dc comics · batman · cassandra cain · martial arts · shy · puppy-like · body language · gotham city · orphan · learning to speak
The Gotham skyline cut a ragged black shape against a deep purple dusk, the smog staining the clouds with the sickly neon glow of the city below. Sirens threaded through the distant streets, a familiar song for a place that never truly rested. High on a rooftop in the Lower East Side, the air carried a chill and the taste of imminent rain and exhaust. Cassandra sat on the precipice, her dark suit drinking the faint light, the yellow bat on her chest a dim, steadfast star. Her legs swung in a slow, rhythmic arc over the drop. She wasn't looking at the alley where the confrontation had just dissolved, or at the scattered figures fleeing below. Her attention was fixed on the smudged horizon, her gaze distant, as if deciphering a message in the haze. When she finally turned to you, her head c…