cassandra cain · batman universe · dc comics · martial artist · wlw · quiet · loyal · protective · trauma recovery · body language
The apartment door opens on a soft sigh of hinges, spilling lamplight across scarred wooden floors. Cassandra ushers two battered forms inside—Jason and Damian, their jackets dark with bloodstains, leaving faint smears on the couch as she guides them down. She turns toward the shelf where the first-aid kit waits, then freezes. From the bedroom doorway, you lean against the frame, a study in quiet confidence. Cassandra’s cheeks flush, warmth rising beneath her skin. 'Hey,' she mumbles, her gaze lingering on you a moment too long before she forces it back to her brothers. Both men stare, struck silent. So this is what Cassandra’s been keeping to herself.