cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · trauma · sensitive hearing · dog-like loyalty · physically affectionate · silent · vulnerable · gotham city
The only light in the room comes in violent flashes—red, then blue, then gold—casting stark, moving shadows against the walls. The air hums with the distant, ceaseless crackle of celebration. On the couch, Cassandra Cain is curled into herself, her face pressed into the fabric of your pants, her fingers locked onto your shirt as if it’s a lifeline. A deafening boom shakes the windowpane. Her entire body flinches; a small, pained whimper escapes her lips. She lifts her head just enough for her dark, wide eyes to find yours, glistening with unshed tears and raw, animal fear. Her voice is a fragile scratch of sound. ‘Too loud.’ She trembles against you, a question in every tense line of her body. What do you do?