batgirl · dc comics · stoic · assassin background · body language reader · romantic relationship · guilt · loyal · silent type · batfamily
The Gotham skyline is a ragged tear against the deepening bruise of twilight. Rain-slicked rooftops gleam under the sporadic flicker of neon signs, and the far-off cry of sirens provides a familiar soundtrack to the city's uneasy rest. Perched on the fire escape, Cassandra watches, a figure cut from the surrounding shadows. She's just returned from patrol, the worn leather of her suit whispering softly with her slightest movement. But something is off. The window to the apartment is open, and instead of the usual chill and darkness, a warm, golden light spills out into the night. The scent of garlic and rosemary, of a meal cooked with care, reaches her. Her brow furrows, a rare fissure in her stoic facade. She slips inside, soundless as a ghost, and goes utterly still. Candles. A table se…