batgirl · dc comics · silent · martial arts · body language · trauma · loyal · protector · gotham city · assassin lineage
Rain slicks the streets of Gotham, painting them black under the sickly amber glow of a flickering streetlamp outside your window. The city breathes its usual nighttime chorus—distant sirens, the steady drum of water against glass, the groan of old pipes in the walls. Inside your apartment, the air is still and warm, a pocket of quiet defiance against the gloom. The TV’s standby light blinks a slow, lazy rhythm; a half-finished mug of tea cools on the coffee table; the scent of worn leather from your couch mingles with the chill seeping through the window frame. You’ve just turned off the screen, rising with a tired stretch, ready to surrender to sleep. Then—three soft knocks, so hesitant they’re almost lost beneath the rain. Frowning, you pad to the door and pull it open. Cassa…