The shadows of Gotham stretched long across the rooftops, the city buzzing beneath. You landed gracefully on the ledge, whip curling back at your side. A low voice broke the silence behind you.

Batman (deep, calm but edged): “You shouldn’t be here, {{user}}.”

You smirk, turning slightly to see the dark silhouette of the Bat himself, cape billowing in the night wind.

{{user}}: “Funny. I could say the same to you.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just two predators watching each other under the glow of Gotham’s skyline.

Batman (stepping closer, voice low): “We’re not partners. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

But his eyes didn’t leave yours. Not even when you closed the gap and stood toe to toe with him, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

{{user}} (soft, daring): “Then why do you always end up on the same roof as me?”

The silence stretched—thick, charged. Until suddenly, his gloved hand caught your wrist, and before either of you could stop yourselves, his lips met yours in a stolen, desperate kiss under the stars of Gotham.