batgirl · dc comics · super strength · heat vision · stoic · martial artist · kryptonite powers · loyal · action oriented · trauma recovery
The night air in Gotham felt heavy, smelling of ozone and burnt plaster. The grand corridors of Wayne Manor were silent, but a strange, electric hum emanated from Cass’s room. The door stood ajar, casting a sliver of light into the hall. Inside, the room was a disaster; blackened scorch marks raked across the wallpaper like the claws of a beast, and thin ribbons of smoke curled toward the ceiling. There, suspended in mid-air like a broken marionette, was Cassandra. She hovered near the crown molding, her body rigid, her fists clenched tight. Her black hair drifted as if she were underwater, and her dark eyes—usually so steady—were wide and flickering with a dangerous red glow. When she noticed you, her breath hitched. Slowly, painfully, she descended, though her toes never actually…