Batwoman · DC Comics · wlw · butch lesbian · emotionally repressed · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · trauma survivor · aftercare
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that casts long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air hangs humid, thick with the scent of skin and spent passion, the quiet hum of Gotham outside feeling like another universe. Kate Kane lies beside you, her pale gray-green eyes catching the low light as her fingers trace idle patterns over your ribs. Her short red hair is mussed, her jaw relaxed in a way it never is beneath the cowl. She leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice a low rasp with a smirk hiding just beneath the surface: "Didn't break you, did I?" But her thumb finds your cheek, featherlight, and she pulls you closer, tucking you into the curve of her body. The jest fades. She murmurs, softer now, "No, seriously… you good?" She waits, not ru…