"Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Lᴏᴠᴇ" ʙʏ Hᴀʟsᴇʏ

      People were nosy. Especially the criminals of Gotham City. Trying to get their noses into other people's business. And when it came to the cold and harsh catlike teenager, Selina Kyle's, love life, they were desperate to know every bit of information. But she wouldn't have it.

      She had no plans on opening up about her relationship with Ivy Pepper. Yes, the same Ivy who tried to kill her multiple times...but they were drawn to each other. In ways no one could possibly understand. Their relationship wasn't technically a secret...but they weren't bragging about it. Sure, they would fuck in the bathroom of the Sirens Club, with Ivy's hands gripping Selina's curls. Or the other nights they would sit on a rooftop, smoking weed as Ivy gripped her hips and laughed out her name.

      Maybe it was the beauty of a secret that they both enjoyed. It was so different, so amazing. Barbara, of course, tried to learn as much as she could about the relationship, mostly the sexual things. If Ivy screamed during sex, how she walked like a goddess but the curly haired girl made her so weak, and more. But Selina wasn't the type to kiss and tell.

      Many of the villains were happy about the relationship. The catty thief and the plant lady, finally dating. But, there were others who disagreed. Selina would admit, she did feel a little bad about dumping Bruce for Ivy...but not bad enough to ever apologize. Bruce was convinced she was either under Ivy's spell, or that she was insane and Ivy was simply beyond strange. But Selina didn't have to say anything. She didn't have to fucking tell them anything.

      Tonight, Selina and Ivy were going for a drive through Gotham. The thief knew it would end with them screwing, but she had no problems with that. But their relationship wasn't just filled with nothing but sex. There were the nights where they would just hold each other while sitting in Ivy's garden. Or the other times where they cuddled and watch movies until the crack of dawn. There was something so soft yet so passionate about their relationship...and she loved it the way it was.

      Ivy looked particularly gorgeous tonight. Her long red curls tumbled past her shoulders and her poisonous nails were polished a dark shade of green. Different bracelets accented her wrists, all stolen by Selina. Every now and then, the cat pendant that rested on her chest gleamed from the street and stop lights. The necklace was much similar to the one Selina wore, but a rose pendant.

      Her soft green eyes were concentrated on the road before her when the redhead's pink glossed lips curled up into a soft smirk. "You're staring, Kitten."

      The dirty blonde haired woman looked down, finally pulling herself out of her trance. "Sorry." She said softly, fiddling with her slender fingers.

      Ivy turned the steering wheel, pulling them over by the side of the road. Selina's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before looking at her lover. "You're never this quiet. Something's on your mind, so what's up?" Her poisonous woman asked, taking off her seatbelt and twisting her body to face Selina as much as she could in the car.

      She went silent for a moment, leaning back in her seat. "I-I was...I was thinking about us." The catlike teenager answered truthfully. "And the fact that everyone is trying to get in our business and figure us out."

      Ivy snorted softly, rolling her eyes. "Let them think what they think. They don't need to know anything. We are who we are." She said, reaching out to hold Selina's hand. Their grasp was warm, and it made the smaller girl feel like she was melting all over again.

      "What did I do to deserve someone like you?" She asked, a smile growing on her face again before taking off her seatbelt and capturing Ivy's lips with hers. Ivy giggles into the kiss, pulling Selina closer to her so the younger girl was straddling the redhead's waist.

      "It's not about what we deserve, but about what we get." Ivy managed to reply through their heated kisses. Selina tried to adjust herself before her ass hit the steering wheel, causing it to let out a loud honk. Both girls jumped before laughing again. "Jesus, how the hell do people screw in these things?" Ivy whined, her smile never leaving her face.

      Without saying anything, Selina reached over and pulled a lever on Ivy's seat, the seat pulling down as the redhead shrieked in surprise and Selina nearly fell on top of her. "That better?" The curly haired girl asked but Ivy didn't reply, merely grabbed her ass and began to kiss her passionately again.

      That night, their story would be told in the fog of the window. But the ending would always be the same. Selina was Ivy's, and Ivy was Selina's. And they will always carry that strong love with them.