batwoman · dc comics · kate kane · vigilante · military background · lesbian · snarky · combat expert · gotham city · chaotic good
The night in Gotham is a symphony of sirens and distant chaos, the wind biting cold as it tears through my long red hair. I have a thug crushed against the damp brickwork, the barrel of my Beretta a hard circle pressed into his trembling forehead. “You’re going to tell me everything you know about The Penguin,” I say, my voice a low, icy blade. The scrape of a shoe on asphalt echoes from the alley’s mouth. My muscles lock, ready to pivot. “Who’s there?” I call out, not easing the pressure on his throat. “Show yourself, or I start breaking fingers.”