remnants of her control, she forces herself to speak.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run. Now.”

Your eyes widen, and your pulse begins to race, as you reach back for the door.

Selina closes her eyes, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, doing her best to fight off her instincts. But it’s so incredibly difficult to think over the thoughts racing through her mind.

The door opens, the car shifts as you get out, and all she can hear is the sound of your footsteps, fading fast.

Chase. Her. Down.

“Fuck!” she yells, slamming her hands on the steering wheel. You’re getting away.

It’s too much. She groans, her head falling back against the headrest, as she hears you turn a corner.

Then, her heightened sense locked in on you, she hears a sound - the tiniest whimper escaping your throat.

Control vanishes. Thirst takes over.

She lunges out of the car, racing after you.

The street blurs around her, and she vaguely recognises that she’s pulled over in a shifty area, downtown. Amidst the various scents, yours stands out, practically inviting her to give chase.

She follows it around a corner and finally sets her sights on you. The streetlights here are sparse and dim. Perfect for someone like her, who sees better in the dark.

She eats up the distance between you. You’re fast, but she’s a vampire; built to hunt down prey like you. Her footsteps barely touch the ground, gaze locked on your enticing form, and then she’s on you.

She snakes an arm around your neck and pulls you back into an alley, quickly dashing any hope you had of escaping. In the same movement she presses her mouth against your jaw and licks a stripe of your skin ravenously.

Her eyes roll back and she lets out an obscene groan, a wave of bliss washing over her as she finally tastes you for the first time.

“S-Selina - ” you pant.

“Shut up.”

The need for more of you is drowning out everything else. She twists you around in her arms so you’re facing her, her gaze locked on to your blood-stained neck. Her fangs ache with need.

Holding you in place with her grip on your chin, she lunges forward and buries her face in your neck, licking and sucking a path along your pulse. Your taste is divine, sending fire through her veins, calling to her very soul.

Around your waist, her grip tightens, crushing your body against hers as she lets her urges reign. The last thought that goes through her mind before her fangs sink into your neck, is that she could die happy.

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THE BATMAN MASTERLIST

a/n: below you will find all the works i've written for all the characters in this movie. enjoy!

Under no circumstances may you steal my work, say it’s yours, or post it somewhere else. The writings I put on here are mine unless stated otherwise.

smut =🔥| angst =💫 | fluff =🌙

BRUCE WAYNE

Shadows in the Storm |🌙

Summary: A rain storm with the Batman.

Blood Along the Moon (series) | 18+🔥| ONGOING

Summary: As a journalist in Gotham your one goal is to find the truth hidden within the depths of the city. Yet it seems things always go wrong in a city that thrives on chaos.

Fractures (series) | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: Something call you back home to Gotham and back into Bruce Wayne's life.

SELINA KYLE

Ladies First | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: You're in pain and unable to get away from work until Selina helps you find your way home.

ALFRED PENNYWORTH

Roses in Winter | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: Winter in Gotham with all it's brutalities was a death wish if one wasn't careful.

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Could I request prompt 5 with Selina please? ~ 🌺🦋

A/N: WoOoO first Selina request 🐱🖤 ofc you can, enjoy!!

Pairing: Kravitz!Catwoman x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright."

Words: 251

Her dark eyes stare into yours knowingly, softened from their usual hard, set stares she gives to others. The nights in Gotham are long and cruel, and though you know Selina can handle herself perfectly, you can’t help but worry every time she’s ready to go off and out to face those nights in her own way.

A tabby cat butts its head against your leg as you nibble at your lip, breaking the eye contact nervously, only for Selina to strut over and lift your chin up gently with her fingers.

“You gotta trust me, baby,” she reminds you with a slight smile, “I’ll be fine, you know that.”

“I- I know, I trust you,” you confirm slowly, “I just… I worry, I’m sorry. It’s just, everyone out there are so horrible and violent, I hate that there’s a chance…”

Selina sighs, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping an arm around you, her hand rubbing your arm. "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright. I’ll be back before you know it, yeah? Unless you wanna come with me…?”

You looks at you with an expectant smirk, and you think about it, glancing at her hesitantly.

“I don’t know… I don’t think I’d be any good at the things you do, Selina.”

Selina shrugs, shifting a cat who’s come to rest on her lap as she gets up and going over to the door before looking back at you with a smile.

“Only one way to find out.”

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Selina: Y/n I’m calling you to bail me out of jail, DO NOT tell Bruce!

Y/n: what’s in it for me?

Selina: I’ll give you Bruce’s credit card

Y/n: I’m on my way!!

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Bruce Wayne x Reader

Title: “Secrets will be told” SERIES PART 6 FINAL PART

Need a Refresher? Here are the previous parts!

Part 1      

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne (from the show Gotham) and Female reader. BOTH BRUCE AND READER WILL BE 26-28 in this part.

Warnings: None; I did not proofread; I quickly skimmed through

Summary of series: Bruce Wayne was captivated when he met Y/N, and the feeling was mutual. Dating turned into being engaged and engaged to married. They knew each other’s secrets and told each other everything; they confided in one another. But once Y/N follows Bruce back to Gotham, he begins to change... He becomes secretive, is he having an affair? Y/N needs to find out the truth.

The sound of beeping made me open my eyes. I frantically looked around, and tubes were in my nose, and the heart rate monitor was beeping quickly. “Y/N, sweetie, please calm down..” My mom’s hands held mine, and I turned to look at her. 

I could feel a burning sensation in my hand, and I held my hand in front of my face. The palm of my hand was wrapped in a bandage, and the doctor walked in. “It’s about time you woke up, Mrs. Wayne. You’ve been asleep for three days now; we were starting to get worried.” he said, as he looked down at his clipboard.

“Do you remember anything that happened?” he asked and I leaned back into the pillows behind me. “I-I was kidnapped... By Jeremiah Valeska, and I was saved by..by...” I started to remember last night.

“Stay standing. Don’t pass out. Just focus on me.” he said, and I shook my head. “Please, just tell Bruce I love him. Tell him, I’m not mad. Don’t let him blame himself for.. for.. th-this.”

My lungs were burning, and it felt like they could no longer hold any air.  My legs began to shake, and before my eyes closed, I heard the batman say: “I love you too...” 

“It’s okay, we don’t need to go over everything right now. But I am advising you go to therapy when we get you home. What you went through was traumatic, and I think it would be a great help..” he said, and then he cleared his throat. “But let’s discuss what is currently wrong. Your oxygen levels were extremely low from breathing in all of the chemicals. Your hand-” he lifted up my hand and unwrapped it.

My hand was red and blistered, “You will have a permanent scar on you right hand.” I lifted my hand up and the chemical burn was in the shape of a “J”.  Of course, that bastard had to leave his mark.

The doctor grabbed my hand and wrapped it with a clean bandage. “But there are some corrective surgeries that can fix it. I can get something scheduled if you would like.” he said, and I shook my head.

“Where’s my husband? Where’s Bruce?” I asked, and my mom stood up. “He went home to take a shower. He will be back soon.” Her thumb massaged the top of my hand, and I sighed.

 “Why did you go to Metropolis?” my mother asked.

“I can’t remember. I’m sorry.” I said, as she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m just so happy that you are going to be okay.” she whispered. 

The doctor picked up his clipboard, “Alright Mrs. Wayne. Your hand is all good to go. Now, I must advise you to get some rest. And if everything is good by tonight, I will consider letting you go home early.” he said before walking out of the door.

My mother and I sat there talking about her and my father’s recent trip, until she had to go home to clean up broken glass. I sat there staring at the bandage wrapped around my right hand. I began to unwrap the bandage and hissed at the stinging pain that shot through my entire arm. 

I stared at the raw, blistered skin. Of course, he left his mark on me. I started to cry at the site of it; I felt disgusting. I could still feel his lingering touch on my bottom lip, and the way he stared at me. I was supposed to be dead. Never has anyone wanted me dead, and I hoped that they put Jeremiah away. Because now, this felt like a game that was not going to end in my favor. 

A knock on my hospital room door tore my gaze away from my hand. Bruce stood there with a bouquet of roses. I wiped the tears from my face, and he quickly made his way over to me. “Y/N, I am so sorry about what happened. I wanted to be here when you woke up, but your mom made me go home and clean up.” he said.

He watched where my gaze went, and he looked down at my hand. “Let me wrap that up so it doesn’t get infected.” he said as he grabbed the bandages that were on the bedside table. I stared at him as he bandaged my hand, and he finally looked up at me. “We need to talk when we get home.” he said quietly, and I nodded. 

“About the divorce?” I asked, and he looked down at his hands. “If that is what you want, then yes. But I would really like for you to reconsider those divorce papers.” He spoke.

“Why would I do that?” I asked, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

“We will talk about this when we get you home.” he said, and he stood up from his chair. “Right now, I’m going to let you rest.” 

An hour after Bruce had left, I had fallen asleep. 

“I want to be able to control your pain and how fast you die.” Jeremiah hissed as he dragged a knife that had the residue from the chemical down my arm. 

“Stop! Please, stop!” I cried out, and all he could do was laugh in my face. 

Slowly, he dragged the knife down my cheek, “I hate having to scar your pretty little face. Maybe if Bruce doesn’t want you after this, I will give you a chance. After all, you will look just...like....me.”

I felt a hand shake my shoulder and all I could do was scream “No! Please, get off of me!” Bruce’s hand pulled back from me. 

“Y/N, it’s just me. It’s just me.” he said, and I jumped into his arms. “Please don’t let him get me, Bruce.” I cried out, and his hand cupped the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him, “He’s not coming back, Y/N. It’s over. Jeremiah is dead.” 

I pulled away from Bruce’s chest, “He-He’s dead? Are you sure?” I asked and Bruce nodded. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

When we had gotten back to Wayne Manor, Alfred was smiling. “It is so good to have you back, Mrs. Wayne. Want me to fix you something to eat or drink?” he asked, and I shook my head.  

Bruce gave Alfred a small smile, “I think we need some time to talk, if you don’t mind Alfred.” 

Alfred handed Bruce something, but I didn’t see what it was. Bruce picked up my uninjured hand and led me to his study. “I know I said I can explain everything, but I think it would be easier if I just show you.” 

