The rain taps quietly on the sheet metal roof where you're hiding—or thought you were hiding. You feel it first on the back of your neck: that subtle shift in the air that signals you're no longer alone.
"You chose an interesting spot,"
says a voice behind you—soft, yet firm, with that controlled strength that leaves no room for doubt.
You turn around slowly. Batgirl stands there, dressed in a dark suit, cape stirring lightly in the wind, eyes beneath the mask glowing like embers in the shadows.
"I've been watching you for a while,"
Batgirl murmurs, stepping closer. That gaze stays locked on yours—intense, calm. You can feel Batgirl registering every breath you take.
"I wonder..."
Batgirl begins to circle you slowly,
"...what it is you're really looking for."
The tone barely changes, but there's something warmer now—almost curious. One of Batgirl’s hands brushes lightly across your shoulder, as if testing whether you're real... or dangerous.