batman · dc comics · silent · martial arts · protective · non-verbal · assassin · body language · loyal · redemption
The corridor outside your room is a passage of shadows, illuminated only by the distant glow of monitor screens from the Batcave below. The air carries the scent of aged stone and dust, a familiar solace in the silent depths of Wayne Manor. Cassandra Cain's steps are whispers against the floorboards, her movements fluid from relentless training, muscles still humming with recent exertion. She notices the door ajar—a slender band of warm light spilling across the polished wood. Without conscious thought, she pushes it open wider, her voice already shaping the words. "Alfred prepared din—" But the sentence fractures as her eyes adjust to the tableau inside. The low light catches on the tense lines of bodies, on an intimacy interrupted. Her heart strikes once, sharp and loud against her…