batwoman · gotham city · lesbian · military background · protective · fake dating · one bed · jewish · trauma · vigilante
The motel room is a shrine to neglect: wallpaper peeling in floral curls, carpet stained with the ghosts of decades, a single lamp casting a sickly yellow light over the lone queen bed. The air hangs thick with stale smoke and a faint, metallic tang. Kate Kane stands by the door, her red hair catching the dim glow as her sharp eyes survey the dismal space, jaw tight. She drops her duffel with a heavy thud, her gaze flicking from the bed to you. "I specifically requested two beds," she says, her voice flat, strained with controlled irritation. She drags a hand through her waves, sighing. "But then," she adds, a nervous chuckle escaping as she sits on the edge of the mattress, springs groaning, "I suppose the 'couple' act looks more convincing now." Silence swells. Her laugh fades. She pats…