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[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 15: Selina Kyle x Male!Reader x Bruce Wayne - Wanting

Months ago Selina and Bruce invited you to join their relationship, you were hesitant at first knowing that secret identities made relationships hard enough with one person let alone two but you couldn't deny your attraction to them and ultimately took them up on their offer.

You took things slow but once you reached the physical level god was it amazing.

Bruce took the two of you out for a fancy dinner, you and Bruce in nice suits with Selina in a stunning black dress that you don't know how you were able to keep your hands off of them.

After dinner Alfred was driving you back to the manor and in the backseat of the limo Selina had you pulled in by the tie to kiss her, getting the next part of the night started.

Bruce was ready to take the both of you right there but right as he was about to Alfred was pulling into the driveway.

Up in his bedroom You and Bruce were quick to rid yourselves of your suit jackets, your buttons up undone and standing above Selina who was kneeling as she alternated sucking your cocks with her hands grazing your stomachs.

You kissed Bruce, Selina making a happy hum that vibrates through your cock as she watches you two and it's even better when you reach over and jiggle Bruce's tits.

This goes on for a bit, Selina sure to give you and Bruce equal attention.

“Who do you want first Selina?” he asks when he's ready to move things along.

Selina releases his cock from her lips and getting to her feet, “hmm I want Y/N to fuck me first.”

She turns around and has you unzip her dress, all of you getting out of the remainder of your clothes before she gets comfortable on the bed.

Bruce hands you a condom and when you put it on you settle between Selina’s legs, pulling her into you.

Slipping your cock inside her Bruce begins kissing your neck, hands exploring your body.

Selina moans as you find a rhythm that makes her toes curl and she intently watches Bruce touches you.

“You like Y/N's cock don't you,” Bruce questions, groping your chest.

“Well he certainly knows how to use it,” Selina chuckles.

“You don't know how many times I imagined this, being here with both of you,” you sigh, Bruce grabbing your ass and giving you a smack.

“Well I once woke up to Selina whimpering in her sleep, turns out she was having a wet dream about you,” Bruce smirks, “isn't that right dear.”

“Oh yeah, that dream was hot but this is even hotter,” Selina grins as you thrust into her.

She reaches down and rubs circles over her clit, eventually cumming for the first time of the night.

You pull out of her, taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash, moving out of the way for Bruce.

“Guess it's my turn,” he smiles, putting a new condom on and taking his place between her legs.

Bruce begins fucking Selina as you stand on the side of the bed, Selina grabbing your cock and pulling you closer to her so she can take you back in her mouth.

Selina is now getting fucked by Bruce and sucking you off, moaning when you begin to grope her breasts and toy with her nipples.

This is definitely what Selina was looking forward to the most when the idea of bringing you into the relationship came about, having fun with two cocks was something she had wanted so badly.

Bruce makes Selina cum for the second time but he knew there was something else that she had been wanting.

Bruce looks at you and nods, having mentioned this to you earlier so you both pull out of her, Bruce taking the condom off as you begin to jerk yourselves off.

Selina smiles wide when she realizes whats about to happen.

The two of you cover her in cum, you hitting her face and chest while Bruce gets her stomach.

“Oh yes,” she says happily, throwing her head back and enjoying the feeling of cum all over her, “you boys really know how to show a girl a good time.”

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[fandomnerd9602]

Dude, you should do something for Zoe Kravitz' version of Selina Kyle from The Batman.

Selina: baby I could rob you blind in a second

Y/N: easy you already did.

Selina: huh?

Y/N: you took the most valuable thing I had

Selina: your heart?

Y/N: that too...and my Babe Ruth baseball card! Who does that?!?

Selina: I'll return it to you for a kiss

[lowkeyerror]

Please more dirty Catwomen! Please!

Chase

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: Dirty as requested smut, ig there's a plot maybe somewhere lol

Summary: Selina likes making you chase her.

Masterlist

For Selina, it was always about the chase. She found a certain thrill in evading the arms of justice. It made her feel unstoppable, free.

Y/n hated the chase. There was something profoundly exhausting about always being just out of reach. It made her feel idiotic, tired.

However, there was something both women had in common. The capture was the best part.

For Y/n, finally being able to catch her breath, only for it to be stolen away by plush lips, made the chase worth it.

For Selina, the weight on top of her was like a reward. It was as though a pool of diamonds lay on her chest, she was reveling in her score.

So as the two ran across the rooftops of Gotham, Y/n trailing behind Selina, they both were anxious.

The sound of shoes pounding against the concrete, grounded Y/n. Her breathing was loud, but steady. The cool Gotham air did little to regulate the heat radiating from her body.

Y/n didn't always catch Selina, but tonight she needed to. She wouldn't be discouraged by the chase, no matter how her lungs burned or how much her legs ached. Tonight, she needed her breath to be stolen.

It was effortless for Selina. Her breath and steps were nonexistent to the sound barrier. She was light on her feet and had perfect breath control. All she heard was the woman gaining on her from behind.

Selina could tell Y/n wanted it. There was an urgency in her pace that Selina had only known to lead to good nights.

The burglar could see vivid images of nights the two spent together. Lips on skin, sweat dripping profusely, cries lost in the Gotham sky; fuck. She needed this.

Y/n pounced when she saw her opening. Selina's back hit hard against the concrete rooftop. She hissed, but didn't do much more than that.

