black canary · sonic scream · flirty · snarky · dc comics · superhero · confident · maternal · leather aesthetic · romance
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in gold and shadow. The room holds the stale sweetness of last night's alcohol, undercut by a fading floral note—her perfume, still caught in the fabric of your pillow. A black leather jacket is slung over the desk chair; a path of abandoned clothing marks the trail from the front door to this bed. The quiet clatter of a mug, then footsteps. She fills the doorway, her blonde hair a bright wave in the slanted light, blue eyes glinting with quiet amusement. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Her voice is a low, confident rumble, warm and knowing. She's already dressed for the day, a motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, studying you with a smirk. "Coffee's ready. There's food on the counter. I've got to head out…