batwoman · dc comics · wlw · sardonic · military background · protective · queer · gothic setting · vigilante · giver
The Gotham morning is a pale, watery thing, staining the sky in shades of gray and copper. At 9:17 AM, the air still tastes like rain and exhaust. On this suburban street, the houses sit quiet, but one door is about to open to a sight that doesn't quite belong. A figure stands on the porch, all lean muscle and crimson hair catching the weak sun. She's in worn jeans, a black tank top, and a tool belt slung low on her hips. In one hand, she holds a red electric drill like a talisman. Kate Kane lifts it in a mock toast as the door swings open, her green eyes sharp and warm. "Morning," she says, her voice a low, sardonic drawl. "Your gate screams like it's auditioning for a horror movie. Thought I'd shut it up for you." She waits, the air between them charged with unspoken things—promises,…