The hero panted as she straddled Catwoman. Her eyes locked on Selina's. With her chest heaving and her brow furrowed, she spoke," I wish you'd stop making me chase you."

" Can't keep up?"

Y/n pinned Selina's wrists above her head," You know I don't have a stamina problem. My problem is that every time I want to fuck you, I'm forced to run a marathon."

"Oh you poor thing."

Her faux pity only frustrated Y/n even more.

The hero was quick to connect their lips. Y/n kissed Selina as if she was her source of oxygen. The hands stayed above the thief's head as the kiss intensified.

Selina's hips buck upwards towards Y/n, begging for more.

Y/n chuckled against the woman's lips," You want more, Kitty?"

" I need you to fill me up," her eyes were already becoming cloudy.

" Well, I don't have the tools to do that on this rooftop, do I?"

Selina groaned, pushing the girl off of her before briefly taking in her surroundings.

" This way, and don't be slow."

It was Y/n's turn to groan as the woman began sprinting across the rooftops. They'd only crossed a few buildings when Y/n caught the woman slinking through a window. She was hesitant, but followed Selina anyway.

They landed in a bedroom.

" You know this is grounds for arrest, right?"

Selina rolled her eyes," I live here. Less talking, more fucking."

Her impatience was prominent. Y/n wasn’t moving nearly as fast as she needed to be in Selina’s mind. The Catwoman took matters into her own hands, using her claws to slice through the woman’s clothes. Y/n would’ve complained, but her lips were occupied. Selina’s hands wandered Y/n’s body, grasping at the exposed flesh.

Y/n’s hands were busy unzipping Selina’s skin tight suit. Once the suit hit the floor, Y/n was pulling the woman against her. Their naked bodies pressed flush against one another. Y/n guided them towards the bed. Selina falls first, but she pulls Y/n down with her.

Y/n’s hand dips down between their bodies, finding Selina’s wetness. The woman was dripping and if it wasn’t apparent before, it was apparent now just how desperate the woman truly was. The hero slips her finger inside of Selina with no resistance.

Selina begins to grind, needing more than the single finger.

“ Jesus, Kitty, you’re dripping. So needy for me tonight.”

The dark haired woman flips them over, so that Y/n’s back is flat against the mattress. Her hand wrapped around the woman’s throat, “ You are such a tease. Acting as if you aren’t just as needy as me.”

Her other hand dipped down, much like Y/n’s had done moments ago. However, instead of teasing, Selina shoved two fingers deep inside Y/n. She worked her fingers in and out of the woman, making intense eye contact.

“ Taste,” Selina removed the fingers from her cunt and shoved them into Y/n’s mouth. The hero kept eye contact as her head bobbed up and down to suck on the fingers.

They left her mouth with a quiet slurp. Selina kept a hand on Y/n's chest, signaling her to not move.

Y/n's eyes followed Selina up and off of the bed. She went straight to the closet. The woman knew exactly what she was looking for. Selina re-emerged with a harness and a dildo in her hand.

" Hips up," her words were soft, but it was still a command.

Y/n complied and once the harness was secured, her hands reached for Selina's hips. However, the agile woman swatted at the hero's hands.

" Let me suck you off. "

There was no objection on Y/n's behalf. She loved the way Selina looked with a cock in her mouth.

" Look at me," Y/n said as Selina took the plastic piece into her mouth.

She looked through her eyelashes to meet Y/n’s. The hero placed both of her hands in Selina's hair. Slowly guiding the girl's head up and down.

" Let me make you all pretty for me, Kitty."

Selina hums against the cock, giving Y/n permission to fuck her face. Y/n's hips buck fiercely into Selina's mouth. The sound of her gagging filled the room. Y/n could feel Selina's saliva pooling around the strap.

Tears began to feel her eyes as her throat took the pounding. The hands in Selina's hair yanked her head back off of the cock.

" You're going to be so full," this time Selina let Y/n grab her waist.

Selina slid down on the strap. Her hand rested on Y/n's shoulders as she began to bounce on the strap.

Her movements gradually picked up speed as she became accustomed to the size. Y/n hips snapped to meet Selina's half way.

She was transfixed on the dildo going in and out of Selina's pussy. The lewd sounds of them fucking bounced off the walls in the room.

Y/n slapped the woman's ass before pulling out and redirecting Selina n her back. Y/n wanted to be able to see every detail on Selina face as they fucked.

Her hands planted themselves on either side of Selina's head. Y/n began slamming her hips down into the Catwoman. Selina claws dug into Y/n's shoulder, the woman remained unfazed.

" Nothing to say about my stamina now, Kitty?"

Selina tried to glare but Y/n roughly snapped her hips, causing the woman to moan.

" Fuck, your cunt is just so sloppy. Taking my cock so good, leaking all over it. I wish I could cum inside that creamy cunt. See how fast you are when you're carrying my babies."

" Oh fuck," Selina's pussy was practically gushing at Y/n's words.

The girl on top smirked," You want that? For me to fill your pussy with my cum, make you keep it in there. Get you good and pregnant, Kitty."

Her cries began to reveal that she was close to the edge. Y/n's hand wrapped around her throat," I asked you something, Selina. Answer me."

Catwoman ignored her. That was a mistake because Y/n stopped thrusting immediately. Selina began to scramble to lift her hips to ride herself, but a firm hand kept them against the bed.

" Answer me."