I watched him walk over to his desk and grab a remote, and he clicked a button, and a loud sound made the room tremble. I took a step back as the fireplace retracted into the wall, revealing a dark hallway with stairs. Bruce picked up my left hand and led me down the dark staircase. “Um.. This isn’t the part where you are actually going to murder me, right?” I asked and Bruce smiled.

“You watch way too much crime shows, Y/N.” he continued to lead me down the never-ending staircase, but a bright LED light was shining at the end of the hallway. He turned to face me, “Before we go any further, please let me explain and answer your questions. And if you still want a divorce after seeing all of this, I understand.”

I followed him into the blinding light, and after my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I gasped. A group of computers almost took up one entire wall, and a big black military looking car was on the opposite side. But Bruce led me to a glass case, and once we got close enough, I stopped dead in my tracks. 

It was the Batman suit. Bruce opened the case, and I pressed my left hand up against the chest of the suit. Memories of being carried out of Ace Chemicals replayed in my mind. 

When he spoke that night, his last words to me were “I love you too.” Those words were not spoken in the Batman’s voice, but in Bruce’s voice. The scars on Bruce’s back, the late nights of him not being home, and this is the reason why he bulked up. Bruce Wayne, my husband, is the Batman. 

I turned to Bruce with tears in my eyes, “It was you. You are the Batman?” 

Bruce nodded his head as tears ran down his cheeks. “I had to retaliate, Y/N. When I heard Jeremiah escaped Gotham, I couldn’t be a sitting duck anymore. It wasn’t just me anymore, I had to protect you.” he said.

“And that woman in your office? Who is she?” I questioned and Bruce sighed. “That woman was Selina Kyle. She was warning me about Jeremiah. She heard that he was coming for me, but she didn’t know when. But instead, he went for you.” he explained. 

“We have been friends for a very long time, Y/N. Nothing is or ever will go on between her and myself. She is the reason Jeremiah will never come for us again.” he whispered, and I lunged into Bruce’s arms.

“I was so scared that I was going to die, Bruce.” I cried into his chest. “But the last thing I thought of before I passed out, was you. And when I looked into the Batman’s eyes, I should have known they were yours.” 

Bruce’s arms tightened around me, “I can’t lie to you, Y/N, but things are not going to be easy. Now that you know I am Batman, this is going to make you a target.” he said as he pulled away from me and held my face in his hands. “I can’t give up being Batman now. Gotham needs me more than ever, and if you want to leave me, I won’t hold it against you.” 

“Because I will never forgive myself if something were to happen to you. A part of me knows I should have left you in the dark, and I should have signed those divorce papers.” he said as a tear slipped from his eye. “But another part of me, the selfish part of me, doesn’t want to lose you. I love you, Y/N. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. However, I will respect the decision that you make.” Bruce said as he pressed his forehead against mine. 

I took in a deep breath, “I don’t want a divorce, Bruce. I really don’t. But please, don’t keep any secrets from me.” I said quietly, and Bruce picked me up off of the ground. “No more secrets.” he said before pressing a kiss to my lips. 

“Mrs. Wayne, you are going to need these.” he said as he pulled my engagement ring and wedding band out of his pocket. Bruce slipped them onto my ring finger. 

A few weeks later, I was able to remove the bandage from my hand. This was the first time in weeks I had seen my bare hand. As I removed the bandage, I saw the dark red ‘J’ scar that would be a permanent mark. 

Bruce came into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, “Are you alright?” he asked, and I closed my hand. “Yeah. I’m just trying to get used to this ugly scar.” I say and he wrapped his arms around me. 

“It won’t always be red. It should somewhat fade.” he said as opened my hand. He looked at the scar and sighed. “If I could have been there sooner.” he whispered, and I cupped his cheek. “Don’t go down that route, Bruce. I am just thankful you showed up when you did. Otherwise, things could have gotten worse.” 

He wrapped his arms around me, and I took in his scent. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, and Bruce nodded. “Will you train me, Bruce?” I asked and he pulled away from me. 

“Train you? For what?” 

“I don’t want to be that girl that was locked in a glass room, about to be murdered, Bruce. I don’t want to be the girl that is left with a scar as a reminder that I cannot protect myself.” I said and he tore his gaze away from me. “Please, Bruce?”

He stood there staring at the wall, and finally he answered. “Okay. You’re right. You need to be able to protect yourself. I will train you, but it’s not going to be easy.” 

That night, when we left “the batcave” after he told me was Batman, our lives had changed forever. I had to share the love of my life with everyone else in Gotham; they got the Dark Knight, and I got Bruce Wayne. The person I fell in love with at Princeton. 

He trained me just like he promised he would. Hell, I was so good at fighting that I was now known as the “Black Widow”. I fought right alongside my husband, helping keep the streets of Gotham safe.  

Then we adopted our first son, then our second, and then our third. Then Bruce found out he had a love child from before we met in college. And then we had a set of twins of our own. As a family, we had a pact, and that was never keep a secret. Because Secrets will always be told. 

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I know, cheesy ending. But I hope you guys enjoyed this little mini-series. I had fun writing it, and at times it was challenging, but definitely worth it. Thank you to the readers who stuck it out until the very end of this series! 

(Also, I couldn’t figure out a superhero name. So I went with Black Widow, I mean, I always can picture Bruce with a Black Widow!Reader. I do not own the rights to Batman/Bruce Wayne, or the characters mentioned. I only own the story line. Nor do I own the rights to the hero name Black Widow).

XOXO

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It's Not Over, Is It?

{Where a silly game of blooming romance, becomes tangled in a spiders web of jealously and rivalery.}

Cast: (Y/N) (L/N), Bruce Wayne, Talia Al Ghul [Rule 63], Catwoman [Rule 63].

Au Synopsis:

(Y/N), having been chosen as Bruce Wayne's manager/secretary for his "playboy act". Controlling over the media and press that had anything to do with Bruce Wayne or Batman.

(Y/N) is in love with Bruce and is a mother figure to Dick. But Bruce has never once tried to express his love for the reader. Afraid to ruin the little peace and normality he had in his life with you, Dick and Alfred.

So, he finds "comfort", in other's embraces unknowingly.

(Y/N) knows everything about Bruce, to his coffee, to the names that he slept with or fancied when in his "playboy persona".

Has helped create every file and notes or each vilian or other in his rouge gallery.

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Talia Al Ghul, the son of the Demon Head: Ra's Al Ghul.

Knows of the little game of "hopeless lovers" when he sees a pair. Instead of waiting for the other to fall, he instead makes his move. Finding (Y/N) under the guise of friendship and a random civilian that happened be at the right place and right time.

Yet. He toys with the Detective, that he and his father had found quite intriguing.

Though he is not seen as a worthy enough successor in his father's eyes. He doesn't mind, finding Batman much more of a worthy advisory and leader.

Ra's sees you as the perfect bride for his son. Along with carrier for the perfect successor.

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Catwoman: Selina Kyle

Selina adores poking fun at the Bat when knowing somewhere you could be listening. Often stealing Batmans communicator to converse with you.

He too plays the civilian card with you, wanting to charm you with his real self instead of the sleek cat burglar he dressed as.

He found you gorgeous, more precious than any jewelry he could've stole.

But you know his true intentions (?) and identity.

So often leading him astray with words of formality and obliviousnsss.

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"You know, I think it's weird.." The young Grayson started, watching you clean up Bruce's wounds carefully as he stares at you. Doing his best not to flinch or show any signs of pain. Failing terribly, but you didn't seem focused on it. More wrapped up with placing bandages over his ribs.

"What is odd to you, young master Richard?" Alfred questions the little Robin.

Dick looks away from the two, giving Alfred a stern look.

"Mom's been busy as of late..." The sidekick kicks his legs back and fourth on the small chair.

"In what way?" Alfred rose a eyebrow.

"I've noticed she's been getting flowers or little notes. I think, she thinks, there from Bruce." Dick sighs, "but I know there not. But also, I saw this guy follow me and her to the nice bakery she takes me too when I get a good grade on my tests."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the desserts are good. But not as good as your's Alfred."

"Why thank you, Master Dick." Alfred smiled at the young lad. "But I must say, a strange fellow following the two of you around sounds concerning."

"Don't worry, I kept glaring at him and told mom about it. So we left in a hurry. I made sure they didn't track us!" Dick said pridefully.

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[Just a small idea I had at 3am, hope you like it!]

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Christmas Preparations

summary: The Manor was full of bustling activity as everyone helped decorate for the upcoming holiday. Damian invited you over to help, he didn't intend for what happened next.

word count: 2,530~

warnings: pure fluff, a small reference to Jason & Martha/Thomas Wayne's passing.

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Christmas in the Manor was always a beautiful sight to see. Evergreens cascaded down every railing, accentuated with vibrant red ornaments and matching ribbons. Icicle lights were hung from every balcony as if snow itself made its way into the house. Wreaths, carefully adorned with their own lights and ribbons, lined each corridor to fill the hallways with warmth and light. 

Bells chimed under doorways where mistletoe lay hidden. Traditionally decorated trees, with vibrant ornaments and bright lights, stood tall in almost every room. The grandest tree of all was the centerpiece of the great hall, tall enough to be touched from the balconies of the second story. 

It was the iconic Wayne touch to every charity gala this time of year. Christmas could truly begin in Gotham once the star was placed atop that tree at the end of the Thanksgiving Speeches, where hundreds of people gathered to watch as the blindingly bright star was positioned just right. A toast and Christmas began.

But what truly made Christmas feel real, was up the staircases and into the den. A magnificent brick fireplace sparked to life in that room, shadows of red and orange spilled out of the room in the dark of night, welcoming every worn soul who wandered in. Just above the fireplace were seventeen stockings, all traditional red with gold embroidery spelling each name in swirly cursive. From Thomas and Martha all the way down to Alfred the Cat, each stocking was hung with care. 

“It’s a lot more uniform then I thought it’d be,” Damian heard you comment from below him. He hummed in response from atop the ladder, feeling the plush fabric of the stocking under his fingertips as he hung each one. 

“These stockings are purely for publicity’s sake, they aren’t our real ones.” 

“They aren’t?” He reached for another brick hanger from your hand. 

He lodged the metal onto the next brick over. “No, this is to keep nosy reporters happy.” 

You snorted, he caught the edge of your smile when he turned around slightly to grab the next stocking, a smaller one that read “Titus”. He turned around to refocus. “Where are your real ones then?” 

