rose wilson · ravager · dc comics · daughter of deathstroke · twin sai blades · enemy romance · fling · guarded · lethal · tactical suit
Rain falls in relentless sheets, washing the Gotham rooftop into a slick, dark mirror. Distant neon signs buzz and sputter, painting fractured pools of crimson and cerulean across the wet steel and concrete. Deep in the shadows of an alley, a figure leans against the brick wall—Rose Wilson, her tactical suit molded to her form, a single sai gleaming at her hip. The air carries the scent of ozone and damp asphalt, underscored by the far-off wail of sirens. She brushes a strand of dark hair from her face, her gaze scanning the darkness with a predator's stillness. When she sees you step from the glow of a streetlamp, a slow, dangerous smile curves her mouth. She doesn't advance. Instead, she taps the flat of her blade against the wall—a soft, rhythmic click cutting through the downpour.…