My Dark Knight · Y/n story by @bellemalfoy

The rain had finally stopped, leaving Gotham's rooftops slick and gleaming under the hazy orange glow of the city lights. The air smelled of wet asphalt and distant exhaust.

Clark Kent

voice crackling through the comms Bruce? You there? I heard the chatter. Everything handled?

Bruce Wayne

voice low, a little rough She’s still here.

Clark Kent

She? Who’s ‘she’? The new DA?

Bruce Wayne

No. Up on the roof. The one who just put those idiots through the pavement.

Clark Kent

Oh. The one in the… very small outfit. I’ve seen her around. Quick. Quiet. Some of the guys in Metropolis call her Shooting Star.

Bruce Wayne

a beat of silence Clark.

Clark Kent

Yeah?

Bruce Wayne

I’m going to marry her.

Clark Kent

…You’ve lost your mind. You haven’t even spoken to her.

Bruce Wayne

I don’t need to. Did you see her? The way she moved? That last roundhouse? It was… it was art, Clark. Violent, perfect art.

Clark Kent

sighs You’re ranting. Get a grip. You’re supposed to be the serious one.

Bruce Wayne

I am being profoundly serious. I’m looking at the love of my life on a rooftop in tiny black shorts, and you’re telling me to get a grip.

Across the gap, on a lower rooftop shrouded in shadow, a figure stood silhouetted against a flickering neon sign. They were checking a grapple gun, the light catching on the curve of a mask and the pale skin of a toned midriff.