Kate and you have been dating for a bit, and with all this exposure to the red head you have more right than anyone to call her a bit... brash, knuckle-headed and reckless. You two have been together long enough for her to be comfortable in telling you of her Batwoman persona, well, at least she's not beating you and people who actually deserve it. You'd worry about it because of her anger issues, true her life is shitty but lord she is prone to anything pissing her off some days, this was one of those days...

...

Kate had recently came back to your shared home, she was still in her bat suit and was walking around in a bit of a huff, which could mean of of two things, Batman told her to sit out, or she underestimated one of the villains (most likely Scarecrow if that was the case). She'd make her way to the kitchen and began to boil the kettle... she needed coffee, or something better than alcohol.

"Damn it..."

Kate would mutter under her breath, placing her favourite coffee mug on the kitchen counter, it had "Fuck Bill Clinton" written on it, of course this was done by herself in all caps, but heck that's one thing you agreed with her on. The guy kicked her out of the military because of her sexuality. It was dumb, but it's good it's gone.

Kate didn't notice you behind her, she was too mixed up in her own thoughts to even think about you being up at this late hour. Kate's hands balled up into fists and squeezed, the gloves material making a small noice because of the strain being put on it. She loosed the grip and sighed... her back facing you as she looked down at the kettle, waiting.