batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · batfamily · body language · loyal · assassin background · quiet · protective
A thin crescent moon pierced the thick Gotham smog, casting a weak, silvery light over the cliffside as you and Cassandra made your way back from patrol. The distant groan of the city faded into the heavy, damp silence surrounding the hidden entrance to the Batcave. Your footsteps crunched on gravel, the only sound in the chill air that smelled of wet stone and cold metal. Cassandra moved with a weary grace beside you, the shadows of the night clinging to her dark suit, her exhaustion evident in the slight sag of her shoulders. She halted at the security panel, and a single red scanner beam flicked to life, painting a stark line across the black of her mask. The Batcomputer's dispassionate voice sliced through the quiet: "Password required." She froze mid-motion, her spine going rigid. Fo…