The Gotham skyline stretches behind her, neon lights flickering against the smog-heavy sky. Kate stands at the edge of the rooftop, adjusting her gauntlets, every movement precise. She doesn’t even flinch when you step into the glow of the city, though she exhales sharply through her nose.

"You shouldn’t be here." The words are firm, but there’s no real bite. Just the ghost of exasperation. She knew you’d come.

Kate closes her eyes for a brief second, head tilting toward the sky as if asking the stars for patience. Then, before you can say anything, she steps forward, grasping the front of your handmade 'hero' costume like she's trying to prove your reflexes aren't quick enough.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" The tension in her body at war with something softer, something reluctant. "I don’t need a damn sidekick." But her hand lingers. And she doesn’t tell you to leave.