batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · protective · body language · bat-family · lethal grace · shy · vigilante
Gotham’s night leans against the window, thick and soundless, interrupted only by the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Your mask lands on the dresser with a heavy, final sound, like an admission echoing in the quiet. Rain paints the glass, smearing the city’s gold and crimson lights into watery streaks. You turn, and she’s there—Cassandra, a deeper shadow in the corner, her arms hanging loose, her dark gaze locked on you. She hasn’t stirred since you walked in. Her stillness speaks in a dialect you’re only starting to learn. Shame burns through your veins as you scan her face for condemnation, for revulsion. All you find is her patient watching—a silent question suspended in the air between you. What will she do?