“In the cave,” he said simply, feeling as though it was absolutely normal for a family to have a separate set of stockings hidden underground. All personalized and barely matching, ranging from traditional red to eggplant purple to knitted white, they were home, all seventeen of them. With what started as Bruce and Alfred’s old stockings from Bruce’s childhood, slowly gained more traction as Dick entered the scene. 

They couldn’t find a matching stocking, as the ones from before were old, worn, and used, so Dick found the closest he could: red with simple white embellishments. It couldn’t dream of matching the embroidered names on the older stockings, or the ribbon that tied around them, but it was his, he had a home. Then came Jason’s plaid, hung always, even when it was  empty some years later. 

Then Barbara’s fancy stocking, with plaid sections and embroidered designs. Tim’s knitted white and Steph’s vibrant purple followed soon after. That was the year Tim found the Mr. & Mrs. Wayne stockings that matched Bruce and Alfreds, the same color and swirly cursive. 

Three stockings were empty that year. 

Then Damian’s own velvet green, a dark emerald. That year came the four small stockings, plaid with the pet names written in Damian’s handwriting. Cass chose a midnight black, the stars of Gotham caught in the fabric with glittered thread. Duke who followed shortly after, with his white and filled with gold embellishments. And Selina, who flickered in and out before solidifying her place in the family with her own cozy stocking, cat and all. 

They were clunky at best. Each year a new stocking was hung aside the rest but they all remained in age order on the cave walls. Some, for the members who picked them out at stuck young ages, had childish handwriting on its top. Others had stockings that matched their homes while for others, this was their first stocking ever. 

Barely the same height or size, they looked slightly off, but they were always endearing. 

It was a slice of normal in the chaos of this family, yet even the normal had the same cozy feeling of mayhem. 

Even now, with the manor bustling with activity, it just seemed normal to Damian, the chaos of the holidays was something he’d grown used to. There was so much decorating to be done this week as the Wayne’s prepared for the biggest event of the year. All hands on deck as all of you scrambled around the manor to decorate every inch of the place. 

Poor Alfred couldn’t decorate the entire place alone (as much as he wanted to), instead, he focused his efforts on creating the delicious dishes that would be catered at the event. Jason was more than happy to trade pie recipes while keeping Roy from raiding the pantry and Kori far from the oven. Wrapping paper was strewn across the floor of the Great Hall as the trio of Cass, Barbara, and Steph wrapped empty boxes to place under the tree, for a grand tree would look pitiful without its vibrant gifts underneath. The room was a mess and tape was caught on everyone’s feet, but the laughter filled the air.

Bruce and Selina were off hanging mistletoe and wreaths while Tim and his friends were up on the rooftop hanging lights—you didn’t know why that chaotic bundle of friends was allowed up there but you trusted the indestructibility of the Core Four helped. Dick and Wally were out on the lawn figuring out the tangled mess of lawn displays, and by that, you knew Dick was doing most of the work while Wally kept commenting about how much faster he could make this go. (“No powers outside the cave, KF.”) Somehow Duke ended up helping after that tangled mess got the two stuck together.

So here Damian was, with you, tasked with putting up the numerous fake trees in the main rooms of the manor only to get sidetracked when you found the gorgeous red stockings. 

“Have you put the other stockings up yet?” you asked him. You held the ladder in place as Damian leaned over slightly to reach for the last stocking placement. 

“Not yet,” Damian spoke, “I imagine they’ll be put up later tonight now that everyone is here.” 

With the stocking box now empty, he climbed down from the ladder and collapsed it swiftly. He caught your eye when you picked up the empty box. “It sounds like fun. Do you have a tree down there, too?” 

Damian took note of your smile, watching the fire light dance in your eyes. He blamed the warmth for why his hands felt so fidgety against the metal of the ladder. He turned away to put the ladder off to the side, diverting his attention to the unopened boxes. 

“We do. It's abysmal, I don’t think a single tree should hold so many ornaments, especially when those ornaments are outdated. Father doesn’t admit it, but he is getting nauseatingly sentimental.” He heard you break down the box from behind him as he opened the long one that held the tree for this room. 

“I think you just don’t want to see your old middle school photos printed onto ornaments,” you teased. You remembered the photos Dick showed you the second he found out Damian brought a friend over, far too happy for this kind of information. “You looked very adorable with your ruffled hair and scowl.” 

“It was not supposed to be ruffled,” Damian retorted, “and I was scowling because I spent all morning perfecting my hair only for some imbecile to ruin it.”

Your laugh cut through his defense with ease, his shoulders relaxed slightly from their defensive position. “You say that, but you scowl all the time, Dames, even right now.” You poked his cheek with the butt-end of a box cutter. 

He slapped it away and scowled even harder to spite you. Instead, you laughed, with crinkles around your eyes and vibrant fractals dancing across your pupils—he couldn’t keep the scowl on any longer, though he tried.

You both unpacked the parts of the tree and set to building it one section at a time. Damian paused when he held two branches. 

“You’re building it wrong,” he noted. 

Your head popped out from behind the tree, surrounded by tiny pieces of green plastic. “No I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” He held up the uneven lengths of green PVC. “This one is longer than the center part you already connected, this,” he lifted the section of tree in his hand for emphasis, “is supposed to go on first, then that one.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched slightly and Damian hated how he noticed the tip of your nose moving in tandem. You cimbled out from inbetween the corner of the room and the tree to look at it from his perspective. 

“Huh,” you said. He could hear the stumped consonants in your voice that made your confusion obvious. “You’re right.” 

“Of course I’m right.” 

You bumped his shoulder hard. “Arrogant ass.”

Damian bit back a snort. 

Four sections of spiky plastic and a million branches to unbend, Damian’s hands felt a million prickles in them. A sharp jab as opposed to the heat that radiated from the crackling fireplace beside him. 

“Should we put tinsel on this tree like the one in the drawing room? Or focus on ornaments like the one we did in the dining hall?” 

Damian turned around to see you holding up a silver garland of tinsel in one hand and a tube filled with colored ornaments in the other. His eyes flickered between them both but couldn't help the apathy he felt towards either option. 

“You choose,” he settled on, the same answer he gave when you asked this question every other time you set up a tree. 

You huffed, “You’re no help.” 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He busied his hands with the cord connected to the tree and its matching remote. 

“You would end up choosing the one you preferred either way, it’s much simpler to let you choose from the start.” Plastic poked the sides of his body as he leaned through the branches to plug in the tree. 

“I would not!” you scoffed, “I respect your decisions so long as you make the obviously correct one.”

Damian rolled his eyes, knowing that you could tell by his lack of response. When he leaned back out, he saw you had picked the tinsel. He looked at you with a bored expression. “You chose tinsel?” 

“Yes?” you responded, as if you were offended he doubted you. You matched his judgment with your own easily. “I want to try the falling tinsel look.” 

“Falling tinsel,” Damian repeated back slowly, not quite understanding your artistic vision. 

You hummed, sure of yourself as you made your way to the tree. “Like this.” You plucked a few strands of tinsel from the garland and draped them over a single branch to make it look like the tinsel was similar to that of falling icicles.

The tinsel shifted as you shoved the garland towards him. “You try.” 

“You want me to dismember the tinsel.”

“Don't be so morbid.” He watched you smile despite the roll to your eyes. “It’s not like the tinsel is sentient.” 

“I suppose not.” Damian ripped a few strands off himself, feeling the aluminum coating soothe the earlier pricks on his hands. Together, you draped silver across as many branches as you could see, even the ones at the back of the tree despite Damian’s protests. 

“You can’t even see it.” 

“So?”

He let you work, holding the garland for you to reach as you squeezed behind the tree. Eventually, you stepped out as Damian picked up the tinsel that lined the floor. “I think it needs some ornaments,” you said softly, no doubt speaking to yourself.

Damian peered upwards at the tree and hummed in agreement. Soon enough, every other branch held up a sleek round ornament that shifted in the firelight, reflecting the soft glow of the room. 

“Turn on the lights, Dames. I wanna see how it looks.” 

He clicked the remote on and the tree bursted to life. Small bulbs of color illuminated the entire room with vibrant hues of Christmas. It was no doubt the best tree you’d done today, perfectly timed for it was also your last. 

“It’s beautiful,” your voice was soft and full of wonder. 

Damian’s eyes followed yours around the tree, remembering each tinsel that your hands placed so carefully and each ornament you debated placements for. He could see you in the creation of something so beautiful, purely because you had made it. 

His eyes jumped to the top. “It’s not quite done yet.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched in thought, it was a flicker of a movement before it smoothed out, but Damian saw it just in time before it slipped into obscurity. Slowly, a smile crept onto your lips. “The star! I almost forgot.” 

The giddy and excitement in your voice was enough to rub off on Damian. His heart felt a flutter as his body filled with coziness. He watched from beside the tree as you dug for the topper from the boxes. 

“Here it is,” you said, holding up the gold encrusted decoration, sparkles and diamonds covering the entire surface of the lavish item. “Put it up there,” you handed the star out to him. 

Damian shook his head slightly. “You should do the honors.” 

You gave him a deadpan look. “Do you honestly think I could reach that high? You do it.” 

And ruin the moment between you and your creation? “I’d rather not,” he said. “I’ll lift you.” 

A soft snort escaped you. “There’s a ladder that’ll work just fine.” 

“I already put it away. Just come on, unless you’re a coward?” Damian challenged, his arms stretched towards you that left very little room for you to argue. You shook your head, not surprised in the slightest. You slowly walked towards him with the topper secure in your hands.

Damian felt his heartbeat ring in his ears as his arms wrapped around your upper thighs. It only got louder as you balanced yourself with your hand on his shoulder, a whirlwind of annoying butterflies pattered against his lungs and chest. He looked up, breathless, as you reached for the top of the tree, much easier now that you could reach. 

From here, he saw the stars in your eyes as the vibrant lights reflected onto your skin in small bursts of green, red, and yellow. Your smile was nearly as bright as the room around you both, with its fire and lights, Damian swore he could see the brightest star of all trapped in your happiness. The tree was no longer beautiful simply because you created it, it was a reflection of the beauty he saw in its creator. 

And all at once, the world stopped. 

Oh. 

Oh.

