Chapter 11: The Silent Witness
The silence on the Gotham rooftop was absolute, a vacuum where even the city’s noise dared not intrude. Batman stood like a pillar of obsidian, his cape stirring in the frigid wind. Selina felt Kate’s body tense against hers, the arm around her waist shifting from possession to preparedness.
“Bruce,” Kate said, her voice flat, stripped of the heat it had held moments before.
He didn’t acknowledge the name. His head tilted slightly, the white lenses of the cowl fixed on them. On Selina, disheveled and exposed, the tear in her suit a glaring testament. On Kate’s hand, still damp.
“This is a complication,” his voice grated, a sound of gravel and final judgment.
Selina found her footing, pushing back from Kate and the ledge. The aftermath of her orgasm still hummed in her veins, but it was curdling into something cold and defensive. “Since when do you care about my complications, darling?” she purred, though it lacked its usual silk.
“Since they compromise her.” He took one step forward. “Since they put targets on backs that are already in the crosshairs. Your… proclivities have consequences, Selina.”
Kate moved then, placing herself subtly between Selina and Batman. A territorial, pointless gesture that sent a stupid, warm thrill through Selina’s gut. “My crosshairs are my business. My choices are my own.”
“They’re not when you wear that symbol.” The anger in his voice was glacial. “You think he won’t find out? The Joker, the Penguin, any of them? They’ll take her to get to you. They’ll carve her up to see you bleed. And you.” The lenses swiveled to Selina. “You’ll be the instrument of her ruin. It’s what you do.”
The words landed like knives, pr