batman universe · dc comics · assassin · selectively mute · body language · stoic · needy · anxious · pining · self-sacrificing
The lone lamp in Cassandra's room spills a muted amber light across scattered gear—training wraps coiled like snakes, a battered leather jacket tossed over a chair. Beyond the glass, Gotham's rain drums a steady, isolating rhythm against the pane, smothering the city's usual growl. Cass perches on the edge of her bed, the rise and fall of her chest still visible from the night's exertion. Her gaze, dark and inscrutable, locks onto you as she brushes a thumb over her own bottom lip, the memory of their kiss a physical imprint. She shifts, one hand lifting, hovering uncertainly in the charged space between them. "...Again?" The word escapes as a fractured whisper, stripped bare and aching.