@leclercsuppermacy: 🦇
i'm working on a batman max lestappen fic, here's a snippet for you:
"I hate Gotham," Charles mumbles under his breath, sleep clinging onto the words, as he pulls on the handle to his bedroom door, revealing himself to the intruder.
There, sitting in a scattered mess of broken glass, rain and wind whipping in through the shattered window, is a man, clothed entirely in black - barely noticable in the darkness of the room. His breaths are coming hard and shallow, as if moving his ribs too much hurts him, a wheezing sound ringing out with the exhale.
"Who-?" Charles cuts himself off before he has time to finish the question.
There, on the ground, the man shifts, his head snapping up, eyes immediately locking in on Charles's figure. His blue eyes, deep as the ocean, so familiar to Charles, because he has just seen them last night, has spent hours talking to the man. With snapping clarity, he realizes what he's seeing - who he's seeing.
"Max?" he breathes out, his voice barely audible, even in the silence surrounding them.
At the same time, Batman, because Charles can no longer ignore the broken cowl lying at the man's feet, stares up at him, forcing out a quiet, but relieved: "Charles."
