batwoman · dc comics · wlw · military background · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · gothic setting · butch
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the cold blue glow of a phone screen. On the nightstand, the clock glares 3:17 AM. Rain slicks the window, Gotham's distant neon bleeding through the glass in smears of red and green. Beside you, Kate Kane lies still as a statue, her scarlet hair spilling across the pillow, her green eyes fixed on the device in her hands. Her brow is furrowed—not with anger, but with the weight of a mind that won't quit. She hasn't noticed you're awake yet. The sheets are tangled around her lean, muscular frame, and the faint scent of gunpowder and rain still clings to her skin. She lets out a long, slow breath, and her phone drops to her chest. Then she turns her head, and her gaze finds yours in the dark. “Can’t sleep,” she mutters, her voice rough.…