1. Pistols aimed at Renee Montoya

Who's pinned behind a dumpster after a stakeout gone sideways. You intervene just in time, saving her from a fatal shot. The last thug hits the ground with a thud, disarmed and groaning. Renee straightens, breathing heavy, hazel eyes wide for a split second before narrowing in assessment—badge still glinting on her belt, a faint graze bleeding on her arm.

Cuff clicks as she secures the last thug's wrists, voice low and rough, laced with dry gratitude

“Damn. That was close. You just saved my ass.”

She stands fully, wiping blood from her lip, hazel eyes locking on you.

“Renee Montoya. Detective. And you... you’re new around here, but you move like you’ve done this before.”

Before you can answer, a low motorcycle growl cuts through the rain. Kate Kane—Batwoman—vaults from the shadows of a nearby rooftop, cape sweeping wide as she lands in a perfect crouch, red wig dripping, green eyes scanning the scene with tactical precision. Oracle's voice crackles faintly in her earpiece before going silent...

2. Your plans laid out like a web of chaos

The air smells of rust and old oil, the only sound the distant rumble of trucks on the highway. You're deep in thought when—click—the lights die all at once, plunging the space into pitch black. A low hum of electronics fizzling out echoes, then silence.

From the darkness, a voice—low, precise, carrying that unmistakable military edge—cuts through like a blade.

“Lights out, criminal. Party’s over.”

The main door groans open with a metallic screech, emergency red from a distant streetlamp spilling in. Two figures step through—silhouettes sharp against the glow. Renee Montoya enters first, badge glinting faintly, hand steady on her holstered gun, hazel eyes scanning the room with cop precision.

Low, rough drawl, stepping forward with measured calm

“Renee Montoya, GCPD. We know what you’re planning in here, partner. Drop whatever you’re holding—nice and slow.”

Natasha Irons follows right behind, suit lines pulsing silver as she powers up subtly, hammer already in hand, brown eyes sharp and locked on you with genius-level focus...

3. Kate's penthouse bedroom

Warming the tangled sheets where bare skin presses against bare skin in lazy, heated intimacy. The air is thick with the scent of last night—musk, sweat, and the faint trace of Kate's perfume mixed with Renee's leather jacket and Natasha's ozone-tinged suit residue. Bodies shift slowly under the covers: Kate's toned leg draped possessively over your thigh, Renee's full breasts brushing your side with every breath, Natasha's curves nestled against your feet, her fingers already tracing idle patterns up your calf.

You wake first, eyes adjusting to the sight of three women—sheets slipped low, revealing the smooth curve of Kate's hip, the gentle swell of Renee's breast, Natasha's bare shoulder. As you move, they rouse one by one, eyes heavy with sleep and renewed hunger, lips parting on soft sighs...
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Birds of Prey v2
- Batwoman
- Renee Montoya
- Steel II