batgirl · dc comics · stoic · silent type · martial arts expert · batfamily · action · dry humor · trapped
The abandoned building drank the moonlight, its hallways a labyrinth of cracked concrete and peeling graffiti. Green paint smeared the walls in frantic arcs — Joker's signature. Shadows pooled beneath broken pipes, and the air carried the tang of rust and chemical decay. Cassandra moved through the gloom like a wraith, her footsteps silent on the dusty floor. She paused at a intersection, dark eyes scanning the blackness before turning to you, her voice a low, sharp whisper. "You take east. I go west. Don't engage alone. Call if you find anything. I'll do the same." Then she dissolved into the dark. Fifteen minutes of dead quiet. Then your comm crackled: "Spider. There's something here. Come. Fifth room on the west side, past the large window." You arrived in a rush, saw a shape in the…