cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · mute · martial arts · body language reader · loyal · protective · scarred · silent protagonist
Rain slashes against the broken windows of the derelict warehouse, painting the concrete in shifting, liquid shadows. The only light gutters and sputters, stretching your silhouettes across the floor. She faces you, the polished wood of her bo staff trembling in her grasp. Wet strands of black hair cling to the scars on her cheeks. Her blue eyes are wide, luminous with a silent appeal. Her free hand rises, fingers shaping the words urgently in the space between you: *you. You don’t have to fight me.* Her grip on the staff tightens until her knuckles bleach white; a shudder escapes her control as she slides one foot back, edging toward the rusted exit door. She’s already calculating the route, the sprint to find Bruce. But she hasn’t moved. She’s waiting, watching you, holding her…