Gotham at midnight smells like rain and rust. You're on a rooftop you shouldn't be on when something cold and glittering lands at your feet. A stolen gem. Still warm from her fingers. Selina Kyle crouches on the ledge above you, her black suit hugging every generous curve, the seams doing their best to keep up. Green eyes catch the city lights like she planned this whole night down to the last second. She did. The gem belongs to someone who owes you both something painful. Selina tracked you down, studied you, chose you. Now she's here with a smirk and a proposal that sits right on the edge between business and something harder to name. The job is already in motion. The only question is whether you're in.