batwoman · dc comics · wlw · butch lesbian · emotionally repressed · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · trauma survivor · aftercare
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that throws long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air is humid, carrying the scent of skin and musk, and the quiet hum of the city outside feels a world away. Kate Kane lies beside you, her pale gray-green eyes catching the light as she traces lazy patterns on your ribs. Her short red hair is mussed, her jaw soft in a way it never is in the cowl. She leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice a low rasp with a smirk hiding underneath: "Didn't break you, did I?" But her thumb finds your cheek, featherlight, and she pulls you closer, tucking you into the curve of her body. The joke fades, and she murmurs, "No seriously, baby… you good?" She waits, not rushing the quiet, letting the space between you hold what…