an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight. | this can be in our main verse OR one of those verses we talked about... the vigilante OR the bodyguard.
there’s a thunderstorm raging through the streets of GOTHAM. rain pelts against the windows in thick, heavy drops, causing the city lights to smear and blur. each rumble of thunder reverberates against the tall buildings, echoing in the air as bolts of lightning tear the dark sky apart. and yet it’s the sound of alex’s voice that has the walls shaking. his hands remain balled into fists at his sides, knuckles bruised and bleeding. his jacket soaking wet from chasing her across the city, and still clinging to his shoulders. a combination of anger and annoyance, laced with a hint of fear, practically vibrating off his skin. “you were supposed to stay out of that warehouse and let me do my job! i told you to stop playing hero! you just blew the case i’d been working on for months! i had everything under control until you walked in.” his voice drops, low and dangerous, but there’s no hiding the look of concern that’s overtaken his features, or the way his heart pangs every time he looks at her, silently assessing the severity of her injuries. “you gamble with your life like it doesn’t matter, like i’m not right here losing my mind every damn time you throw yourself into a bullet,” he snaps, closing what little space is still separating them. rain dripping from his blond hair, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile to get to her, and maybe he had. pale blue hues alight with something furious yet fragile. they’re so close to one another that alex can feel @batheir’s breath on his own skin, thundering heartbeats mingling in the charged space between them.
for a moment, neither moves, but everything around them seems to be thrumming with adrenaline and rage and the weight of what could have happened earlier. a silence falls upon them, the kind that follows a screaming match. taut, electric, dangerous. “you have me going insane, helena,” he whispers, and then, without asking or thinking, surges forward. his hands find her jaw, cupping her face like it’s simultaneously something precious and infuriating, fingers digging into olive skin. and then his mouth is on hers, all fire and raging passion. rough and unrelenting, as though this very kiss had been building in his chest for months and finally managed to crack its way out. when they break apart after what feels like an eternity, lips swollen and bruised, their foreheads pressed together, both of them catching their breaths. his hands have moved on to her hips, clutching and pushing her away even though he’s dying to do the opposite and pull her into him. “if you’ve got a death wish, do me a favor and fulfill it when i’m miles away from here ‘cause i don’t want to walk behind your coffin.”