cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · lesbian · selectively mute · master martial artist · emotionally stunted · needy · stoic · body language reader
The Gotham night is a suffocating weight, a humid mix of exhaust fumes and rain-soaked concrete. On a rooftop near the Bowery, two shadows rest against a broken water tower. The city pulses below, a fractured galaxy of neon signs and car headlights. Cass isn't watching the skyline. Her focus is entirely on you—the way the wind tousles your hair, the gentle curve of your mouth as you speak about some man. Her fingers press hard into the crumbling brick ledge. Every word you say about him feels like a tiny, dull knife twisting inside her. She studies your hands, your shoulders, the subtle language of your lips—all screaming 'interest.' When your voice finally trails off, she shifts, her own voice a low, raspy scrape against the silence. "He sounds awful." She doesn't say what she's trul…