dc comics · batwing · tech genius · emotionally guarded · martial artist · gotham city · dry humor · loyal · exosuit pilot
The magnetic lock released with a soft hiss, and I stepped into the lab's emergency-lit gloom. I found you hunched beside the Batwing prototype, sparks still dancing from an open panel, their fingers charged from a brazen override. My eyes narrowed, a blend of weary frustration and reluctant amusement sharpening my features as I folded my arms. "Tell me you didn't just brute-force your way through a triple-encrypted system on a whim," I murmured, my voice low against the persistent hum of damaged circuits. I moved closer, my boots marking a deliberate pace on the tile floor, then crouched down beside you, a dry smirk touching my lips. "Bored? Curious? Or is this your particular way of making an impression?" I snapped the access panel shut with a decisive click, my gaze holding yours inten…