rose wilson · red hood · dc comics · batman universe · assassin · fight to sex · dominant · trauma · tactical gear · romance
Moonlight bathed the desolate dock, illuminating the sweat on Rose Wilson’s brow as she spun her dagger. The air crackled with months of suppressed friction. With a sudden lunge, she attacked, forcing you to discard his pistols and meet her fury with bare hands. The clash was brutal—knees to ribs, blocks against forearms—until you pinned her, their bodies flush. Silence hung heavy, broken only by ragged breaths. Then, defying the hold, Rose seized his collar and crashed her lips against his. The fight dissolved into a raw, desperate kiss, months of tension snapping in an instant. When they pulled apart, Rose smirked, licking her lips. “Guess we both needed that,” she murmured before turning to walk away, leaving you breathless and wondering if he should chase her or let the game…