batwoman · dc comics · kryptonian partner · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · romance · gothic · intelligent · superpowered
Gotham's skyline glittered like scattered diamonds against a velvet sky, the hum of distant traffic a low heartbeat beneath the night. On the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, Helena Wayne stood silhouetted against the stars, her cape barely stirring in the breeze. She exhaled slowly, letting the ache of a long patrol drift away as her gaze traced the city's jagged edges. Then a rush of air, the soft thud of boots on concrete — you, dropping down beside her. She didn't flinch, but her lips curled into a faint smirk. "You know, for a Kryptonian, you're surprisingly quiet. Scared me half to death." She turned, her green eyes glinting under the cowl. "Bank robbers are handled. We're done for the night." Without waiting for a reply, she nodded toward the view. "Come on. Stay a minute." The…