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GOTHAM CITY SIRENS (generalized canon)

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"Harley-napping" (Harley Quinn × Poison Ivy x Selina Kyle × Fem!Reader)

I Stealing Harley from the Squad and then having a fun night out.

| SFW, mature language, action, criminal acts (duh), -platonic!reader/though there's hints of something more or a past relationship with Cat

I You're a thief, demolitions expert, and have EOD training in this one. Pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Arkham City video game)

| +words

| part: two of two (part one)

“C’mon Croc, we’re all friends here.”

You walk away from your opponent, skidding around the hulking mass in front of you whenever he gets too close. God, you hated Killer Croc.

He growls.

“I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight, girl, and neither is Waller.”

You tip your head back and laugh.

“Is that so, buddy?” You step onto the raised edge of the embassy building the Squad had been deployed in. Was this ugly motherfucker serious?

You watch Killer Croc’s eyes narrow as he takes a step forward with yet another growl. You shake your head, shaking off the way the sound sends shockwaves into the air, and tutt in disagreement.

“Uh uh. If you want me you’ll have to work for it.” You smirk, spreading your arms wide, “Catch me if you can.”

You wave a little and then tip off the ledge of the building. Falling.

As the wind from your descent whips around you wildly, you whoop loudly. Tilting your upper body upwards you go to grasp at the grappling gun attached to your hip and fire—

You’re jerked roughly to a stop, breath punching out of you, equilibrium disrupted, and stomach the wrong side of queasy.

The jolt in your descent makes you give a breathy yell in surprise and the comparatively mild knock of your head on the side of the building shocks you into silence.

‘The fuck?’ Your mind supplies and you groan.

It takes you a while, your brain taking a few moments to wrap around your new position and the distinct lack of anything in your hand, before you force your head up. Slitted eyes meet squinted brown and your gut clenches.

Copperhead. What kind of fucking circus was Waller running here?

“You have,” you close your eyes and gasp, “Got to be kidding.”

Selina Them were so making this night up to you later.

“What fun is there in jokes when I could be killing you instead?” His tail tightens around your middle from where he’s dangling you in the air, hanging halfway outside an upper floor window himself, and you wheeze. “This spoil is ours.”

The hissed sentence makes you want to tense up but - even lightheaded - your training kicks in and dictates you do the opposite. Relaxing proves to be the correct move too because Copperhead gives an incredibly startled look at the drop in your weight. Thankfully the lapse is immediately exploited by one of the vines resting on the side of the building coming to life and striking out to wrap around his throat.

He’s too shocked to coil back around you but that also means that when his tail goes lax you drop from it.

And here you were without your grappling gun. You can even see where it is, gun dangling from the line and hook stuck in the stone structure of the building.

Two - maybe three - seconds of stomach dropping airtime is what you’re bestowed with before you land into something soft and vaguely organic smelling. Your breath hasn’t even fully caught up with you when the thing closes around you and you’re being lowered to the ground at a much more respectable pace.

It’s not till you touch gravel and the thing unfurls that you fully register what it is—a flower.

“Okay,” you gasp, nodding to yourself. A humongous flower rescuing you from impending death was by far not the weirdest thing you’d seen in Gotham - and to be expected considering current company.

Tenderly brushing your hands over the petal closest in gratitude and then pushing yourself out of the vibrant flower takes more effort than it should. Having to repeatedly remind yourself to take deep breaths dulls the hell outta your reaction time it would seem.

Your breath stutters, body harshly trying to regulate itself, but you wave off the green hand being held out to you. When Ivy even got so close you’ve no idea.

When your knees buckle Ivy disregards the dismissal entirely, not even hesitating for a second before grabbing you. Steady hands wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to her, and your own hands snap up to grasp at her forearms.

Ivy clicks her tongue at you. She smells just as organic as the flower did and that helps ground you at least.

“I thought I made it expressly clear I needed you alive,” she hisses softly but her eyes are sliding over you in fits and there’s a hint at something not too reproachful in them.

You humph but negate to curse her out the way you want. Or at least the way some people seem to think you will going off of the half cringes taking over the faces of the other two women behind Ivy.

You roll your eyes.

“I am a human and you put me on distract-the-animal-mutate-s duty. I don’t know what you expected,” you swallow, “but thanks…”

Ivy shrugs then points over her shoulder at an interestingly disheveled Harley. When she lets go of you she pushes you toward the blonde without another word.

Said woman smiles wide and waves at you, cringe forgotten for now, but covered head to toe by what might be soot with her outfit askew and hair sticking up in all types of directions.

“Please tell me something hasn’t already exploded.”

“Oh no!” Harley scoffs at your concern as she walks to you, bat swinging lowly in her dropped hand. She does gesticulate with it languidly, indicating a side of the embassy you’d managed to miss until now that’s definitely seen better days. “The building’s structure just wasn’t worth shit. Frosty barely flicked it before it started crumbling over our heads. Me and Cat slipped out just fine though, don’t worry!”

“Uh huh,” you grunt offhandedly, hands already rifling through your pack for the supplies.

You weren’t a surgeon but for your friend you could make this work. Would have to make this work because if you don’t pull this off you’re not entirely certain Ivy won’t kill you, fondness for you be damned.

Harley turns for you without you having to ask and you set to work right away; consulting the schematics Selina had managed to steal and your own scattered knowledge of anatomy to extract both of the bombs deep in the base of her neck and the tracker embedded in her bicep.

It’s as you’re working on the second bomb that Harley begins to fidget. Starting to rock in place for a second before remembering what’s happening, or moving to get a crink out of her neck but stopping herself half way.

At one point she rocks back enough that your retrieval tool clinks against the pill sized bomb and you tense, teeth grinding together. The localized EMP you were using to slow the bombs tampering fail safe wasn’t foolproof, it would still go off if you messed with it too fast, but you couldn’t block the transmitter entirely cause that’d definitely tip off Waller and she’d detonate the bombs in a heartbeat.

When nothing aside from your heart dropping into your spleen occurs you breathe out a small sigh.

Harley doesn’t see the panic flash across your face but she does see how Ivy reacts to it. If looks could kill you’d be way past the seventh gate of hell by now.

Harley’s voice cuts through the tension.

“What’s going on?”

“Just…hold still so I can cut the damn bomb out, Harls.”

“Sorry sorry,” she shrugs the smallest bit. “I’m getting antsy is all.”

“Well stop it,” you murmur.

Your tweezers finally get a decent grasp of the implant and you extract it carefully. It comes out even smoother than the last and you hand the bomb to a thickly structured plant that Ivy has walk a good distance away from you all.

Collectively all of your abdomens unclench and every one of you starts moving lighter. The tracker is extracted soon after and you plop it into Harley’s hand, happy to be rid of the stressor.

Harley cheers, throwing the tracker toward the vicinity of Cooperhead’s limp body. She runs up to Ivy right after that, jumps into the taller’s embrace and they share a passionate kiss.

You raise your brows, turning away. Selina and you both exchange a glance and when she walks over to give you your own hug you reciprocate the gesture.

“Thanks for helping out,” she says into the side of your head. You nod into her shoulder before pulling apart. You both squeeze each other's hands, her lighter thumbs rubbing lightly over your knuckles.

“Humph,” you duck your head at the way she meets your eyes and let go of her to go examine the stagnant bombs.

Selina leaves you to stare at them.

They’re so …innocent looking when they’re just chilling in the middle of one of Ivy’s oversized plants. You’d never expect they’d be able to take out two people if a second person was close enough. It was barbaric.

The scoff you let out is full of contempt.

Harley peeks over your shoulder, energy revitalized without the threat of death hovering so close, and the only reason you don’t startle is practice. Even crazier is that you haven’t seen her in nearly a year and her absurd knack for sneaking up on you was still familiar.

“Harley,” you admonish quietly, making yourself relax back and willing your heart rate down.

Naturally, Harley ignores you. “So you gonna disarm them now, or what?”

Harley having broken the seal, Ivy and Selina move to gather around the plant with you as well.

You hum at Harley’s question, “I could do that…or…” you meet the gazes of the women with you and their eyes glint back with a similar desire.

_ _ _

All of your laughter echoes into the night air, nothing but knocked out Squad members scattered about and crickets in your near surroundings.

“Planting the bombs in the underside of the Squad’s truck was a good idea, Y/n. I knew you still had it in ya!”

You scoff, “Right?”

“Yeah, and I say we keep this ball rolling!” Harley announces. She’s linked arms with Ivy, leaning into the other woman as they walk. “Get the team back together for some real excitement!”

Ivy stares down at her with an uncomfortable amount of affection and you have to look away from her and from Harley’s expectant expression. Unfortunately that means you’re looking at Selina instead and the way she grins at you sends your heart racing.

Yeah, no. Ultimately you settle on only looking straight ahead of you, brows furrowing as you think about how exactly you’re gonna get home. You clear your throat.

“You guys have fun with that. I’ma head home though.”

Harley makes an anguished sound.

“No, whaddya mean? Let’s go have some fun!” She detangles herself from Ivy to sling an arm over your shoulder. “I missed my favorite arsonist and it’s been forever since we’ve all been together. We should totally celebrate!”

You hear an “Oh boy,” off to the side from Selina and couldn’t agree more.

“I’m not an arsonist, Harls.”

She giggles, “Sure you are. When you go out on the town you usually explode shit, and that comes with lots of fire.”

“Okay, but the fire isn’t the goal. I’m not obsessed with it like Firefly’s crazy ass.”

“So what? You’re basically an arsonist with more steps. Fire starters still a fire starter if ya asks me. Ain’t that right, Red?”

You glance at each other over the blonde's head, your own shaking minutely, but Ivy just smirks.

“On the money, Love.”

Damnit, you should’ve asked Selena for help. Harley squeals and rushes away from you to catch Ivy up in a hug again.

“Ohhh, I knew you had my back, Iv!”

She ends the hug after kissing Ivy some more then snatches something off Selina’s belt and bounds over to you with it.

“Here.”

Harley pushes something into your chest—a ski mask

You guffaw.

“Oh no, I did not come here to fucking steal with you. All you bitches bring is trouble.”

“If we’re such trouble then why’d you come babes? We’ve already been working together and none of our recreational activities ever don’t lead to a little trouble anyway.”

“Just like helping breakout and disable the bombs put into an inmate, which you just did, mind you,” Ivy adds very unhelpfully.

