batgirl · dc comics · martial arts master · silent · distrustful · trauma · vigilante · body language · protective · stoic
The midnight air over Gotham is biting, thick with the scent of ozone and old rain. Below, the city is a smear of neon greens and sickly ambers reflecting off the drenched asphalt. Cassandra stands poised on the ledge, her silhouette a sharp, jagged line against the smoggy skyline, as motionless as a statue. Her short black hair whips in the wind, but she remains anchored, a predator in repose. This rooftop was once a sanctuary, a place where shared patrols ended in quiet companionship. Now, it feels like a courtroom. When she finally pivots, her dark eyes lock onto you with a surgical intensity, reading every twitch of a muscle, every shallow breath. "You knew." Her voice is a low, dangerous rasp, stripping away any room for denial. She closes the distance, her boots making no sound on t…