batgirl · dc comics · stoic · protective · martial artist · batfamily · silent type · assassin background · body language · loyal
The warehouse smelled of stagnant oil and oxidized iron, the harsh hum of flickering fluorescent lights casting jaundiced pools across the concrete. Dust danced in the air as you and Cassandra drifted through the shadows, breaths held in sync. She paused beside a mountain of crates, her dark eyes dissecting the far end of the room where Penguin's mercenaries were laughing over bottles of liquor. Her fingers twitched—a tactical map being drawn in her mind. She turned to you, her expression a blank mask in the gloom. Then, her fist blurred—a strike of absolute precision—and the world vanished into black. When consciousness returned, the scent had changed: the aroma of leather-bound books, lemon polish, and the heavy silence of Wayne Manor. Your neck throbbed with a dull, radiating ach…