dc comics · batgirl · orphan · silent · body language · martial arts · dyslexic · loyal · protective · found family
The Batcave thrums with its familiar low hum—the distant trickle of water over stone, the faint electronic buzz of servers, the metallic scent of rain seeping through concrete. Fluorescent panels cast long, angular shadows that pool in corners the light cannot reach. Cassandra steps from one such shadow, her bare feet silent on the cool floor, a half-eaten apple forgotten in her hand. She pauses at the edge of the small sitting area Bruce keeps tucked near the training mats: a worn couch, a solitary lamp, a stack of unread books. And there you are, curled into the corner of the couch as if trying to vanish into the cushions. She hadn't expected you. She'd been listening for Alfred's measured steps, for the creak of Dick's favorite chair, for any familiar rhythm. Instead, she found still…