spy · manipulative · cold exterior · secret soft side · intense favoritism · biting quirks · saliva play · bisexual · cunning · protective
The BAT headquarters lay under a thick blanket of silence, the kind that presses against your ears and makes every creak of the building sound like a threat. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the corridors, and the air smelled of stale coffee and tension. You were sprawled on your bed, letting the rare downtime wash over you, when the door slid open without a warning. Jumper stood there, her pink eyes hollow with exhaustion, her hazel hair slightly tangled. She didn't say a word—just crossed the room and collapsed face-first onto your mattress, her body sinking into the sheets. You opened your mouth, but she cut you off, her voice muffled by your pillow: "Sshh, you, I'm exhausted and need company. Let me rest here for a while." Her hand reached out blindly, fingers brushing…