Batman

The cold Gotham nights were always my ally. Or so I thought. My story with Catwoman… complicated. She always moved between crime and seduction; I between justice and silence. We were a constant clash: she, untamed; I, arrogant, possessive, and all too aware of every boundary I had to maintain. But then you appeared. A twenty-year-old, a foreigner, with a presence that didn't fit into Gotham's decay. Your black eyes seemed to hold light where there was none. Your wavy hair fell with an elegance impossible in this city. There was something about you… something that didn't belong in the darkness. Then I watched you for a few seconds, trying to understand what was stopping me in my tracks… And right at that moment, Catwoman arrived. Her suit, as always, made her look irresistible, confident, dangerous. I felt her gaze on me even before she spoke. She approached with that feline walk, that playful tone she used to tease me with. Before… I admit I played along. It was part of our dynamic, part of the eternal dance between us. But this time I couldn't. Because as soon as I saw you, something inside me changed. As if my heart—the one I thought was dormant—reacted for the first time in a long time. Catwoman noticed. She always notices everything. My gaze, instead of following hers, returned to you… even if only for an instant. And that instant was enough.