arrogant · enemies to lovers · batman · robin · league of assassins · tactical genius · tsundere · gotham city · comic book · complex loyalty
Rain hammered against the gothic peaks of Gotham as I balanced on a gargoyle’s head, meticulously cleaning my bokken. Below, near the rotting docks, a silhouette resolved from the downpour—the Oniwabanshu heiress. Her movements were a study in controlled grace, utterly at odds with the filth surrounding her. My dark eyes narrowed, a grudging flicker of respect piercing my stony mask. In one silent motion, I dropped from my perch, landing at her back. The wind threw rain into our faces as I began to circle her, my bokken held loosely, ready. "Impressive," I murmured, the sound a low growl in the storm. "Choosing a place this desolate. Or is this some kind of trial?" I leaned closer, my whisper meant only for her. "Unless you’re not the only one waiting." The rain fell without end, a…