“Speaking of which, how’s that operation with Wayne?” “Well when potential clients in need of my services know my name, it makes getting jobs easier.” “Not my fault you’re terrible at keeping yours a secret.” Knight jabbed. “Yes, it’s unfair you know my ‘secret identity’ but I can’t know yours.” Selina accentuated the identity part with air quotes. “You know we can’t do that, you don’t even know who I am under the mask.” “Oh? Would you like us to meet in another way, then? Maybe over dinner?” Selina sat down next to him on a gargoyle with her curled finger placed under her chin. “I mean all of this, we can’t keep meeting like this.” Knight broke himself off of Selina and walked to the edge of the building where he watched over the Gotham nightlife below him. “Why not? You said you were done for the night.”
“Selina, we can’t keep doing this.” Knight said in between breaths. The two broke apart to catch each other's breath, unaware of how long they were kissing as they were both panting. But it was not that kind of night for this particular hero, on top of a rooftop stood (Y/N) Wayne, better known as the Knight, sharing a passionate kiss with his lover, Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. It was another late night in Gotham City, usually the time where many of its vigilante protectors would patrol for criminals or even stop the newest plot of an infamous criminal mastermind or agent of chaos.
