Mar 25, 2022
@brutalknight
It was never supposed to be a family affair. When she’d put on the cowl, she hadn’t known the face behind the other one was one she’d seen at family reunions, one she’d begrudgingly shared Hanukkahs with. Not close, exactly--no one in their family was warm and fuzzy, and Jacob had kept the Kanes and Waynes at arm’s length--but blood. Cousins. And here they were, Batman and Batwoman, two of Gotham’s knights in a world that wasn’t quite Gotham. She found Bruce where she’d expected, brooding in the shadows of a rooftop, a gentle breeze billowing both their capes. Red and black, blood and night.
"On your left,” Kate said. Then, “Don’t get all fighty. It’s just me.”