Selina growled," Fuck Y/n, I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me up and slap me if any leaks out. Now fuck me."

Selina was now on all fours' ass sticking up in the air. Y/n was quick to slide the cock into Selina’s cunt. She wrapped her arm around Selina's neck, pulling the woman further into her.

" Cum for Kitty."

Y/n used her free hand to rub vicious circles on the woman's swollen clit, which caused her body to violently jerk. The image in front of her being enough to make Y/n come undone as well.

When Y/n pulled out of Selina's cunt, she removed the harness. Her eyes were locked on how messy the woman's pussy was.

Gently, she flipped the woman on her back. Selina propped herself up on her elbows," What are you doing?"

" Lie back for me, baby," there was a slight blush on Selina's cheeks at the use of the nickname. She did as she was told.

Y/n's hands were soft as they parted Selina's legs. The hero repositioned herself to that she was face to face with Selina's pussy.

In the most intimate act the two had probably ever done, Y/n began to delicately lick Selina. Her goal here wasn't overestimating the woman, just to clean and taste her.

Selina squirmed and Y/n let her. When she was satisfied, Y/n placed a kiss on Selina's inner thigh.

" I love the way you taste, Selina."

Lazily, the Catwoman signals for Y/n to kiss her. When their lips meet, a soft passion blossoms in the kiss. Something that feels like more than just fucking.

When it breaks, Selina's hands play with the baby hairs on the back of Y/n's neck," Stay with tonight?"

Y/n was surprised the woman asked. It made her heart skip a beat in her chest. She didn't tease the woman, instead placing a soft kiss on her lips.

" Ok."

The two further cleaned themselves before hopping back into the bed. Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her around Selina's waist, cuddling the woman. Selina didn't protest, in fact she melted into Y/n's hold.

There's a single thought going through the woman’s mind.

Maybe I'll stop running.

[fluffyprettykitty]

can i request Selina kyle and female!reader smut with “i missed you” “show me” please

Pairing: Selina Kyle x female reader (no other specifications)

Word count: 800 words

Outline: Reuniting with your ex-girlfriend at the club she works at.

Warnings: weed mention,swearing, bodily fluids, switch reader, scissoring, fingering.

Author’s Note: My first piece since october T_T. This was so fun to write, I always love Selina and thank you for sending me this request!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Selina Kyle MasterList

"I missed you, baby."

"Course you did. Show me."

You whine, a little cry evident on the tone of your voice as her autorotative tone in combination with her teasing, taking a few steps back into the room has you following her blindly.

Like a little bitch in heat.

Her bitch.

And she is the only one who can quench your thirst, who only ever could have you come undone with just the way she looked at you. Her black dark eyes pierced right into your soul and ignited a fire like no other. Nobody else could ever even compare to even her smoothest touch.

She falls backward on the red leather couch of the club, her short leather skirt riding up her thighs while she is crossing her legs and smirking at you. Her outfit is completed by a pair of combat boots (and you remember how she liked pushing your body with them and how once you even had humped till it turned your brain into mush.) Her short bralette is adorned with a diamond necklace that's falling inside it and you can't wait to find out what ornament it has.

Momentarily you are thanking the world for private rooms in rich clubs like these. Not that random people watching the pair of you would ever turn you shy. You have never been anything more than just her little puppet. In fact you wanted everyone to know who owned your pussy like that.

You climb on her lap, knees pushing in the couch and her expression remains unfazed. A hint of weed is evident on you breath as you lean down and gently kiss her lips. Soft and tender. Like a hello and a promise. She responds by groaning softly against your lips, muttering a 'you can do more than this, I thought you missed me, princess.'

That's pretty much all you needed, you crushed her lips once more with yours, pushing your tongue inside and wrapping her head with your hands. Each kiss getting deeper than the previous one, your body naturally grinding against hers as her hands are wrapping around your waist pushing you closer to her.

She liked you like this.

Desperate and eager.

She had missed you. More than she would ever show.

But you were back now, and you weren't planning on ever leaving again. Gotham be damned. She was your home. Selina was your compass in this world and you'd do wherever she'd go.

Your hands begin to wander down between your bodies, searching for more friction and you are adjusting your legs so you can wind up her skirt only to be met with bare skin.

You push back to look at her as your fingers are reaching her core and she only smirks at you.

"Kicked them out when I saw you enter the club. Must be somewhere."

You want to growl to devour her right here and there to absolutely eat her out until she begs you to stop.

And so your proceed.

Your finger gets mixed with her slickness and she lets out a moan as you push it inside her, your thumb reaching for her clit. Ready, open, always for you. You want to devour her, to pleasure her, to make her feel like the goddess that she is.

You don't how fast you are pushing your pants and underwear and boots away, speed is unmatched as you need to feel her pussy against yours. Both your favorite position. Burning core on the burning core. You push one leg on her side bringing her almost below you. Something that was rare for the pair of you. Selina preferred doming but she loved it when you took control. Primal and feral like she always made you feel.

"Fuck, yeah!" She groans as grips your thigh, the need to finish getting stronger, your brains getting hazy. "Fuck me, baby. Show me how good are. My pussy is all yours, come on."

Her words are fuel to your heart and you start grinding on her as if your life depended on it. Bodies burning as slick on slick becomes messy, and your hand is gripping her bralette pushing her down on the couch, taking everything that you need from her.

