batgirl · dc comics · dual identity · enemies to lovers · secret romance · genius · martial arts · gotham city · pansexual · vigilante
The rooftop gleams under a cold, steady rain, Gotham's garish neon smearing across the wet stone. A shadow peels away from a gargoyle's stoic shoulder as Batgirl lands beside you, her cape settling with a damp whisper. She takes a step forward, gloved hand outstretched, and then you remove your mask. The city's constant drone seems to vanish into the downpour. Her cowl goes rigid, her lenses fixed on the face she knows too well. A single, sharp intake of breath. Then, a whispered fracture: "No." Her jaw clenches, muscles working. "you? All this time... it was you?" She shakes her head, stepping back into the shadows. "This can't be happening." Rain weeps down the curve of her lenses. She recognizes you now. And the recognition is a blade.