I don’t know much about being diagnosed as a psychopath, so I’m not gonna involve that part of Khoas character, since I don’t wanna make assumptions about it.
It’s said that Khoa doesn’t feel empathy or fear though, which is interesting.
I’ve always imagined Khoa is someone who shows his affection through physical items, like an expensive watch or a personally tailored suit. Maybe even a brand-new car, or even a whole new apartment in the most expensive part of town.
I can’t see him as someone who verbalizes his love very much, like he wouldn’t say I love you multiple times a way. Instead, he would give you a gift, or squeeze you extra tight when you hug or kiss you extra longingly.
If you are a vigilante like him, he would make sure you had the best gear as well, to keep you safe. He would absolutely love to spar with you too, and its one of the easiest and fastest ways to get him riled up.
Outside of sparring, he loves to watch you wear his clothes or the stuff he’s bought for you. He always gets this curled smile on his lips as he saunters towards you, grabbing your hips or crawling up the bed and lying beside you.
His hands wander when you guys are together, it doesn’t even have to be anything sensual. Khoa just likes to touch you and be in contact with you at all times.
Khoa has a bit of an ego, so you have to stroke it sometimes. He can’t help but puff up a bit and chuckle when you call him handsome or squeeze his muscles and whistle about how he seems buffer than normal. Even if its just jokes, he likes it.
If you aren’t a vigilante, expect to be taught how you protect yourself. That’s a necessity to date him, if he truly cares about you, he is gonna train you. Khoa is not a kind teacher, but he always patches you up afterwards and will give you all the kisses and gifts you could want.
He doesn’t praise your work if it isn’t good though, he had very rough trainers himself, so he isn’t gonna compliment shabby work. This is when you’d figure out how seeing you being strong and lethal gets him going, if you hadn’t figured it out before.
You have to be okay with murder, since that’s one of the reasons he does what he does. Even better if you have the same morals at him, expect him to purr flirty comments into the comms when he sees you break a neck or take someone out.
You are gonna meet Batman at least a few times, those two are connected in one way or another. You don’t have to worry about being jealous though, with Batman or anyone else, Khoa is loyal to a T when you guys become official, and he expects the same from you.
It is kinda fun to make him a little jealous sometimes, if glares could kill the person flirting with you would go up in flames and cease to exist. Khoa always make sure you know who your partner is, one way or another.
Arguments can be pretty tense with him, especially if neither of you like to apologize. I can’t see him being super emotional and mushy, so after an argument you two would both go by yourself to cool off.
If he is in the wrong, he would come back later with flowers or something you like, would kiss you softly and hold you and quietly say he’s sorry. If you are the one in the wrong, you can do the same and he would forgive you.
If you guys get married, you know damn well your wedding is gonna be expensive. Even if you want something lowkey, your wedding is gonna cost enough that it leaves you feeling faint. The rings probably cost more money then you have ever seen, but seeing Khoa puff up like a proud peacock seeing you wear it, makes you feel like cautious about it.
63. Bringing them coffee when you know they didn't sleep well
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Exhaustion rolled over his shoulders with each dull clack along the keyboard, occasionally backspacing when his eyes fuzzed and misspelled the words. He let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair at the head of the Batcomputer, digging the bottom of his palms into his eyes, rubbing until stars burst behind his eyelids. When he opened them, he blinked a few times, waiting for the galaxies to disappear before resuming his constant typing. His siblings were asleep upstairs, and his father was off saving the other side of the world—he could handle report writing; it was better than closing his eyes and seeing nightmarish flashbacks.
Another round of clacking resounded in his ears and he faintly picked up someone’s footsteps from behind before his steaming coffee mug appeared in his line of vision, dark liquid swirling within. “You get your refusal to sleep from your father,” a voice said, accentuating their point by placing their hands on his shoulders, digging their thumbs into his blades.
“Ow,” he hissed as a particular dig made his muscles jolt in pain; he didn’t bother craning his neck to see who it was—he knew already. “That hurts, K.”
Ghost-Maker shrugged, continuing to massage the soldier’s shoulders. “That’s what happens when you don’t stretch before vigorous activity.”
“I’m typing up reports,” he countered. “Not fighting.”
“Poor posture makes for sore back muscles.” He bent down, brushing his lips near the soldier’s ear. “Much more than our routines do.”
He harrumphed, lifting the mug to his lips; he took a sip, then paused and looked at the coffee. “K?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you wash my fucking coffee cup?”
“Of course, I did,” Ghost-Maker replied. “It was a disgusting buildup of multiple uses.”
“I can’t believe you washed my fucking coffee cup. You don’t touch a sailor’s coffee cup.”
"You know that's not what I meant" with pissed batdad and Gm Ahahaha. For the FFF
Warning do not touch the magic potions without a sorcerer present!
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She walked into the cave, looking around for the two men who’d frantically called some thirty minutes before, begging for her to help them. “Bruce? K? You guys here?” It was so quiet, and a bottle rolled out from behind the Batcomputer causing her to sigh. “Great. They got drunk. Guys, seriously? You call me here—” she went silent as she rounded the desk, two young boys, no older than eight coming into sight. “What in the hell?”
“There you are!” the little black-haired boy griped. “We’ve been waiting!”
She blinked, glancing between the one boy and the other, a brown-haired child with his chin propped on his knees. “Who the hell are you two supposed to be?”
“Human beings, duh.” The brown-haired boy piped up and she scowled.
“That is not what I meant.”
“It’s us!” the first child bellowed. “It’s me! Bruce! And Ghost-Maker!”
Her eyes drifted to Ghost-Maker’s, and he nodded; she felt a wave of shock roll over her and she had to sit down. “Jesus, God, and Mother Mary, what did you two do?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Bruce screeched. “Help us fix this!”
“Why haven’t you?” she questioned, and he suddenly went quiet, small pale cheeks tinting a dark red.
Ghost-Maker snickered. “He’s upset because he can’t reach the panels.”
“Shut up!” Bruce shouted.
“Make me!” he retorted, getting up and the two got nose to nose.
“Hey!” she yelled, grabbing each of them by the ear and they both yelped, curling their heads in to avoid more tugging. “Quit that!” she commanded, then let them go. “Look, it’s two AM. Let’s all go to bed, and we can do this in the morning.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ghost-Maker replied, stretching his tiny arms over his head. “I’m tired.”
“No! I don’t want to be tiny anymore!” Bruce shouted, stamping his foot. “I want this fixed now!”
She merely bent down and wrapped an arm around his waist, the other tugging Ghost-Maker around the waist, then she stood up and hefted them into her arms. “Alright, come on. You’re going to bed, Bruce.”
“I’m not tired!”
“You will be.”
“Put me down!”
“You’re such a child, Bruce.” Ghost-Maker snickered.
“Shut up!” The two started bickering again and she merely sighed as she climbed the steps.
