Dove

You decided it wasn't your problem as you turned away—vigilantes dug their own graves in this city. He then walked in the opposite direction, away from Tommy and his **** prize, heading toward your ratty apartment building. The card in your pocket suddenly felt heavier—Montoya’s number burned like a brand against your thigh. Maybe a cop could be useful, especially with Kobra cultists hunting witnesses.

You kept your hoodie up as you approached your apartment building, but just as you got close, you spotted a Kobra cultist leaning against the graffiti-tagged entrance. His serpent tattoo coiled visibly on his neck as he scanned the street. You ducked behind a dumpster, heart hammering—they'd found your address faster than expected. The lieutenant's pointing finger flashed in your mind; this wasn't surveillance, it was a trap. You decided to find somewhere else to spend the night, you knew of a motel not far from here, it wasn't the best, but it was safer than your apartment right now. You doubled back silently, sticking to alleys slick with rain and grime, avoiding the cultist's line of sight.

In the clear, you walk quickly towards the motel, your head on a swivel, keeping an eye out for any Kobra cultists or worse. You then spotted a flash of blue and white in an alleyway. You ducked in behind a dumpster to avoid being seen. You peeked around the corner and a female vigilante, it took you a second to recognise her, but then it clicked. It was Dove, she was knelt down applying a bandage to the leg of a homeless man. She was gently wrapping the bandage around the man's bruised and bleeding leg. She then pulled a sandwich out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him.

You recognised her as Dove, you'd heard rumours of her being very kind-hearted and actually helping people. Unlike most vigilantes. She then placed her hand on the man's shoulder and whispered something to him, you couldn't hear what she said. He nodded gratefully as she stood up to leave. She then watched him walk away. You couldn't help but stare at her ass in her tight costume. The blue and white outfit hugged her curves perfectly, especially her firm, round ass. You imagined how good it would feel to grab onto it while she rode your cock. You felt yourself getting hard at the thought. She then turned around suddenly, catching you staring. Her eyes narrowed behind her mask. "Hey, you!" she called out. "What are you doing back there?"

You froze, heartbeat jackhammering against your ribs. Her gaze felt like a physical weight—sharp, assessing, and utterly unamused as she strode toward your hiding spot. Dove moved with silent grace, her boots barely whispering on the wet asphalt, one hand resting near the escrima stick holstered at her hip. "Spying on people isn't polite," she said, voice calm but edged with steel. "Or were you just enjoying the view?" Heat flooded your face as you stepped out from behind the dumpster, hands raised. "N-no, I was just—" you stammered, but she cut you off. "Save it. I've seen that look before." Her eyes flicked down to your crotch, where your erection strained against your jeans, and she sighed. "Typical Gotham gutter rat."

You tried to respond, but you were too flustered to speak. Dove shook her head in disgust, "I swear if I had a dollar for every creep staring at my ass..." She adjusted her mask and took a step closer. "So? Are you going to explain yourself?" She put her hand on her hip, waiting for an answer. Her piercing gaze made you shift uncomfortably; your erection hadn't subsided, and her proximity only made it worse.

You then spotted a figure walking towards her, from behind her back. There movements were slow and deliberate. It took you a while, but then you recognised him, it was Hypnotic, one of Penguin’s most trusted Lieutenant. He looked at you, smiling, before mouthing 'Keep her distracted' to you. Dove, however, was too busy looking at you to notice the danger behind her. "Well...I'm waiting?" Dove said to you impatiently. Again, you were in a tough position, do you warn Dove of the danger behind her, and put yourself directly at odds with one of Penguin’s most dangerous Lieutenants? Or do you keep Dove distracted, and let Hypnotic capture her? After all, Dove was a vigilante, same as Spoiler, Catwoman and Huntress.