Breaths and moans are getting louder as a repeat of 'please, please' is heard from her lips followed by you cursing her perfect pretty pussy and soon enough you are reaching the light. Your heads falling back, as both your eyes whiten, the pleasure getting too much. The hunger is almost satisfied for now. Electrifying and completely spent, wrapped all in one.

Once you both catch your breaths, you will be tossing her around ready to eat her the way she always liked you too.

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[rebelliousstories]

Poinsettia

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Selina Kyle x Reader

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mentions of Death and Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist: Here

Summary: A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

“Selina! Sel? Where you at girl?” A voice called out as the door to the shabby New York apartment opened and shut behind the figure. She carried something in her gloved hands, but hid it behind her back when the young woman she shared her home with came through. Her cropped hair was wet, indicating it had been freshly washed. Along with that, the smell of soap crept through the apartment from the shower that had happened before she arrived home.

“Hey baby. I’m here. Sorry, I needed a shower. I felt gross after the club.” Selina came over and pressed a small kiss to her lover’s lips. Her hands wrapped around her waist and felt something behind her back.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked directly. Her girlfriend looked away impishly but refused to offer a response.

“It’s nothing.” She drawled out. Selina leveled a look at her partner and soon retracted her hands to look her more directly in the face.

“Babe?” Selina asked yet again, staring her dead in the eye.

“It’s your Christmas present, okay? Just, let’s go to bed and promise me you won’t look under the tree?” She pleaded and stepped closer to her girlfriend yet again. Selina did not move away, but did cross her arms as her lover tried to be sweet on her. It took several minutes of big eyes, and a smile before Selina relented.

“Fine. I won’t look. But you better hurry up.” She pressed a loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, and walked away. The woman, still standing with her hands behind her back, watched her girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked away. She brought her hands back around the front of her body as she walked over to their tree. There were only a few gifts underneath the tree, but that was okay. They did not need much, just each other. She set the big box down behind the other gifts almost out of view, before she stood back up. Her outer layer was shed before she left the living room; her scarf, gloves, and coat were placed on the couch before making her way to the bedroom.

When she got in there, Selina was already reclining on the bed beneath the covers. She held something in her hands, something that her partner recognized immediately. The only remaining picture of her and her mother that Selina held in her possession. Often times, their nights would end with her pulling the picture out of Selina’s hands after she had fallen asleep to keep it from getting lost or damaged. It comforted the woman to hold it; the last remaining thread of innocence she had left. No words were spoken as the other woman got ready for bed. Cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, covering her hair, all of it was done with speed and accuracy you only get from doing the same routine for years and years. Eventually, she climbed into bed with her lover and pulled her into her chest. Selina’s hands still held the photo as she laid her head down on her girlfriend’s chest.

“Your mom would be proud of the woman you have become.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. Selina continued to stroke over her mother’s face in the photo, but her eyes were drawn to something in the corner. A brilliant splotch of red and green were in the corner.

“Did I ever tell you about this photo?” Selina asked, sounding very far away in her own head. She had, in fact, told her lover the story behind this particular photo. But that was not going to stop her from encouraging Selina to tell it again.

“Tell me.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to the head on her chest.

“When I was a kid, my mom couldn’t afford to do a big Christmas. But she would take me to the heart of the city to look at the lights. The one thing we got every year, from the same vendor, was a poinsettia plant. They would sell it to us for a fraction of what they were originally selling it for because they knew my mom. After she died, I never went back. I couldn’t without her.” Her voice trailed off, still lost in her own world as she remembered the snow filled nights where she went into the city to get those plants. Selina felt another kiss placed to her hair, and her lover’s hands rubbing up and down on her arms to soothe her.

Her lover stared at little Selina in the photo and smiled to herself. But her lover’s breathing slowed and eventually Selina was fast asleep. Her body went limp, and the photo dropped on her girlfriend’s stomach. She picked it up and stared for a moment longer, before placing it on her nightstand to protect the picture, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Snow filled the air when the couple awoke Christmas Day. They stretched and laid in the warm bed as they tried to wake up. However, with the day off, neither one cared too much about getting started on their day at a reasonable time.

“Merry Christmas, Sel.” She whispered to the woman that was now face to face with her on their sides in bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She replied, laying a kiss upon her lover’s lips. Selina laid there for a moment more before she pulled away, and got out of the bed to head into the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth when her girlfriend came and hugged her from behind.

“My morning breath really that bad, huh?” She joked as she began to brush her own teeth. Selina chuckled lightly, trying desperately not to choke on the toothpaste in her mouth at her lover’s comment.

Once they were both done, a quick breakfast was had of a couple sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it was enough for the couple on their budget. They made their way to the couch, where she had to move her outerwear from the previous night, and laid down on the couch. The radio in the corner of the room was on a station that played Christmas songs non-stop, which provided some noise for the couple to have in the background. They watched out the window for a while, just enjoying their time together. But eventually, Selina got curious about the large box that was tucked near the wall behind the tree with the rest of the presents.

“Can we open them now?” She asked her girlfriend, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. When she nodded, Selina excitedly got up and immediately went to the large box behind the tree.