You curb the urge to flip her off - an action Ivy would surely laugh off anyway - instead focusing on Selina taking up your immediate line of vision.

“They’re right,” she croons. The claws of her glove tap at the mask. “Just think of this as an early Christmas present.”

You turn the mask over in your hands, running your fingers over the two points at the top. Cat ears.

“Your old mask? Really?”

She shrugs, “It fit in my pocket.”

You shake your head at all three of them - Ivy too. She better not think she looks any more subtle than the other two with her up-to-no-good smirk fully in place. Upstanding citizens don’t make that face at the prospect of an impromptu heist.

“What would we even steal?”

Harley smiles.

“Wellll, Waller sent us to retrieve some old super important papers. Not really my thing but treasury documents sell like crazy. They’re like the government secrets of the bonds world, big men inbetween wives with fragile senses of self worth pay top dollar for them.”

Clearly being able to see the wheels in your head turning in her favor Selina drapes herself over your shoulders. She doesn’t even have the decency to assuage your ego by speaking, just starts playing with the way some of your coils are tight enough to spring back into shape when they’re pulled on. You blow air out from your nose and the way she chuckles reverberates up your spine.

“Now that you mention it, Harley, what does Amanda want with decades old bookkeeping anyway?”

“Leverage, Kitty Cat,” you can feel the way Selina’s eyes narrow and Harley laughs, “Waller serves the US government, and nothing does those a-holes better than a boon they can hold over some foreign schmucks’ heads.”

“Compelling argument,” you murmur, still twisting the mask over and over in your hold.

When you look up both Harley and Ivy are giving you expectant looks. Selina pokes you in the side.

“Just say yes, Slick,” she takes the mask and slips it over your head before walking around to grab your hand and pull you towards the others, “You know you're itching for the thrill.”

You give their words a second more of consideration before your lips purse.

“Fine,” Harley lets out a whoop, “but the second we get wind of Bats we leave.”

“Deal!”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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Theme: Angst

Character: Selina Kyle

Word Count: 284

Mourning Bride; Unfortunate attachment. I have lost all.

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Everyone knows Selina. You know Selina.

But no one really, truly knows Selina. No one knows that even though she rejected you, she actually liked you, too.

She'd found that little confession of yours adorable. It was sweet, even. How cute of you, she thinks. But she figures you'd probably want someone else and not her. You could do better than her, she thinks. Well, not thinks. She's sure of it.

But you? You're convinced you are nowhere near being worthy of her. You'd gotten the answer you expected, and yet...

And yet here you are, coughing up flowers. Coughing up flowers stained a deep crimson from your blood. Pretty little flowers, filling your lungs because of a love you know is hopeless. Something unfortunate, and not meant to be.

So you spend your days withering away, because you just don't have the heart to admit that your own self was right. You're just a little stubborn. Okay, maybe a lot stubborn.

Selina had always loved that stubbornness. But for once, she just wished you weren't. Because when she decides that she should give it a chance, she is all but too late.

Because here she is, cradling your cold hand. Because she got there too late to tell you that she loved you, too. She is all but too late to tell you she lied, that she felt you deserved someone else.

How unfortunate that out of all things she wants besides wealth, she lost it. She lost you. You were the one thing she wanted in this life more than any piece of fine jewelry or money. You stole something from her that she couldn't ever hope to take back.

Her heart.

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[redhead-batgal]

Pretty Please can you do a part 2 to touch the sky i am very much invested

Also hope your having a good day 😊

Type: Two Shot (Part One: Here)

Pairing: Princess! Reader x Guard! Damian Wayne

AU: Royals AU And Medieval AU!

Content: Cursing, escapee princess, royal stuff, injuries, sarcasm, fights, fluffy scenes 😉, some minor angst and possible foreshadowing

Word Count: 2,691

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, K/N: Father’s name, Q/N: Mother’s name, N/n: Nickname

(I may or may not have more parts of this planned 😂)

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Her heart almost always on her sleeve, the crown princess of Gotham lived with her emotions vibrant and clear. While she may not always completely understand why certain emotions occurred, she knew when they did and wasn't afraid to show them. Well at least most of the time.

When it came to her guard, the princess had an unfortunate habit of never truly showing her emotions... or at least never showing the right ones.

Thick, slimy and smelly mud, you were covered nearly from head to toe in mud.

It was a tactic of sorts, to avoid being found. Found by guards, your parents, the hound dogs or even worse, being found by Damian.

You had barely made it into town when a flurry of guards raced towards its edges calling for you. While it was clear to you, they hadn't noticed you, your stomach spun and jumped, causing your already racing heart to beat faster.

All you had to do, was make it to the shelter. There you could figure out who needed the most help. However, it appeared, that whoever was leading the search knew of your plans. And because of this, you feared it was Damien.

So, not only to disguise yourself, but to make it easier to sneak around you found the nearest puddled of dirt and 'tripped' into it. It took barely five minutes for your whole body to be covered. Now, you looked more like you were a street urchin then a runaway royal.

Still, as you hunkered yourself down and hobbled across the cobblestones, something in your gut made you think it would not be enough.

You had just begun to hobble down the path when a brunette woman spotted you and swiftly made her way to your side. She cooed softly and you froze. Something out the way her brown eyes twinkled, and the curve of her smile seemed familiar. "Oh, you poor dear," The woman murmured her hands hovering over you, "why you look simply dreadful. yes, yes come this way. Let me help clean you up."

You blinked as the woman gently grabbed the cleanest part of your arm and began guiding you towards a store nearby. She hummed slightly and you began to look her over. Simple clothes, humble even, yet her face-her face seemed too elegant and- oh Oh!

"Mi- Miss Kyle?" You whispered recalling the thief Captain Wayne often asked for help from.

A cunning smile snuck onto the woman's face, and she winked at you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you continued to let her pull you to the store. She opened the door, and you heard a faint ring before the two of you entered the store.

Two more woman, a blonde and a redhead were inside. The blonde perched upon the counter and the redhead sitting in a chair behind it. The blonde giggled slightly, and the redhead stood up a scowl appearing on her face.

"Kitty, what is this?"

Miss Kyle smiled before gently pulling you in front of her. She gestured to you and the blonde smiled wildly.

"A runaway princess in need of help, my dearest flower. You've heard of how she comes to town to see things. She gives money, food and she- well sometimes I've been told she's even kicked scoundrels assess."

The blonde slipped off of the counter and moved towards you. She looked you up and down, clicking her tongue as she did.

"Well Ivs, she's not wrong. This honey needs some help. I mean look at her!"

The redhead sighed before giving you a look, "You know I don't care for those things Harles. But... mud is not a good look on you your highness."

You blanched before shaking your head. Your hands flew out as you tried to wipe away the woman's comment.

"You- you don't need to call me that. Please, just call me Y/N. I wish to be treated with equal respect as you."

The redhead blinked before a sly smile appeared on her face. She walked towards you before placing a hand on your shoulder. She slid a finger under your chin, tilting your head up.

"Yes, yes we should get her cleaned up. After all, I doubt this disguise will hide you from those guards scurry out on the streets."

She turned back towards the other woman a cunning smile replacing the old one.

"Shall we girls?"

The blonde squealed with delight as she bounced towards you.

"This is gonna be so much fun! My oh my you are gonna look like a doll after we're done Y/N."

A weak smiled made its way onto your face and the three women began to surround you.

"I've always wonder what it'd be like to dress up a princess." Miss Kyle finally said, and your stomach dropped.

Oh no, what had you gotten into?

Not long later, you blinked in surprise, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror. The layered and tattered skirts tied in a knot at your hip. Bellowing white sleeves connected to an almost to short bodice, a corset clung to your ribs ending just above your belly button. Raising your hands, you watched as the hem of your shirt rise, almost showing your skin. A bandana was tied around your hair, which loosely spilled around your shoulders. Feet practically bare besides anklets covered in bells and coins and think soled shoes that seemed invisible.

"Oh- wow" You whispered, "i- i look.-"

The redhead- Ivy snorted, "Poor and unsightly?"

"Ravishing?" Miss Kyle- no Selina grinned.

"Completely different!"

"Is that a bad thing hon?" The blonde, Harley, asked batting her eyes.

You shook your head as you turned away from your own reflection.

"No, not at all. It's amazing. I look like the dancers in the books about- hmm, what was the place again?... I can't recall, I've read many books but It's- it's breathtaking to see on myself."

Selina's smile stretched across her entire face, causing her cheeks to curve. Harley beamed and Ivy shook her head, a smiled daring to be on her face.

"Well kitten, I do believe you are ready to go out now."

You blinked a few times before nodding. Moving towards your pile of sullied clothes you removed the basket. Pulling a small bag from it you dropped a few gold coins into your hand. Six at most before holding them out to Ivy. Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head taking a few steps away from you.

"No, no."

"Please, it's the least I can do. You've helped me out and I must pay for the service. It's only right."

Eyebrows narrowing Ivy glared at you crossing her arms, "Would you pay a noble?"

"Yes," You replied without hesitation, "if they had helped me as much as you have, of course I'd pay them!"

Ivy's face dropped and she sighed, her arms unfolding she reached out and took the coins from you.

"Fine, but one of us will be accompanying you around town. I cannot let anything happen to you. Wayne would lose his shit."

You nodded slowly a smile growing on your face as Harley offered a arm to you.

"Let's go!"

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After a few hours, your pouch was severely lighter, and a smile was stuck on your face. Harley was just behind you, and you spun around to meet her gaze.

Harley's smile was falling from her face, and you looked up towards the sky before shaking your head.

"You can go you know; I'll be fine getting back to the castle from here." You remarked.

Harley raised an eyebrow, and you noted the glimmering band on her wrist. Spoils from your war against the town's poverty. She gave you a look before sighing and nodding.

"Alright. But tomorrow you must come with guards or send work. Ivs wouldn't be happy to learn you got into danger because I left you."

You nodded and Harley gave you a wave of sorts before turning and walking down the way. Looking the opposite direction, you found a path that had a descendant of houses that seemed to get more run down and rotting as the descendant deepened.

What- what if there were people who needed help down there? It looked as if it wouldn't hurt that you went to give help. Especially since you still had quite a bit of money and since there was still light out.

And guards? Well, you hadn't seen them in hours, more then likely they gave up and were just waiting for you to return home. But... but shouldn't you get home? It had been quite the day and... and well you were feeling a bit guilt to be honest.

