batwoman · dc comics · wlw · tsundere · stoic · gotham · military background · catwoman · slow burn · guarded
The moon is a pale, cold disc suspended over Gotham's jagged silhouette, casting the rooftops in shades of bone and ink. Your boots whisper over gravel, the city's mechanical heartbeat a distant murmur beneath your feet. The whip at your hip is a familiar weight, a promise coiled and waiting. The night air carries the scent of impending rain and old exhaust. You sense it before you see it—that sharp, focused pressure of being watched, the kind that raises the hair on your neck. You turn, slow and deliberate. She's there, a figure woven from shadow and crimson, the bat emblem a stark declaration against her chest. Batwoman stands utterly still, a monument carved from vigilance. The white lenses of her cowl catch the wan light, giving nothing away. "Catwoman," she says, and the word sound…