“Wait!” Selina stopped at her lover’s exclamation. She looked like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Just, save that one till the end? Please. Trust me.” She explained, and while Selina was upset to not find out what her lover brought home last night, she relented. They spent a considerable time opening the gifts from one another. Their gifts were usually practical, but there were a couple that were pure wants rather than needs. A new wig, a refill on Selina’s favorite perfume, and a beautiful leather skirt graced Selina’s hands but she was itching to go look at the present behind the tree. Seeing her lover’s eyes drift over, she gave Selina a nod to go to the mystery present.

She got excited and ran over to grab the present. Placing it in front of her on the floor, Selina tore into it like a little kid. This was much bigger than their usual presents to each other, which got her curious. She tore off the wrapping paper and used a nearby knife to open the tape that closed the box before her. When she opened the flaps, however, she stopped. The smile fell off of her face, and her hands froze. Her lover sat on the couch, watching her from a distance with a tense stance. She was no sure how she would react, but this was making her nervous. Selina reached her shaky hands into the box and pulled out what was inside. A poinsettia plant with a very specific tag attached to it. The tag of the business she used to get it from as a child. She was at a loss for words as she looked towards her girlfriend on the couch with watery eyes. Without saying anything, her lover took over.

“I thought it might make you happy. It wasn’t difficult to find the business. And when I mentioned the Kyle girl was who I was getting it for, they were really excited to hand it off. Said they wanted me to bring you by at some point.” She explained gently. Selina wept as her hands traced the petals delicately, but she still said nothing. In a flash, the plant was set gently on the ground, and she had found a place in her girlfriend’s lap. She kept pressing kiss after kiss to her, cradling her face in her hands. Finally, coming up for air, Selina spoke for the first time since she opened the box.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Repeating her thanks, she kissed every inch of exposed skin in between her words. Her lover rested her hands on Selina’s waist and allowed her to do what she needed without impediment.

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend finally replied.

And there they sat. Selina perched in her girlfriend’s lap, pressing kisses and sweet words of endearment and thanks to her. And her girlfriend, happy to be able to bring just a little bit of happiness and light to their gloomy apartment in an equally gloomy city.

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

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.

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[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: sneaking into a Halloween party with Selina Kyle 🎃

Fandom: Gotham

You've met Selina in that dark alley in downtown Gotham dozens of times. You may have come across each other by accident, but the place where it happened for the first time quickly became your regular meeting spot.

This time feels... different though. Selina was even more mysterious than usual when she asked you to see her, and the darkness lurking in the corners of the alley now seems even darker than even the day before. Or maybe the idea of today being Halloween makes you feel like this?

The thoughts don't linger for long, as your friend appears in the alley just a couple of minutes after you. She always looks stunning, but that day she outdid herself with a sparkly, knee-long dress you've never seen before, loose hair falling below her chin and a masquerade mask highlighting her eyes.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Selina asks, unbothered to even say hello.

"Ready for what?"

"A Halloween party, of course. Why else would I ask you to see me tonight?" she says like it's obvious. And at that moment... it really is.

"I didn't realise we were going to a party, sorry. You should've given me a heads-up though, I would prepare a costume too," you say, pointing at her mask.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't think it's a costume party anyway. I just wanted to add a small detail. But if you want to hide who you are..."

Seemingly out of nowhere, a second mask similar to hers appeared in Selina's hand. She extends her arm, urging you to take it.

"Thank you," you respond, putting the mask on.

"You're welcome. Come on now, we're almost late!"

She grabs your hand and leads you down the alley. Before you know it, she opens a back door to one of the buildings. You climb up two stories and enter a kitchen, and through it sneak into the main space of the club. While it seems impossible that nobody noticed you, Selina's confidence makes it feel like she's successfully done it dozens of times.

When you find yourself inside the club, the party is already going on, with music blasting from the speakers, lights flashing, and people either sipping on their drinks by the bar or dancing on the dancefloor.

"How'd you even find that place?" you ask Selina as she leads you further through the crowd. "I didn't think you're the type to know the Gotham clubs."

"I know more about this city than you think," she responds, stopping in place and looking at you in the face. "But I'd rather keep it a secret, at least for now."

"Sure. So, maybe we should dance... for now?"

Selina smiles and puts her arms around your neck, starting to slowly move her hips. You smile back and join her in a dance.

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"Honey, cross your legs."

"Honey, sit up straighter."

"Honey, we're at a gala, not a summer blowout in the Maldives."

These were just a few of the many phrases your mother chirped at you since you arrived at this stupid gala. You didn't even want to go, but your mother preached something about how, "we needed to be a united front since your father was going for reelection as a New York senator" or something like that.

It was stupid. Nobody gives a shit about familial ties; they care about your values, goals, and accolades. But there's no arguing with your mother; she's as stubborn as they come.

So, you'd sit pretty, legs crossed, with a pristine posture, biting your tongue when she says you could be sitting straighter or you could smile more. Granted, it was only a couple of hours, and if it kept your mother from turning the world around you into hell personified, you'd gladly plaster a rictus smile to appease her.

"Oh, there's Bruce!" Your mother quietly says between you and your father. "Let's go say hello," she says, gripping your hand and pulling you out of your chair, gesturing for your father to follow along.

Somewhere along the way, your parents move in front of you, sequestering you behind them. So once you all reach Bruce, he only takes notice of them, issuing a polite welcome and thanks for their attendance. Your mother swivels her head to see you tucked away behind her, bringing her hand out, gesturing for you to come in front.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," you politely say, sticking your hand out, before introducing yourself. He grasps your hand with only a slight hesitation.

