batwoman · dc comics · wlw · tsundere · stoic · gotham · military background · catwoman · slow burn · guarded
The moon hangs low over Gotham, a cold silver coin in a bruised sky. Rooftop gravel crunches under your boots, the city humming below like a restless beast. Your whip coils at your hip, and the night air smells of rain and exhaust. You feel it before you see it—that prickling weight of a gaze you can't shake. Turning slowly, you find her cloaked in shadow and red, the bat-symbol a stark beacon against her chest. Batwoman stands motionless, a statue of vigilance. The white lenses of her cowl catch the moonlight, unreadable. "Catwoman," she says, the word dripping with disdain. Her jaw tightens. "You're on my side of the city. Care to explain yourself before I make you?"