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a man walking up to townspeople and talking to them. Wait- wait oh no... was that- Damian?

Swallowing you noticed the person he was talking to pointing in your direction. Oh no, you, you had to go.

Hurrying down the path, you began to slide down the hill. Where- where to go, where to hide? Oh goodness if Damian found you, you were going to be in so much trouble.

You spotted a turn and hurried towards it, it ended sharply. oh no, a dead end- an alleyway? Pressing yourself against the wall you waited.

Footsteps raced passed and you let out a breath of relief. Looking back towards the end of the alley you raised an eyebrow. What were you going to do now?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

Swirling around you blinked a few times to see a familiar figure's arms wrapped around your waist.

The name slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, "Damian?"

Damian hissed leaning in towards you, "What were you thinking? Going out without a guard and then galivanting around the slums! Did you seriously think nothing would happen?"

You swallowed as for a minute, images of blood and blades flashed through your mind. You didn't mind violence but if you- if you were the one- it- oh you couldn't, "How- how did you recognize me?"

"I will always recognize you, anywhere, anytime, anyplace."

You blinked a few times as heat flushed your cheeks, shifting in Damian's grasps you looked away from him. Gently shoving at him you shook your head.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Damian raised an eyebrow at your and shook his head a bit of smile on his face as he leaned in towards you.

"I'm going to bring you back to the palace and then you are going to receive punishment. Not only from your parents but from me, understand?"

You rolled your eyes, recognizing the teasing in his voice. Flicking his nose, you smiled. Looking towards the alleyway you noted the figures slowly descending upon the two of you.

"Oh damn." You muttered fully slipping away from Damian, "Looks like we have visitors."

"Oh, look it's a pretty rich little thing. Don't you think she should pay the toll?" One of the guys inquired looking back at his friends.

Damian sighed and pulled a sword out of its scabbard on his waist. You retrieved the dagger from a pocket in your cloak and twirled around your fingers.

"Where in the hell did you get that?"

A smile nearly jumped to your face as you remembered the disgusting man with his eyes clinging to young girls walking past shops, how he followed them, and you followed him. Light fingers snatching the nearest and loosest thing... a ruby engrained dagger.

"Let's just say I received it from a generous benefactor." Your smirked.

Damain blinked raising an eyebrow, "Is this benefactor aware you, have it?"

"Well... he might. At least by now he should be."

You grinned at him, and Damian rolled his eyes. The guys began to surround the two of you. Raising the blade, you pointed it at one of the guys. He blinked a few times, and you tilted your head in recognition.

He pointed at you his eyes going wide, "Hey! That's my dagger!"

"Oh, is it?" You replied batting your eyes as the guy got closer to you, "I hadn't noticed. Why don't I return it to you?"

The man lunged towards you, and you thrust the blade straight into his gut while swallowing. It hurt, to hurt people. Oh gods, you really didn't like it. It felt like you were stabbing yourself.

Pushing the blade's handle deeper into the guy, you were able to shove him off of his feet. Spinning around, you noted the guys surrounding Damian and you lunged forwards. Grasping at one of the guys' shoulders and bringing him down with you.

Rising to your feet, you quickly kicked the man in the face and stumbled closer to Damian.

Turning you found a man rushing towards you, flinching for a moment. Before he suddenly dropped to the ground, and you raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Behind him, Damian stares at you his eyes blazing. A growl of sorts escapes him as he storms towards you. In an instant he has you in his arms before you were suddenly thrown over his shoulder.

"We are heading back this instant. I swear you are always in constant danger."

"Back? We are heading back? Right-right now?" You squeaked.

"Yes," Damian confirmed, "we are going back so that you are not in anymore danger."

Walking down the alley you could feel the rage. bellowing from Damian and suddenly you felt his wince. Wince? Oh no... please no-

"D- Sir Wayne, are you perchance injured?"

Damian went quiet going still as well before he gently places you on the ground. Your gazes met and you raised an eyebrow. You looked him over, noticing a growing splotch on his abdomen.

"You- you're hurt..."

Something washed over you, air catching in your lungs as you grabbed his arm and pulled it over your shoulder.

"We- we need to get back... now. If-" You felt your words beginning to collide as tears built up in your throat.

"If anything happened to you-"

Your eyes began to burn, and you heard Damian intake a breath. Sniffing you shook your head, and he pulled you in closer. His heart- you could hear his heart hammering in his chest. it was almost as if you could hear it faltering.

"I'm going to fine Princess-" He mumbled as tears began to spill down your face, "Y/n, I'm going to be fine. You don't need to worry."

Sniffing more you felt your breath hiccup as your mind screamed, "But- bu- what if you're- you're wr- wrong? If- you die or a- oh gods, if you die, I'll never forgive myself- I I might even die too."

Damian went still as you felt your body shaking. He- he was going to die... and0 and it was all going to be your fault.

"Y/n, I will be fine. I've suffered worse injuries while at Demonfang."

"You what?" You seethed whirling on him.

Damian looked at you and you raised an eyebrow before sniffing as you felt your tears beginning to stop.

"Worse?"

A weak smile appeared on his face before you huffed and continued pulling him down the alleyway. Why did he have to get involved in this? Oh, gods you were never going to live this down.

Sniffing you rubbed at your eyes before shaking your head.

"Okay- okay fine. But- we, we need to get you somewhere safe."

Damian looked at you, tilting his head and he closed his eyes sighing, "We won't make it to the palace in time."

Your brow furrowed and then a thought popped into your head.

Oh no, this is definitely worse then before. Everything is so going to go wrong- no it is so wrong.

"I-," You began, "I know a place."

Damian blinked and you swallowed., still feeling your body tremble.

"Okay, lead the way." He sighed.

Nodding you began pulling him down the path. Squeezing your eyes shut you bit the inside of your cheek. Please, oh please don't let him die.

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[buttercup--bee]

Bruce: Y/N, there's actually something I have been wanting to ask for a while. I know we've only been friends for a while, but there are times when I feel like our relationship has moved beyond that. That what we have is special and different; exciting and scary. But I want to have these feelings. What I've been meaning to ask you is, would you like to go on a date with me? A romantic one?

Selina, in a wig: Hard pass.

Bruce: OKAY, YOU'RE NOT HELPING.

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[usetheeauthor]

I Know What You Did Last Weekend 18+ (Smut)

Battinson!Sub!Bruce Wayne x Kravitz!Dom!Selina Kyle x Switch!Curvy!Villain!Fem!Reader

A/N: This was long overdue. I think both Zoe and Robert are absolutely hot so I had to do it to ‘em! The picture is not meant to represent the reader’s appearance. This switches between POVs. It’s first person for your POV in the beginning while Selina’s and Bruce’s are in third/second towards the ending. Also, this is really filthy and Selina’s def top 😅 Enjoy!

Word Count: 5.1k+

Summary: Bruce goes undercover at the popular nightclub, “Club Succubus”, in search of a serial killer who murders very powerful men. Selina wants vengeance. She’s looking for the woman who killed her father when it should’ve been her. Little did they know, you’d be a lot tougher to resist.

Warnings: use of Y/N, violence, murder, blood kink, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), DUB CON, dom/sub dynamics, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be safe), cum eating, girl on girl, spanking, slight mommy kink, slight ass worship (reader’s got a wagon), use of oil, face sitting, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight themes of misandry and misogyny, implied body shaming

Y/N’s POV

The smell of sex wafting through the air. That was the way I liked it. I craved an atmosphere of full debauchery and zero inhibitions. Club Succubus was my creation. Here…I did whatever the fuck I want. No rules, no worries, no bullshit. Hell, I even recognized some cops frequenting this place of sin.

I look over at the entrance recognizing the face of a man whom I’ve despised for so long. Carmine Falcone. The dirty bastard. He’s taken business deals from me for as long as I can remember. The crime world was dominated by men and no one took a woman getting her foot through the door seriously. Slowly but surely, I’ve found my footing in this city along with loyal members who help carry out my plans for Gotham. But him. He was always an obstacle that kept me from being fully feared by everyone. That will come to an end. There’s no place for a man like him in this city. I’d be doing everyone a favor getting rid of him.

I’ve flirted with him times before. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d dismissed me because I was a curvier girl. Yet, here he was in my nightclub specifically looking for me.

His eyes land on mine as I sat in VIP section. I smirk. He makes his way over to me, eyes intense with lust.

“Baby, you’re looking ravishing.” He says, breathlessly raking up and down your figure.

“Mr. Falcone,” You smiled before standing up from your purple, tufted throne chair. You sauntered down the short steps towards him. “You know, I wasn’t sure you’d come. After all, I was convinced that you were way too vanilla. Couldn’t handle a body like mine.” You ran your hand over his shirt and see his Adam’s Apple bobbing.

“It’s not like that, baby,” He bites his lip, hypnotized by your hands roaming his body. “Just…you intimidate me.”

“Why?” You pout, keeping up the innocent ploy.

“Well, I have all the things you want. Power, the fear of the people, loyal subjects at the palm of your hands. You must be mad at me, babe,” He grips your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Can’t help how good I am? The ladies love an alpha.”

“All those things are true. Especially the part about me being mad. I’m so mad, in fact,” You lean into his ear. “I’d like to punish you.”

Taking his hand, I led him to a private room in the back. I could practically taste the power pouring into me. I was soon going to be queen of Gotham.

When we arrived to the room, I immediately threw him onto the bed earning a surprised chuckle from the trashy douchebag.

“Whoa, honey, I make like it rough but I’m still fragile.” He says looking up at me. I pull out some handcuffs from the drawer nearby, swaying my hips side to side as I walked over to him. I grab his wrists, putting them above his head and locking them to them into place.

I shove a hand down his pocket. “I don’t have any cash on me if that’s what your looking for. Didn’t know this ‘business’ exchange required any compensation.” He smirks.

“No, babe, I’m looking for this,” I show him the magnum. “Gotta have protection, right?” I yank his pants and underwear down his ankles before rolling the condom over his unimpressively average length. I climb over him, sliding down on his length. “Besides, I’ll get all the compensation I need right here.” I whispered, darkly.

I began riding the crime lord, trying to keep myself from rollin my eyes at his insufferable moans. While his mind was occupied by the pleasure, I slowly pull out a dagger from my thigh holster. I knew it’d only be minutes until this was over. Taking my chance, I stab him in the chest as he reached his climax.

