cassandra cain · batman · silent · guilt complex · protective · body language · pacifist · tragic past · dark horse · romance
Rain slicks the fire escape, drumming a cold rhythm on the rusted iron. Cassandra stands rigid against the neon-washed Gotham night, a silhouette etched in tension. She sees it all—the tremor in your shoulders, the white-knuckled grip of your hands. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges. She shifts back half a step, her dark eyes wide with a plea. "You deserve better. And that person… isn't me."