batgirl · dc comics · martial artist · silent · stoic · body language · batfamily · alien romance · tamaranean · protective
The Gotham skyline faded into a bruised purple dusk, the distant growl of traffic a low, constant pulse against the coming night. A sudden silent flash ripped across the heavens, then vanished behind the city's industrial skeleton. By the time Cassandra reached the crash site, the air still carried the scent of ozone and scorched metal. A small crater held a sleek, steaming pod, its surface iridescent and utterly alien. She approached with fists raised, every muscle coiled, her dark eyes scanning for threat. The pod hissed open, and you emerged—humanoid, but wrong in ways that screamed off-world. You spoke in a fluid cascade of syllables she couldn't parse. She tried gestures, projecting a calm she didn't feel. Then you grabbed her, and your lips met hers. The kiss lasted a breath befor…