"Pardon my shock. I just haven't seen you since you were two," he confesses. You smile, pulling your hand back before your mother steps next to you and places her hand on your shoulder.

"She's grown quite a lot since then, Bruce. Still a little air-heady, but I'm hopeful the more she ages, the more my personality will rub off on her," she laughs, carefully wiping a piece of loose hair away from your face. You should feel offended, but the way her joke landed so poorly, making Bruce lightly cough the awkwardness away, made you feel pity.

"You know Selina," he says, filling in the silence, gently placing his hand on her waist as she delicately sticks her hand out for your father to shake.

Who wouldn't know Selina Kyle? She was drop-dead gorgeous but as sharp as they came. She was dressed to the nines in a designer black floor-length dress. It must have been Celine or Givenchy, so it was definitely over five thousand dollars, which is just pocket change to a guy like Bruce Wayne.

"Pleasure," she coos, pulling her hand away. Her gaze shifts to your mother, slightly narrowing her eyes. It seems your mother is oblivious to Selina's adversary towards her because she eagerly sticks her hand out, ready for Selina to shake.

"Selina. So good to see you." But, instead of shaking your mother's hand, she crossed her arms over her chest

"Mhm. I wish I could say the same," Selina sharply replied before Bruce put his hand on her shoulder in warning. You gave Selina a small smile, smothering it with your hand. She covered her own with her champagne glass as she took a sip.

"She's joking," Bruce amends, signaling for a waiter going around with glasses of alcohol. "Champagne?" He asks, reaching for two glasses from the waiter before handing them to your parents.

Before any more conversation can occur, a man calls for Bruce. "Bruce," The man says, "When do you want to start?" The man questions. Bruce picks up his arm, turning his wrist to check his watch.

"He said he'd be here by now," Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. His eyes were scanning around in search of something—rather someone. He does, however, spot Alfred, who he calls over and asks if he'd seen a guy named Jason.

"It was humorous of you to assume Master Todd would abide by your schedule, Master Wayne," Alfred remarks, his face stone-cold. Bruce checks the time on his watch again, then scans the crowd again.

"Just start the silent auction. I suppose Jason will come when he comes," Bruce suspires, clearly agitated. "See you at the auction," he chimes to you and your parents as he sticks his arm out for Selina to take.

"See you," your mother cheerfully says, though you know the cheeriness is just a facade because once Bruce and Selina walk away, your mother instantly drops the smile.

"Can you believe that woman? She was a criminal for God's-sake. She should be thankful that people like us even mingle with her." Your mother scoffs at your father. He hums along, paying relatively no mind to what she is saying.

While she goes on a tangent about how Selina is just using Bruce to get to his billions, you notice a dark figure heading toward the fire escape that you assume leads to the roof. You don't know why, but your brain is fluttering with the idea that you must follow it. So, you do just that.

"I have to use the bathroom," you interrupt, gently touching your mother's hand. You turn your head away from her, not bothering to turn back when she calls your name.

You walk around a corner to see the fire escape latch slightly ajar. Reaching out, you grasp the lever and push it out, quickly feeling the chilly Gotham air touch your cheeks.

Once your foot touches the stone with a 'clack' from your heels, you see the dark figure lying down, smoke clouding around him. He glances at you, taking a drag of his cigarette and huffing out a string of smoke.

"Didn't think pretty girls would come up here." This mystery guy's voice is deep, and judging by his figure, you can tell he's lanky.

"You know the latch and all."

"Are you calling me incompetent?" You cock a brow, hand on your hip with your purse in hand.

"No, I'm callin' you pretty," he says casually, taking another drag of his cigarette, not sparing you another glance. You hate to admit it, but this guy is pretty smooth, but you wouldn't tell him that.

"Who are you?" You ask, taking a few steps toward him and only turning your head to look at the night sky, which is aglow with billions of little stars. You see all the high-rise buildings, light illuminating the dark streets. It's a shame Gotham is so corrupt and unlawful.

"I should be askin' you that, seeing as you’re on my roof," he tentatively says. You can just feel the smugness in his tone, making you roll your eyes.

"You're a Wayne?" You question, arms crossed, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Somethin' like that I guess," he shrugs, which makes you let out a light laugh.

"You guess? You don't know your own family lineage?" You joke, moving to sit not completely next to him but close enough that you could feel the smoke in your nose. You could also see the outline of his face—strong jaw, pretty eyes, fluttery lashes, and nice lips.

"Why are you so curious?" He glances at you with a sly smirk on his lips. You look at him, then at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"You know smoking kills," you inform, pointing towards the cigarette. He lays his head back on the roof, his lips curving into a smirk before retaking another drag.

"You know what else kills? Poking your head around where you don't belong," he puffs out the smoke as he speaks. You turn your head away from him, trying to conceal your smile. This guy is something else, you think.

"Jason," he adds.

Your eyes widen, and your lips quirk. "Ah, you're Jason." You drag out the 'you're,' getting Jason to turn his head towards you. An inquisitive look is plastered on his face.

"So you've heard of me?" He cockily says.

"I know enough about you to know you're flakey," you raise a brow. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Wayne was looking for you, and so was everyone else," you clarify.

"Oh, please don't tell on me," he fake pleads, clearly being sarcastic. "Especially to Mr. Wayne."

You roll your eyes, though your lips threaten to smile. "I'm sensing some sarcasm."

"Well, aren't you just a modern-day Poirot.”

