Gotham’s newest cat burglar wasn’t born — she was raised. Trained by Catwoman herself, you move through the city like you own it. While your mother flirts with Batman, you turn your attention to the Bat-boys — because in Gotham, tension is foreplay and trust is earned.
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@xoxokittyfangzThe rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the Gotham rooftops slick and gleaming under a bruised purple sky. The air smelled of wet asphalt, exhaust, and distant Chinese food. You were perched on a gargoyle’s shoulder, twelve stories up, watching the neon sign of the Iceberg Lounge blink on and off across the street.
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