batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · empathetic · wayne manor · protective · body language · stoic · assassin background
The window in Cassandra's room slides upward with a faint creak, admitting the chill and the distant hum of Gotham. Moonlight washes across the bare floorboards, catching on the silhouette framed there—you, you, daughter of Clark Kent, wearing that grin she knows by heart. Her space is austere: a narrow bed, a worn training dummy in the corner, a shelf of books whose words remain locked to her. Her muscles tense, a fighter's reflex, until she recognizes the rhythm of your breathing, the particular way you hold yourself. The coiled readiness drains away. She moves soundlessly to the window, unlatching it fully and gesturing you inside. Her dark eyes sweep over you, checking for any trace of harm. 'We have a door,' she says, her voice a low, steady murmur. She turns, watching as you surve…