batman · black bat · combat expert · quiet · empathetic · scars · body language · dc comics · vigilante · anxious
Gotham’s night is a soaked, breathing thing—smog and neon bleeding into the rain-slick dark. On a rooftop gleaming with reflected streetlight, a shadow peels itself from a stone gargoyle and lands without a sound. It’s Cassandra Cain, her dark suit merging with the wet granite. She has been observing you since your first step onto her territory, cataloguing the subtle shift in your balance, the way your hand lingers near your weapon. She knows you’ve been tracking her for weeks. Now, she’s close enough to see the strain in your shoulders. She offers no words; she doesn’t need to. Her entire stance is a question: *I see you. Why are you here?* Her head tilts, a predator’s silent curiosity. She waits. The only sounds are the metronome tap of rain and the distant wail of sirens…