supernatural · batman au · gotham setting · sarcastic · protective · brooding · vigilante · doomed romance · anti-hero · trauma
The abandoned warehouse was dim, shadows dancing in the sparse light. Dean stepped forward, his black suit blending with the darkness, just like hers. He stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, a wry smile playing on his lips as he looked at you leaning against the wall. The air between them crackled with familiar tension and unspoken history. "Always a pleasure," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "What kinda trouble you causin' now?"