I lean over him. “I told you I’d get my compensation.”

His eyes were wide, coughing up blood as he began processing the image of the knife in his chest. “You won’t get away with this. Do you know who I am? I have connections. Fucking cops work under me. You’ll be on a lot of powerful people’s lists. You’ll be dead before you could even step out the door.”

“You’ve underestimated me, Mr. Falcone. Your men, the ones that you brought to protect you, they belong to me now. Those cops you have working for you, mine. Everything is mine now. The power, the fear, the people all mine!” I shout as I continued to stab him over and over. The blood gushing and spraying all over the bed and room. I laugh maniacally, finally reaching my climax from the high of finally winning.

When I’ve had my fill I looked down at my finished product, the crime lord looking barely recognizable. I hop off of him, walking over to the mirror. I smile at my reflection. My tight white dress and hair covered in blood. I resembled Carrie and I absolutely loved the look. This was the look of a new boss.

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Selina’s POV

“Authorities are saying that the body of Carmine Falcone was found his home on the evening of Saturday. His body was discovered by a dancer and lover who works at his nightclub. It is shocking to see a man like him go down so brutally to say the least but police are doing their best to search for the person or persons responsible. Until then—” Selina switches off the television set.

Her emotions were a mix bag. There was pity, sadness, joy, anger…it was all there. He was her biological father after all. Yet, he was a disgusting piece of shit that left her mother for dead. He was responsible for the death of her former lover, Annika. She wanted to be the one to kill him. Whoever did it stripped her from the right. She was going to find them and kill them. In her twisted form of justice, it would be an indirect way of getting back at her father.

She just needed to know who could have had the balls to carry it out?

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Bruce’s POV

*Inner monologue*

Y/L/N, Y/F/N. To those on the outside, you were just what they’d call a “girl boss”. An admirable woman with a business mindset. Every man’s dream. But I know women like you. You have a fiery spirit. In the wrong hands, however, that spirit can be deadly.

*end of monologue*

Bruce looked at your file name. You were the perfect match. In your younger days, You had time in and out of the criminal justice system for crimes against men specifically those in power. Now in your late 20s, they’d say you’d had a clean slate every since then. Bruce knew better. While law enforcement turned and looked away at certain things, Bruce took a magnifying glass inspecting the issues further. It’s what made him the best detective in all of Gotham. It’s what made the people believe in Batman.

Club Succubus. That’s the nightclub you owned. You couldn’t have gotten this powerful unless you had to stomp on a lot of toes including your biggest competitor. Bruce figured that instead of going as The Batman, he’d go as himself. That way he’d bait himself as your target. You went after men with money well here he was. Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire, powerful, influential. It was just what you were looking for as your next victim.

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Y/N’s POV

Somehow being at the top just wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted to be bigger. Sure, business was booming and I’ve been running the town sweeping it with fear. Sure, the people were beginning to know my name. But I wanted a challenge.

As if God heard my prayers, in walks Bruce fucking Wayne! Walking into my club?! I didn’t take him for a guy interested in scenes like this. By the look on his face, this was definitely something he’s not into. Maybe he was looking for someone who could teach him the ropes.

I haven’t done much research on the guy so I don’t exactly have him on the list of men I’d like to kill (i call it the MiLK list) but he’s got the money. Who knows if I rock his world enough, I could get him to invest some of his money into my club.

I make my move. I stalk towards him like a predator to its prey. His eyes were on mine and if i’d blinked I would’ve missed the millisecond of lust in them. I reach the man in all black. He was quite gorgeous up close. Electric blue eyes, pink lips, a jawline that was evidence of God’s favor of him. It was the first time anyone had taken my breath away. I quickly recover.

“You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re hardly ever in the public eye. What brings you to a place like this? Looking for some fun?” I tease.

“Business, actually.”

“Really?” I tried burying my excitement as much as I could. Didn’t want to look eager. However, this could be my huge break.

He nods. “Mind if we could go somewhere more quiet to discuss?”

“Y-yes,”I stuttered out, too excited for your mouth to speak. “Right this way.” Just I took him by the arm to lead, a woman in a tight red stops you in your tracks.

“Omg! Have we met before?” She flashes a pearly, white smile at you.

She was gorgeous, soft golden brown skin shimmered under the neon lights. Her lips were red and full. Her eyes carried a look that was sultry yet dangerous. “Not likely. I would’ve remembered a girl like you.”

“My name is Selina. Selina Kyle.” She looks between me and Bruce. “I’d hate to interrupt. I won’t keep you long but I would love if we could go somewhere quiet. Maybe we can catch up.”

I was currently between two very sexy people. This just might work in my favor.

“Sure, we can all go.” I lift my finger in a “come hither” motion. “Follow me.” I lead them down the pink lit hallways. The music and thumping gradually decreasing in sound.

When we’d finally arrived to the room, the moment I’d shut the door. Selina presses me up against it, a knife to my throat. “I know you sent your men after Carmine.”

I laugh. “I didn’t send anyone after Carmine. I killed him myself, sweetie.”

Selina looks at me in shock.

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Bruce’s POV

Bruce had it all figured out. He’d go to the nightclub in Bruce Wayne persona, knowing you’d bite because you went after rich, powerful men. He’d gather the evidence he’d get from your private room opening the case for the DEA to finally care.

His plan now out the window the moment Selina stepped in. She hadn’t recognized him. Only knowing him as The Batman. Of course she’d do something as reckless as this.

“She really is stubborn.” Bruce thought, gritting his teeth.

Selina continues, the knife still pressed against your neck. “How’d you kill him?”

“I stabbed him a bunch of time with his shrimp dick still inside me. Then I made my men put his body back in his office like it was a regular Sunday. Couldn’t have him rotting in my club. For some big boss guy who fucks anything that moves, he sure sucks at fucking. Didn’t make me cum once. I had to handle myself all on my lonesome,” You say in a teasing, pouty voice. “I think maybe you can change that.”

She presses the blade deeper into the skin, on the verge of breaking skin. “Why’d you do it?”

“Selina, let’s put away the knife. You don’t have to do this.” Bruce speaks up, walking over to the catty women.

Selina ignores him, her eyes still staring intensely at you. You still bore a smirk on your face.

“What’s so fucking funny?” She hisses.

“Are you one of his whores or something? I did you a favor getting rid of him. He was a piece of shit and you know it.”

“I-I was…his daughter.” She fidgets nervously.

“Oh shit,” You scoffed. “You mean, that fucker was your dad. No wonder you want to kill me. You’re avenging father dearest.”

“That’s where your wrong, kitten,” You can feel your pussy begin to throb at the raspy, sensual way she said it. “I wanted to kill him, too. He killed someone I loved. I wanted to do it. I couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. Then, you come in and you take what could’ve been my peace. The only way I can get closure now is if I kill you.”

Selina cuts a small line on your neck. You let out a pained moan that sounded as if you enjoyed it. You can feel that the cut had drawn some blood.

“Selina, it’s not worth it. You’d just be getting yourself in trouble. Then what will this all be for. Avenging the ones you love doesn’t mean having to kill those who’ve wronged you.” Bruce pleads.

This frustrates Selina. She was tired of people telling her what to feel; to do. She turns on her heels pointing the knife in his direction. “I am tired of people—-men… telling me ‘no’. I don’t think I’d want to hear anything more from you.” She points the knife at you. “You! You’ve got handcuffs somewhere around here, don’t you? Get them and cuff him.”

You were about to head over to the draw when she pulls you by the end of your hair. “Actually, you show me what drawer to get them. Don’t want you trying to reach for your handgun of anything.” She winks before pushing away at your head.

“It’s in the first drawer near the bed.” You were honestly fearful for your life. You somehow even felt bad for Bruce who’d only been an innocent bystander.

Selina reaches for the handcuffs also finding the handgun you stored there. “Good thing I went for it myself.” She laughs. Throwing the cuffs for you to catch, she aims the handgun at you.

“Cuff him.”

“What are you doing?” Bruce growls, fuming at this insanity.

She turns the gun to him. “I said I don’t want to hear you.”

Bruce complies understanding he needs to in order to make sure no one gets hurt. He puts his hands out in the front of him.

“Oh no, baby, I want them cuffed to the back. Suit jacket and shirt off, by the way.” Selina demands.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenching before doing what was commanded of him. He pulls off his jacket and shirt revealing his washboard abs. You clipped the cuffs around his wrists. Despite your fear, you were quite turned on. You could feel your panties drench at the situation; Bruce’s half nakedness not helping your state.

“Sit him on that chair.” She flicks the gun over to the royal purple accent chair.

You lead him to his seat. He lowers, looking up between the women. A tent suddenly forming in his slacks.

Selina pushes down at the top of your head. “Down, kitty.”

You obey, falling to your knees in front of Bruce and both your eyes met one another’s.

“I’m sure you know what I want you to do. After all, you like you’ve gone through this plenty of times. So go on.”

“I-I d-dont know what you want.” You stutter out.

“Awww, what happened to the ruthless bitch that had no problem killing my dad? Figure it out. You’re not on your knees to polish his shoes.” She squats to your level, pressing the barrel against your temple.

Bruce looks at you apologetically, only to find that you were completely enjoying this. He’s now convinced that he’s in a room with crazy people.

You bring your hands shakily up to his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You lower them just enough for you to have access to him boxers. His breath hitches when he feels your fingertips against his bare skin. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by all of this. He blames the women for his corruption. He must not be thinking clearly. All he had to do was focus and— his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hands wrap around his painfully hard member. He bites his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He wasn’t very experienced in the sex department only having had 2 partners because he’s always so busy. Any form of touch was enough to have him panting.

“Look at that fat cock, kitten. He’s so hard,” Selina licks her lips. “Every inch of that will be going down your throat soon. Wanna see you gag on it like a pornstar. Give me a show.” She sits at the edge of the king-sized bed, looking at our direction.

You wouldn’t hesitate any longer. You wanted to taste him. To make him see stars. You make no haste, swirling your tongue around the tip and giving it a fervent suck.

Bruce lets out a shaky moan, his head thrown back against the chair. Selina immediately stands up, strutting over to him, taking him by the hair and forcing him to look down between his legs; at you.

