Batman had his fair share of foes, but none like the femme fatale feline known as Catwoman, who had silently snuck up behind you and tapped your shoulder with her claw. “Hey, kitten,” she purred, knowing she’d startle you, “be a dear and give the big guy a message for me?” You spun around and readied your weapon, which made her chuckle. “And what are you gonna do with that?”

“I’m bringing you in, Catwoman.” You warned her, but she looked calm as could be.

“Yeah…right. Anyways, tell Batman to meet me here at midnight. Just him and I.” She passed you a note with a bright red lipstick mark on it, and a doodle of a cat to avoid any confusion. “I know I can count on you.” Selina practically taunted, petting your head quickly before flipping off the edge of the rooftop before you could even attempt to apprehend her. What a bust.

“Weird lady…hope Batman doesn’t ask any questions. Who am I kidding, of course he will.” You spoke to yourself, dragging your feet along the snowy ground and off to find Batman.

Selina laid her head in your lap, facing the pawn shop TV you’d snagged and playing with the cotton protruding from the ripped fabric of the couch you’d found on the side of the road. But a home was a home, no matter the contents. All that you really needed was someone to share it with.

Your fingers trailed over the short hairs on her head, crossing over his ear and finding her neck every so often. Selina had just touched up her hair, making sure it was short enough to fit under a wig without hassle. It always made her tingle when your fingernails trailed around the crown of her head. “You like it?”

“Always have, always will.” You told her, tracing silly shapes with your finger. “Ever think about shaving a little design somewhere around here?”

You’d been on your feet all night, serving crude customers with your coworkers all night, getting mere seconds in passing to talk your trash and escape for a few moments, but Selina could see you struggling and saw her chance, taking your tray away from you and setting it on the counter. “Break time.” She pulled you away from the bar and towards a quieter setting.

“Wait, I still have tables! You’re gonna get me fired, Selina.” You whined and she smiled back at you.

“Annika has it covered, babe, you’ll be fine.” Selina assured and brought you into one of her favorite, secluded places, a secret she shared with very few. “Now we get some alone time, can you handle that?” She teased you for your dedicated work ethic. She stopped dragging you along as you began walking side by side with her and squeezed her shoulder, giving her her very own butterflies.

“Glad I have someone looking out for me.” You told her as she put her arm around your waist and let the noise fade behind her, only focusing on you.

“Lina,” you called to her in the dressing room, waving your hand your way, “come here! Pleaseee!” She ran over to you to see what was wrong.

“What? You need something?” Selina looked at your nervous expression and you nodded.

“My ex is here.” You told her and her eyes went wide. “No, don’t do anything to them! Could you cover the floor for a while? Just until they leave?” You begged, but you knew you didn’t have to.

“No worries, y/n, I’ve got your back.” She said and you pulled her into your arms, feeling her pat your back.

“Thank you, Lina, thank you! I owe you one.”

You Don’t Own Me

Selina Kyle x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I please request Selina Kyle from a Gotham with the song “You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore” please? Thank you!”// You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore

Selina was so unpredictable that she had become predictable to you. You weren’t a fan of her disappearing act, that was for sure. You wished she would stay with you instead of going MIA for days, weeks, or sometimes months.

But when she was around, there was never a dull moment. You couldn’t get enough of Gotham at night. The lights, the sirens, the people. It was good for you, and every once in a while Selina would steal you something pretty.

“Alright, alright, what about this one?” Selina pulled out a huge gold watch and swung it before your eyes, back and forth. “That Tetch guy hypnotized Barbara like this one time, is it working?” She asked with a giggle and you pushed her hand away from your face.

“You’re impossible.” You rolled your eyes and laid on the cracked cement of the roof you were occupying tonight. Selina spread out next to you.

“Gimme your wrist.” She took your arm before you had the chance to move and fastened the watch on as tight as it could go, it was still a bit loose and heavy, though.

“Wow, what a look. I couldn’t get used to this.” You joked and extended your arm out so that Selina could rest her head. The two of you stared at the cloudy night sky and Selina let out a sigh.

“It’d be cool if we could see the stars, you can never see them in Gotham.” She peered over to you and frowned, but all you could do was shrug. You’d gotten used to the bleak sights in Gotham. She suddenly grabbed your watch and checked the time, then threw your hand back and crawled to her feet. “I better go. See you around.” She rushed to the ledge and you scrambled to stop her.

“Wait!” You latched onto her wrist and she yanked it away. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” She let the wind blow her hair against her face, curls dancing about her face.

“Okay, well...” you crossed your arms and shivered at the cold gust of air that reached you, “can you tell me when you’re coming back?” Selina rolled her eyes.

“You don’t own me.” She scoffed. “I do what I want, when I want to do it.”

“I didn’t say—” You didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence before she disappeared into the dark and unforgiving Gotham night.

Kat

Selina Kyle x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: selina and y/n have a special bond

Selina strutted into the run-down apartment you two were camping out in this week. The dripping from the ceiling was driving you crazy and you swore if you saw one more bug you were burning this place to the ground.

“I brought...” Selina pulled a couple of items from her bag and set them down on the table. “Potato chips, a book for you, aaand I stole enough supplies for peanut butter and jelly. A whole lot of it.” The smile that grew on your face caused her to do just the same.

“You’re awesome, Selina.” You examined all of the new additions and gasped. “Almost forgot! Might’ve found something for you.” She watched you prance over to the rotting couch and pick a bag of Kit-Kats up. Big bag.

“No way.” Selina laughed with her hands out in acceptance of her gift of candy. “Thanks, y/n. You’re probably the best roommate I’ve ever had.”

“Couldn’t pass up those Kit-Kats, they reminded me of you.” You grabbed the potato chips and the book and laid on the mattress you and Cat shared. She quickly followed and fell back into it, cuddling up on your shoulder.

“Like I said, best roommate.” You could practically hear her purring while she slowly drifted to sleep, you wouldn’t even eat the chips because you didn’t want to bother her. Instead, you left a gentle kiss on her forehead and set the book aside.

“Goodnight, kitten.” You hummed as you drifted off with her arms wrapped around you. Before you met Selina, you had heard some pretty crazy things about how rough and tough she was, but she was just the softest person around you. Maybe it was just you, but either way, you weren’t complaining. You knew that soon, you’d be more than just “roommates.”