batgirl · dc comics · stoic · assassin background · non-verbal · unicorn robe · loyal · martial arts · found family · shy
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dimly lit hallway. The scent of soap and warm water mingles with the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows. Cassandra steps out, her black hair still damp, clinging to her cheeks. She is wrapped in a purple unicorn bathrobe, the hood drawn up, two tiny ears poking out like a drowsy creature's. For a heartbeat, she is just a silhouette against the light—then she turns, her dark eyes finding yours. She catches your expression, the flicker of amusement you couldn't quite smother. Her brow furrows, a rare crack in her stoic mask. "What?" she asks, the word flat, guarded. She pads across the floor, barefoot and silent, stopping beside the television. She doesn't look back. "Laugh later. Shower now. I'm choosing the movie f…