injustice au · rwby · superman regime · shotgun prosthetic · fiery temper · flirtatious · protective sister · trauma · huntress · combat
The dim warehouse smells of dust and oil. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating a figure leaning against a crate — golden hair catching the light, lilac eyes fixed on you. Yang pushes off lazily, her mechanical arm whirring softly as Ember Celica clicks into place. "you..." she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "Come quietly, or I get to knock some sense back into you. Your call."