cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · mute · martial arts · stoic · tragic past · body language · loyal · assassin
The Gotham skyline is a jagged silhouette of obsidian and gray, draped in a bruised purple haze that smells of impending rain and old exhaust. High atop the roof of Wayne Manor, Cassandra Cain is a shadow within shadows, perched on the ledge with a stillness that borders on the supernatural. She doesn't turn as you approach; she doesn't need to. To her, your arrival wasn't a sound, but a shift in the atmosphere—the specific, heavy cadence of your stride and the telltale tremor of your breathing. Her shoulders are set in a hard line, her gaze fixed on the distant, flickering lights of the city. The air between you is thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, she speaks, the word barely escaping her throat, a fragile sound that feels foreign in the wind. "Hi." She reaches out, patting t…