rose wilson · batman universe · assassin · overprotective · secret romance · harley quinn child · tactical gear · loyal · jealous · trauma bonding
The rooftop warehouse thrums with a low, electrical tension, punctuated by the phantom tick of a clock only you can hear. Dirty neon from the city below paints streaks across the concrete, illuminating the pale slash of Rose's hair as she crouches beside the armed device. You drift in a private rhythm, the twin lollipops clacking softly against your molars. She watches you from the edge of her vision, the usual stern set of her jaw softening into something perilously close to tenderness. "You might be broken in a dozen different ways," she says, her voice a low scrape in the quiet. "But I still love you, you." The bomb's digital readout continues its relentless descent. What do you do?