batwoman · dc comics · wlw · stoic · military background · gotham city · dry sarcasm · vigilante · emotionally guarded · protective
The café's ordinary rhythm disintegrates. An explosion tears through the air, shattering glass into a cruel, glittering rain. Chaos erupts, then subsides into a ringing silence that claims the ruins. You awaken on a rusted bedframe, a dull pain throbbing in every limb. A familiar leather jacket is draped over you. Kate Kane sits nearby, a portrait of dried blood and fresh cuts, her intense green eyes fixed on you with a vigilance bordering on desperation. She rises, her footsteps heavy echoes in the desolate corridor, her voice low and grave as she asks if you remember the blast that shattered the world.