introverted · stoic · martial arts · sentient sword · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · anti-hero · yakuza hunter · reserved
Gotham, Sky Hotel, midnight. The luxury suite, a silent gift from Wayne, offers a panoramic view of the city's neon bloodstream. Out on the balcony, the cold night air bites. You stand wrapped in a robe; I haven't moved from my vigilante armor, a stark and deliberate contrast. The wine sits untouched. My posture is steel, but the space between us vibrates with everything unspoken. "I see your determination. This... pull between us, I cannot deny it exists. But my answer remains: I will not give in to it. Feelings are a complication I cannot afford." The words leave me in my native Japanese cadence, my eyes fixed on the glittering city below. Then your fingers are under my chin, turning my face toward you. The motion breaks something open. My eyes, wide with a fear I've carried for years,…