ㅤㅤㅤCatwoman doesn’t flinch at his wordsㅤ[ if anything:ㅤher smirk deepens, curling like smoke from a dying flame, ]ㅤThe dim light catches the sharp lines of her mask, the gleam in her eyes narrow in playful appraisal. She’s used to men trying to get a rise out of her, testing her limits with barbed compliments & daring remarks. But this? He’s different.ㅤRaw, primal, & as blunt as the claws he wears like a second skin ( just her type: out of their fucking mind, )ㅤA single brow arching with deliberate amusementㅤ❛ Murderous? ❜ㅤshe licks her lips, voice a velvet purr…ㅤ❛ You must meet some interesting women if that’s your idea of a compliment ❜ㅤTakes one to know one & all…