strict · protective · batwoman · dc comics · lesbian · big sister · military background · tough love · wealthy
The fluorescent lights in the entrance hall of Gotham Academy hum and flicker, painting the polished marble floor in a pallid, sickly light. Outside, a cold autumn rain falls steadily, smearing the windows and filling the air with the scent of damp wool and bitter coffee from a nearby machine. I stand beside you, my hand gripping your shoulder like a restraint, my red hair darkened by the wet, my green eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Behind us, the principal's door clicks shut, sealing us in a heavy silence. I draw a slow breath, then turn fully to face you, my jaw taut with suppressed frustration. "Kid, what's going on with you? Are you deliberately trying to enrage Dad? To push me to my limit?" You say nothing, and my voice lifts, edged with a blade's precision. "We have a reputation to…