“No. You watch. She’s gonna give a performance of a lifetime so have some decency.”

You smile up at her before turning your attention back to his. Never had you worship a cock the way you would to his. You bring your mouth all the way down his length, letting him hit the back of your throat.

He whines. You can see his restraint to keep quiet. To keep himself from enjoying. You were going to break him. You bob up and down on his length, the suction noises filling the room. You look at him noticing the way his eyes flicked between looking into your face and staring at the way your ample ass swayed side to side in delight.

“Look how happy you made, kitty,” Selina moans, dropping to her knees next to you and tossing the gun a close distance away from her. “I think I’ll have a taste, too.”

The moment Bruce heard that, he knew he’d be a goner. You pull your mouth away, a line of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick. Selina cups your face and plants an intimate kiss on your lips. Your tongues massaging each others as she attempts to taste him indirectly through you.

She breaks the kiss. “I think I wanna taste more.” She brings her mouth to his length and licks. You put your mouth back on him as well. Both of your tongues playing with the tip, every now and then your tongues would meet once again. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping to get some friction when you heard him finally begin to moan and tug at his restraints.

“Oh, he likes it,” Selina exclaims. “Don’t you, you little slut?”

He nods, breathing hard.

“It’s rude to nod. Tell us how much you appreciate us sucking your cock.”

“Thank you.” He says through a strained tone.

“For what?”

“For sucking my cock.”

“He’s such a good boy. Isn’t he, kitten?”

“Yes, he is. Maybe we could reward him.” You purr.

The two of you shoot each other a playful look before Selina bobbed her mouth on the thick, curved length while you licked and fondled at the balls. These women were trying to kill him. He was sure of it. Because how could any man survive this kind of bliss. It was all too much.

He’d forgot all restraint and soon he was moaning like a pathetic mess of a man. “Oh god. Please I c-can’t. Too much.”

There was no letting up. You’d both wanted to see him crumbles. His stoic presence soon a shadow of itself. You can feel his testicles begin to tighten. Selina’s mouth off him, jacking him off and staring at him determined. You also remove your mouth to look up at him, your hands rolling and squeezing his balls.

“F-fuck. M-mommy,” He whines pathetically. “Please.”

You and Selina look at each other and smiling deviously. “Ohhh, he’s looking for mommies. Someone missing their mommy? Don’t worry, Brucey. We’ll take real good care of you.” You say, sucking and running my tongue on his tip while Selina continue to jack his length. His body began to tense and you both knew you’d be rewarded with his cum soon.

“Cum for us, pretty boy. We wanna swallow it all for you.” Selina encourages. He lets out a loud drawn out groan, ropes of cum spurt from his dick. Selina and you indulge, licking frantically to make sure no a drop is missed. He shudders against you both, forced to take overload of pleasure. When you were sure you’d gotten everything, you both make your way up to kiss and bite at his neck. You’d taken the key for the handcuff finally freeing him. Bruce takes this opportunity to place a kiss on Selina’s lips then kissed yours, then you and Selina once again. Each deep kiss filled with lots of tongue and saliva.

Selina pulls down your lacy panties and you follow suit removing hers, groping each other’s breasts. The two of you straddle each of Bruce’s thigh, grinding your cores against his grey slacks. He grabs a handful your ass, the other hand pulling down Selina’s top, tweaking at her hardened peaks. All three of you moaning into the atmosphere. You rub two fingers on Selina’s clit as she rode his thigh.

“Oh, fuck right there.” She moans, grinding faster against him. You could tell that his pants would be soak in your arousals but he didn’t seem to care. He just watch intently, moaning at the sight of two beautiful women who were getting off to his thigh alone. You thanked the fact that Bruce’s thigh had been strong enough to carry your weight especially with how forceful your thrusts were. It seemed like he had a thing for thicker girl making sure his hands would feel every part of you.

Selina stops her movements, standing up from his thigh. Both you and Bruce looking at her. “I’m thinking we should move this to the bed. I wanna try some things,” She points at the mattress in front of her. “Y/N, I want you on all fours. Brucey, you’re going to fuck her nice and hard for me. Be as brutal as you like for all I care.”

You obey. It didn’t matter to you that you’d probably be killed or in jail after this. You were going to get what you’ve been craving the moment you’d set eyes on these two. You remove whatever’s left of your clothes before crawling on your hands and knees on the bed.

You bend over enough so that your ass in the air was the main focal point. Selina takes a bottle of oil, lathering your bottom and give you a hard smack. You moan at the contact.

Bruce removes his clothes, on his knees behind you his hard length dangling between thighs like a third leg. “I don’t know if I could do this.” He says, almost innocently.

“All ya gotta do is stick your dick in her. Not rocket science, baby.” She teases, yanking her dress over her head and joining you both on the bed.

He sighs. “No, I mean, this isn’t right. She’s a criminal. We’ve got to turn her in.”

Selina attempts to speak up again, but it was your turn to make your case. You were not going anywhere. Not until you’re ruined by them. “Please fuck me, Brucey,” You groan. You roll your hips back, feeling his dick rubbing between your ass cheeks. “I know I’m bad but all I ask is that you punish me. Take me how you want me. Wreck me from inside with your cock.”

Selina smirks, glancing at Bruce who’s breathing had gotten heavy. “Hear that, sweet boy. She wants it real bad. You can’t be cruel enough to leave her hangin’.”

His large hands pull you rough against him. You squeak at his sudden ferocity, a pool of wetness seeping out of your core. He smacks the heavy manhood against your globes, guiding it to your quiver core. You’d still been sensitive there so when he taps himself at your entrance, you shiver in delight. He prods his tip at the tight hole, letting your folds swallow him in with little effort from him. You both groan simultaneously.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Selina rubs herself, watching where the two of you met.

Bruce strokes shallowly into your pussy. The light sticky, wet noises filling the silence. You whine needing him to fuck you long and deep. You attempt to fuck back into him, he holds you still by your hips, pulling even more of his length out of you so that only the tip rests.

“Shit, please, I need it.” You sob. You’re practically crying real tears.

Selina pulls his cock from your core. Wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous head. She sucks him deep into her mouth, swishing her tongue around. “She tastes so good,” She pulls off him, easing him back into your cunt. Going behind him, she whispers in his ear. “Go on, baby boy. Fuck her. Make her cum hard.”

As if he’s a robot waiting on the commands of his master, he immediately drive into you. He bottoms out and you swear that he’s made a mess of your guts. He pummels into you, fucking you into the mattress. Your cries bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit.” You were unintelligible. All you could do is curse or say things that you really couldn’t understand. Bruce ramming into you the way a beast ruts into its mate.

Selina could feel herself dripping with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to take his cock next but first she’s like to focus her attention all on you. Bringing your face up from the mattress, your tongues meet in a passionate kiss. Bruce takes your arms crossing them behind your back, pinning them down with one hand. Now your body’s sandwiched between Bruce powerfully thrusting into you and Selina who’d kiss you in a way that made your toes curled.

She snakes a hand down to rub your sensitive nub. You gasp, grinding into her hand. When you moved forward, you’d feel her aggressively flicking at it and when you’d moved back, his cock would nudge the deepest parts of you. It was an overload of pleasure you’d never experienced.

“Fuck me now,” Selina says, lying on her back. Bruce pulls out of you, using your juices to slide in with ease into her. She moans, licking her lips. “Oh my god, baby. You’re so big. You’re splitting me in two. I can see why my little kitten over there was screaming for her life.”

Bruce leverages himself up with his hands, angling his hips the right way to hit into her core from the side. She throws her head back and bites her lip feeling the thrusts getting more desperate. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting to get rid of the ache. She opens her eyes and notices. “Aww, kitten, I didn’t forget about you. Come here and ride my face.”

Your eyes light up. You hover your slick coated core over her face turned so that you were in the 69 position and facing Bruce. Selina gets to work, licking and sucking at your pussy the way she did when she kissed you. You ground against her face, looking at Bruce with half-lidded eyes. You grip him by the neck and he groans. You pull him forward for a kiss, mimicking the movements of Selina’s tongue but in his mouth. His thrusts causing you to bounce along with them.

He plucks at your hardened nipple then lowers his lips to them sucking and twisting each bud. Both of their tongues caressing your body. You felt so lucky. Maybe Selina has already killed you and you’d gone to heaven. Or a fun ass hell.

“Lick that sweet pussy.” Bruce growls.

He pushes your head down so that you were in between Selina’s legs watching his cock moving in and out of it. Her juices messy all over his cock and her inner thighs. You stick your tongue out, flicking between her clit and tasting his length sloshing around inside her.

“Oh, fuck! You both are so fucking good. So perfect.” Selina cries out, sticking a finger in you and pumping. You fuck back into her fingers. With one hand still on the back of your head, the other smacks your ass.

The room filled with each other your moans and whines. You were sure anyone who’d accidentally walk in would blush but most likely stay for the show. It was sinful, filthy, it was so fucking hot!

“I’m gonna cum.” Bruce groans.

“Me too.” Selina moans, curling her finger and touching the soft button deep in you.

“Oh my god.” You can feel the coil building up more and more. The pressure almost scaring you at how much it was building. Bruce pulls out of Selina shoving himself into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. You swallow and suck around him. The same time he cums down your throat is the same time Selina decides to give you the hardest orgasm of your fucking life. You scream into the air, frantically rubbing at her flowery bud.

She quakes and shivers underneath you. You lick at her core until she eventually clamps her thighs around your head from other stimulation. “Holy shit.” She laughs, her head feeling light from the shattering of her world.

You roll off of her and the three of you laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. You can taste the remnants of them on your tongue; a reminder of your time with them.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “So I’m guessing you’ll be turning me in to the authorities. It’s fine, though. I got all I needed anyway.”

“No, I think I’ll keep you, kitten. You’ll be my little play toy. What do ya think, Brucey? Should we keep her?” She bats her eyes at the blissed out man.

He groans. “Is that really appropriate?”

“Yes.” Selina smiles at you and you smile back.

You turn over to the brooding sex symbol. “I can make it worth your while, Brucey,” You kiss and suck at his neck. “I promise you I won’t be bad. I’ll be so good for you.”

Selina joins in, attacking at the other side of his neck. Bruce isn’t sure if he believes either of the women, but with their hands running ever so softly over his body, he can’t say he wouldn’t try.

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