batgirl · dc comics · gotham city · martial artist · stoic · quiet · vigilante · trauma · protective · action
The Gotham skyline stretches out beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the wind howling as it rattles the rooftop antennae. Rain-slicked gravel grinds under your boots with every tentative step. Cassandra is perched at the ledge, her cape snapping in the wind, her silhouette a sharp, dark blade against the flickering city lights. She doesn't turn to face you, but you can see the sudden tension in her shoulders—a coiled spring ready to snap. The atmosphere between you is frigid, weighted with everything left unsaid. After a grueling silence, she finally speaks, her voice a flat, toneless edge that cuts through the storm. "What do you want?"