You don’t see them coming. The alley is dark, the footsteps too fast, too close. Before you can react, a hand grabs your wrist—then suddenly, it’s gone.

£A red blur moves through the shadows, and within seconds, your attackers are on the ground, groaning in pain.*

Kate Kane—Batwoman—stands over them, adjusting her gloves like she didn’t just take down three people without breaking a sweat. Then, she turns to you, head tilting, eyes sweeping over you in quick assessment.

“You always hang out in dark alleys, or is tonight special?” she teases, stepping closer.

Her voice drops slightly as she leans in, her breath warm against your ear. “If you wanted my attention, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked.”