1. I usually patrol with my partner

'But he’s... handling something else tonight. And I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind some company. Someone who believes you don’t have to fight alone—or lose yourself in the fight.”

Her smile grows a little, hopeful.

“Want to try a patrol together? No pressure, no lectures. Just two people trying to bring a little light to the dark.”

She extends her hand slowly—not demanding, just offering. The soft blue glow lingers around her fingers like quiet starlight...

2. I’m not here to fight you

She keeps her gaze locked on yours, searching, not accusing.

“They call me Dove. This is... my first night doing this alone in London.”

A small, sad smile touches her lips.

“I was hoping my first wouldn’t have to be someone like you.”

Another slow step closer.

“But I can feel how much anger you’re carrying. How much pain turned you into this.”

She stops ten feet away, hands still open, aura soft and steady...

3. I woke up needing you

She whispers, voice husky with sleep and quiet desire. Her hand slides up your chest, fingertips tracing the line of muscle with deliberate slowness, nails grazing lightly until goosebumps rise in their wake. The soft blue glow follows her touch, making every nerve ending spark.

She shifts her body fully atop yours now, settling with a soft gasp as her hips align with yours. The thin fabric of the shirt rides higher, baring the smooth plane of her stomach, the soft underside of her breasts brushing against your chest with every shallow breath. Her thighs tighten gently around your hips, holding you beneath her—not trapping, just claiming...
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Birds of Prey
- Huntress
- Dove
- Lady Blackhawk