You widen your eyes, raising your hands. "Wait, wait. You read classic literature?" You gawk, hand coming to your chest.

"I dabble," he shrugs nonchalantly. You eye him, lip quirking.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" You say, holding your two fingers out, gesturing to his cigarette. "Let me take a puff," you insist.

"Ah, ah," he tuts. "What happened to 'smoking kills?'" He raises a brow, taking a puff of the cigarette himself.

"Sue me, but I'm curious," you shrug. He eyes you, wondering if you're joking. He gives you his cigarette anyway. You take a long drag, feeling the smoke cloud your lungs.

"Easy, easy," Jason warns. "Don't take too much, or you'll—" Before he can finish, you start violently coughing, feeling your eyes well up with tears. "Cough," he finishes, taking the cigarette from your hand as you go to cover your mouth.

"You like this shit?" You say through harsh coughs.

"You get used to it," he answers, not paying attention to the question. He's more concerned about you. "You okay?" His tone isn't condescending—it carries empathy.

"Ya, ya. Took too much," you shyly smile, hiccuping a little, turning your head to look directly at him. He laughs lowly. His laugh is deep and gravelly but still sounds kind. You gulp. God, were you getting turned on by a laugh?

You were facing him head-on, and even in the shitty lighting, you could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes slowly drift down his face, falling on his lips. He had stuck his tongue on his lips to wet them, giving them a glistening sheen.

"Are you thinkin' about me?" His voice is dry. You sharply move your eyes to bore into his, sticking your tongue out to wet the seam of your own lips.

"And what if I am?" You challenge. Suddenly, you can feel your own heartbeat, and your hands are clammy. You can see the gears in his brain working, trying to figure you out.

"Well, are you?" He asks roughly, putting his cigarette out on the roof. You search his eyes, gently biting your lip. His eyes follow you the whole time.

"Guess," you quipped. You hadn't realized you had scooted closer to him, close enough to where he could if he wanted to touch you. This little banter you guys had was getting you wetter by the minute. It was odd. You'd never even met this guy, but you would let him kiss you, maybe even more.

His gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips. "If I were to put my hand under your dress, what would I find?" He gruffly says. Your eyes drift back to his lips, and you bite your own as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

"What would I find?" He urges a little more assertively this time. You rapidly avert your eyes back to him, taking note of the blue hue in his eyes, which has seemingly grown darker.

"Maybe you should find out, Jason," you encourage. Once you give him the go, he's quick to move closer, crushing his lips to yours roughly. It was unlike anything you've ever felt before—like a ton of dynamite just erupted in you, leaving you feeling a buzz on your skin.

You reached up to grab the back of his neck, pushing him further on your lips. He groans as you sink one of your hands into his hair, gripping your waist in his hands and pulling you so you straddle his lap.

"Do you hook up with every girl you just meet?" You murmur into his lips, slipping your tongue between the seam of his moist lips.

"You hook up with every guy you just meet?" He imitates, in between breaths, gripping your waist tighter as you tug on the roots of his hair harder.

"Touché," you whisper, breathing labored as he presses deep kisses down your neck. He works his way down until he is kissing the top of your breast. Slowly, he brings his hands up to slip the strap of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

He kisses a straight line down the top of your breast to your sensitive nipple. His mouth is hot on your skin, especially in a place so sensitive. You moan as his mouth fully encompasses your nipple, lightly sucking, sending goosebumps down your skin.

You reach for his tie, grab it with your hand, hurriedly untie it, and throw it to the side before carefully undoing the few buttons on his jacket.

"It's a shame no one got to see your suit," you murmur as Jason returns his lips to yours, pressing feverish kisses into them before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Ya? Why's that?" He mumbles against your lips, as his hands fumble with his zipper trying to pull it down. You slid the jacket off of Jason's shoulder.

"Because you look fucking hot," you say, looking into his eyes, noticing the way his pupils dilate, hunger written all over his face. He quickly slips his slacks down, along with his boxers. Fumbling with the pocket of his jacket, he grabs a condom.

"Really?" You scowl, as he rips open the gold packaging with his teeth, slipping it on himself.

"What? Don't give me that look," he urges, pooling your dress up around your waist, sliding your panties to the side, as he guides the head of his cock inside your glistening cunt.

"Don't act like it didn't come in handy," he appeals as his cock slips inside you easily. You both groan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.

"Fuck, you were wet. Just slipped right in," he grits as you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction. His hand is in your hair, pushing your face towards his to share messy, hot kisses as his other hand helps you set a pleasurable pace.

You throw your head back as he thrusts into you, eliciting a moan from you. "Fuck, Jason," you mewl as you feel his lips back on your breast, sucking and nipping with his teeth. Your hands grip tighter in his hair, hoping this will give you some kind of stability.

"Feels so good. So fuckin' good," Jason groans as he feels you clamp around him. You press your lips back to his, aching to feel the vibrations of his groans against your face. He grips the sides of your face to deepen the kiss, his teeth clashing with your own.

You continue going up and down on his cock, occasionally he thrusts himself into you to satisfy his urges and lets you grind against him to chase your own high. He takes your nipple into his mouth one last time before you moan so loud you're surprised the Gotham City Police isn't called, and Jason is spewing curses and groans as you both come.

