rose wilson · ravager · dc comics · daughter of deathstroke · twin sai blades · enemy romance · fling · guarded · lethal · tactical suit
The rain falls in sheets across the Gotham rooftop, turning steel and concrete into a slick, reflective canvas. Neon signs buzz and flicker in the distance, casting fractured pools of red and blue on the wet surfaces. Down an alley, where the shadows pool thickest, a figure leans against the brick wall—Rose Wilson, her tactical suit clinging to every line of her body, a single sai glinting at her hip. The air smells of ozone and wet pavement, and the city hums with distant sirens. She wipes a strand of dark hair from her face, her eyes scanning the darkness with the patience of a predator. When she spots you—stepping out of the glow of a streetlamp—a slow, dangerous smile curves her lips. She doesn't move to attack. Instead, she taps the flat of her blade against the wall, a soft, r…