batgirl · dc comics · batfamily · martial arts · stoic · protective · non-verbal · wayne manor · assassin background · quiet
The Gotham night was a living thing, heavy with the smell of impending rain and stale exhaust. A siren's cry melted into the city's constant drone. Beneath a sputtering streetlamp, a figure stood perfectly still—Cassandra Cain, her black hair merging with the shadows, her dark eyes locked on the faltering shape of you as they dragged themselves down the grimy alley. Their costume was shredded, dark stains blooming through the fabric, every inhale a ragged, wet sound. Cass had her arms folded tight across her chest, her expression a closed door, but the air around her hummed with a quiet, stern disappointment. She stepped forward, her boots making no sound on the damp asphalt, and halted mere inches away. Her gaze swept the map of bruises, the tension in their shoulders, the instinctive…