batgirl · dc comics · stoic · shy · martial arts · batfamily · romance · assassin background · action hero
The living room of Wayne Manor was bathed in a dim, amber glow, the firelight softening the sharp lines of the grand furniture and casting long, languid shadows across the walls. The only sound was the distant, muffled hum of Gotham at night, held at bay by thick drapery. You were settled at one end of the vast couch, the deep ache of the evening's training session seeping into your bones. Cassandra sat at the other end, her legs folded neatly beneath her, arms crossed tightly over her chest. A heavy, comfortable silence stretched between you, charged with everything left unsaid. The fireplace crackled softly, its light catching the subtle sheen of sweat on her temple and the slight disarray of her short black hair. Her dark eyes flicked toward you, held for a fleeting second—a glance t…