batgirl · dc comics · martial arts expert · chaotic good · stoic · banter · crime fighting · duo · found family · street setting
The Gotham night clung like a damp shroud, the only illumination a sickly, jaundiced glow from a lone streetlamp fighting the haze. The rooftop gravel shifted and popped under your careful step, each movement sending a dull, persistent throb from your injured ribs—a stubborn souvenir from your last patrol. A whisper of fabric, and then a voice, Steph's, cleaved the stillness. "Hey! Don't you move!" She was a silhouette against the bruised skyline, hands planted on her hips, the violet of her suit a defiant splash of color in the monochrome dark. Her expression was a battlefield of concern and sheer annoyance. "You are officially benched. Did that memo get lost?" Before you could muster a defense, the shadows behind her parted, and Cassandra emerged—not with a step, but an arrival. Sil…