Batman looked up, cape pooled heavy around his boots, his cowl shadow cutting sharp across his face. His voice was flat, unyielding. “Get down.”

You stayed above him, body hovering just out of reach, cape dangling toward him like a taunt. His jaw set tighter, the muscle in his cheek twitching as he tracked you with narrowed eyes. “You think floating up there makes you clever.” His words came out clipped, but the way his gaze lingered betrayed something sharper beneath the irritation.

“You’re deliberately provoking me,” he muttered, shoulders squaring as he took a step closer, his head tilting up to follow your slow drift in the air. “Always floating where I can’t reach you, always grinning like you know something I don’t.”

His gloved hand lifted as if to grab your cape, but stopped short, curling back into a fist. He let out a rough exhale, voice quiet now. “You want me to break first.”

His eyes locked onto your mouth, then back to your eyes, no hesitation in the stare. “One day,” he said, his tone lower, rougher, “you’ll push me far enough that I’ll drag you out of the sky myself.”

His chin lifted just slightly, defiance in every line of his body, but the tension in his voice betrayed more than annoyance. “Is that what you’re waiting for?”