Your bodies are both buzzing and twitching. Chests heaving so heavily you're suprised your hearts didn't just bust straight out of your chests. Jason pulls out once you aren't panting as hard, guiding you off his cock as you fix your dress. He slips the condom off, groaning at the touch, before tying it at the end. Then, he slips his jacket back on along with his slacks.

You haphazardly stand, holding onto Jason's shoulder to keep your balance. Once you gain stability, you awkwardly cough out a bye, unsure on how to make this any less weird and head back towards the fire escape. You only turn when you hear him say something. Turning on your heels, you look back at him, still in the same spot.

"I, uh, never caught your name?" He yells, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Didn't throw it, Jason," you shout back, making a lopsided smile grow on his face. Then, turning to go back through the fire escape, you catch a smile spread across your face as well.

Maybe being forced to attend one of Bruce Wayne's galas wasn't so bad.

a/n: jason todd = thought daughter

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[charlotteking23]

Sick Day! 🤒

But these fan art make me feel single 😢

Also, I wanted to say this art is not mine and credit whoever made this amazing arts.

[yannawayne]

i'm gotham's only spidey

SYNOPSIS: "Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Y/N Kyle. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, And I've been the one and only Spidey in Gotham. I’m pretty sure you know the rest." AO3: yenwayne : CHARACTER ART OF MORGAN AND SPIDEY

'what's up danger?"

i. cat's out of the web ii. spidey going solo iii. a leap of faith iv. sexiest vigilante v. @ nightcrawler_updates vi. the hunt vii. crashout viii. a little death (w mild smut)

more in a few!

[lowkeyerror]

I think I’m gonna need some more Selina Kyle IMMEDIATELY PLEASE

Maybe a cute Drabble on how you guys met like meet cute but obviously in a way that makes sense with Selina. Like she thinks you just want to be with her for one night and leave but turns out your in it for the long haul and want to actually be in a relationship. And just a lot of cute fluffy interactions and all the pet names 🥰

Every Night

Word count: 651

Notes: pure fluff, lil drabble, not my gif

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The first time you laid eyes on Selina, you felt as though cupid had shot an arrow directly into your chest. You were at a club, your friends invited you for a night out and refused to let you decline the invitation.

It was sheer luck that the woman had been already looking at you. Nerves hit you hard when she approached you.

The first thing she said was," This doesn't really look like your scene, sweetheart."

" It's not."

" Then how about me and you go somewhere else," she suggested.

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks. Something Selina found extremely adorable.

" I don't know if it's smart for me to go anywhere in Gotham with a hot stranger that I've just met in a club."

Selina chuckles," Pretty and smart, well isn't that a dangerous combo. I'm Selina and I promise I'm as trustworthy as I am attractive."

For some reason, your gut was telling you to leave with this woman. Your senses were fighting hard, but your heart was too curious. So you left with her that night, and it was the best decision you had ever made.

Selina showed you finer things in life, things that you were certain only Gotham elitists had access to. She also showed you the beauty hidden in the slums of the town. That was the duality of Selina.

She was charming and flirtatious. It was impossible for the night to end up anywhere except with you under her.

Part of her expected you to be gone in the morning. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find you curled up in her arms, snoring lightly.

She took the time to really get a good look at your features. Selina had an eye for valuable things, and in that moment she was fairly certain that you were the most valuable thing she ever laid her eyes on.

" I'd say something snarky about a staring problem, but I like it when you look at me," your voice had a twinge of morning rasp to it.

" Well, you managed to surprise me. You know, I usually wake up to an empty bed." Selina lightly traced patterns on your arm.

" I find that hard to believe." Your eyes tried to lock on hers, but she's focused on the patterns she's making.

" You'd be surprised."

You took her hand in yours," I'd stay here until you asked me to leave."

Selina let a genuine laugh tumble out of her lips," I was that good, huh?"

Your face heated up at the insinuation," I- you were, but you're a lot more than just good in bed. I find myself wanting to know everything about you."

" Oh really," her eyes finally snapped up to yours, and you find yourself melting.

" Really… Let me make you breakfast?"

It was an innocent question that once again caught Selina off guard.

" Are you going to burn down my kitchen?"

You chuckled gently," No, I'm actually pretty good in the kitchen. I can make anything you want."

" Is there a catch to this?"

You thought for a moment," The catch is that you have to go on a date with me."

Selina kissed the tip of your nose," That all, sweetheart?"

"That's all I want."

Selina pretended to think about it, but her mind was made up the second you asked her. Instead of answering your question directly, she responded with her breakfast order," Ham and cheese omelet, don't short me on the bell peppers or green onions, Y/n."

You pecked her lips before rolling out of the bed," Yes, chef."

Selina sighed blissfully as you left the room. She really liked you, and that was rare for her. She wanted you to know everything about her, even her alter ego. Catwoman would spoil you with all of your heart's desires, she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Anything for her girl.

[bruciemilf]

For personal reasons (im a whore), I need Harvey Dent to be an absolute unit

[rebelliousstories]

Finally got around to watching The Batman (2022). While it’s not the Bale Batman, or Batfleck, I still thoroughly enjoyed the new interpretation of all the characters we know and love.

Requests are now open for:

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman

I could be talked into making fics for other characters though…

So ya know, jut like… have at it.

[hxney-lemcn]

Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing. 

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong. 

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him. 

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm. 

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize. 

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices. 

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace. 

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is. 

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses. 

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable. 

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman 

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.