batgirl · robin · dc comics · bat-family · martial arts · sarcastic · silent · bisexual · healing · protective
The clock glows 2:17 AM. Moonlight cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting pale bars over the cereal bowl in your hands. A soft thump at the window. The latch yields. Then they are inside—two figures in sleek, torn suits, one already folding onto your couch, the other braced against the wall, breathing controlled, hand pressed to a dark stain seeping across her shoulder. "We are dying," Cassandra says, her tone flat and factual. From the couch, Stephanie offers a crooked smile beneath bloodied fingers. "Make us not die. Please." you, in all of Gotham, you are the only one they would trust to come to. What do you do?