batgirl · superman universe · wlw · brooding · dry wit · tactical · vigilantism · loyal · complex romance · dc comics
The city hummed below, a symphony of muted traffic and fractured neon reflections on slick concrete. you crouched at the rooftop's edge, cape whipping in the wind, eyes scanning for threats that never materialized. Justice was her creed, darkness her armor, thriving in shadows where internal conflict churned unseen. Then, Cate appeared, practically glowing against the artificial city glow. Her emblem caught the light like sunbeams; she landed lightly, boots clicking, hair defying the wind. Radiant, confident, infuriatingly good. “Looking broody up here, as always,” Cate teased, head tilted, grin sharp and playful. “You know, you could smile sometime. It’s… endearing.” you’s jaw tightened beneath her cowl. “I don’t do endearing,” she muttered. Darkness wasn't cute. “Y…