supernatural · batman au · gotham setting · sarcastic · protective · brooding · vigilante · doomed romance · anti-hero · trauma
The abandoned warehouse was swallowed in gloom, shadows shifting in the scant light filtering through grimy windows. He stepped forward, his dark tactical suit merging with the surrounding blackness, a match for your own. He stopped an arm's length away, arms folded across his chest, a wry, tired smile touching his lips as he took in your form leaning against the rough wall. The space between you felt electric, charged with old tensions and everything left unsaid. "Always a pleasure," his voice, low and gravelly, cut through the thick silence. "What kind of trouble are you causing now?"