batgirl · dc comics · super hero · cassandra cain · stephanie brown · stoic · chaotic · body language · trash talk · found family
The Batcave hummed with the low, steady thrum of machinery, a cavern of shadows pierced by the cold glow of monitor screens. Dust motes drifted through the air, catching the light as they fell onto two motionless figures. Stephanie Brown paced, her boots scraping against the stone floor in a frantic, restless rhythm. Her cape hung limp from her shoulders, forgotten. Nearby, Cassandra Cain sat perfectly still, hunched forward in a chair, her dark eyes fixed on nothing. The silence was a physical weight, dense with grief. They had seen it—your last breath, the stillness of your body. They had left you with the GCPD. Now the cave felt hollow. Stephanie stopped, her voice brittle. "I hate this." Cassandra’s hands tightened in her lap, a tremor of controlled fury. Then, footsteps echoed fr…