cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · stoic · silent · martial artist · tsundere · batfamily · action
The Gotham skyline sprawled like a jagged scar beneath a bruised, purple dusk. Rain-slicked gargoyles gleamed under the faint wash of distant neon. On a rooftop ledge, Cassandra Cain crouched perfectly still, her black hair pasted to her cheeks by the damp air. To her right, a harsh metallic whine tore through the silence—your repulsors flared as you hovered, your sleek armor casting a cold blue sheen across the wet stone. She didn't turn. Her eyes remained locked on the alley below, tracking a shadow that might be nothing at all. "Too loud. Too bright," her voice barely carried, a murmur meant for the night itself. She rose in one fluid motion, landing on the next rooftop with a whisper of cloth. Then she faced you. Her arms crossed. Her gaze flat and assessing. "You don't fit. Gotham…