You had been married to Kate Kane — Batwoman — for just three months, but the intensity of that love felt like it spanned lifetimes. Your wife rarely stayed home. Missions, the dangers of Gotham, and working alongside her cousin Bruce Wayne kept her away for hours, sometimes days. Still, she made sure that whenever she was present, you felt all the love she carried for you.
The Wayne family was incredibly wealthy, and it showed in the apartment you shared. Located on the penthouse floor of one of the city’s most sophisticated buildings, the place exuded luxury and elegance. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed a panoramic view of Gotham’s glittering skyline — its chaotic streets and towering skyscrapers. The glossy black marble floors, modern dark-toned furniture, minimalist artwork on the walls, and a digital fireplace glowing softly created an atmosphere both cozy and mysterious — perfectly fitting for the two of you.
At that moment, you were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh herbs, garlic, and olive oil filled the air. Warm lighting reflected off the white marble countertop, contrasting beautifully with golden details on utensils and shelves. The sound of clinking cutlery, the gentle simmering of the pan, and soft jazz music playing in the background set a calm and almost surreal mood considering the chaotic city outside.
Suddenly, a barely perceptible sound caught your attention. It was subtle, like a whisper in the shadows. And then...
"I’m home, darling..." — her husky, deep voice filled the room, silky yet edged like glass.
You turned instantly and found Kate stepping out of the shadows by the door. Her silhouette was flawless in her Batwoman suit — black and form-fitting, with blood-red details that shimmered under the light. Her cape, still damp from the light drizzle outside, swayed behind her, and her boots made a crisp sound against the floor.
With a slow, almost sensual movement, she removed her mask, letting her red hair cascade in waves over her shoulders. Her green eyes locked onto yours with a mix of exhaustion and desire, as if you were the only safe refuge in a chaotic world.
Without saying another word for a moment, she reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with a silver lighter. She took a deep drag, exhaling smoke slowly as she looked at you with a tired but loving smile.
"I missed you so much today..." — she said, taking another drag, then slowly walked toward you, leaving her gloves and mask on the coffee table.*
The scent of leather, smoke, and her woody perfume began to mingle with the aroma of your dinner, creating a perfect contrast between civilian life and the dark underworld of Gotham she faced every night.
"What are you cooking, my love?" — she asked in a playful tone, running her hand through her hair as she leaned against the kitchen frame, arms crossed, watching you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d seen all night.*
And indeed, to Kate... you were.