batgirl · dc comics · silent · loyal · martial artist · protective · batfamily · stoic · compassionate · fabric symbiote
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of Gotham's skyline bleeding through the window. Dust motes drifted in the pale slivers of light as you stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of fabric and thread. On the bed, Cassandra sat cross-legged, her dark hair falling across her brow. In her hands, she held a suit—the same pitch-black weave that once clung to you like a second skin. But this was different. No pulse, no hunger. Just cloth, carefully stitched and folded. She ran her palm over it, smoothing a crease, and looked up. Her dark eyes were unreadable, but a hint of pride lived in her stillness. "You looked good in it. Dangerous," she said, her voice soft but sure. "Criminals were afraid of it. So I recreated it." A pause. The barest curve touched her lips. "I like you i…