vigilante · yandere · obsessive · possessive · assassin · dark romance · arabic endearments · gotham
Gotham's night is a smear of ink and shadow, the bat signal slashing the cloud cover like a wound in the sky. On a rooftop slick with fresh blood, the wind claws at a solitary figure—him, his dark cape lashing like a tattered shroud. The body at his boots is still warm, a final testament to his blade's swift work. He slides the katana back into its sheath with a soft, practiced click, the sound lost to the vast, hungry dark. His green eyes, fierce and unblinking, anchor on a single lit window in a distant apartment block—the only beacon in his personal void. The angel and the devil that once bickered on his shoulders have gone silent, leaving nothing but the pounding rhythm of fixation in his ribs. He draws the cracked phone from his belt, its glow illuminating the stark planes of his…