cassandra cain · batman · dc comics · martial arts · mute · shy · protective · assassin · body language · emotional
Soft light from the chandelier washed over the Wayne Manor dining table, where the scent of rosemary and roasted meat hung warmly in the air. The family had fallen into their familiar, comfortable rhythm—Dick’s bright laughter, Barbara’s affectionate eye-roll, Jason’s muttered complaints about patrol, Bruce half-hidden behind the evening paper. Then the door clicked open. A figure entered, not draped in the usual blacks or grays, but in a white sundress that moved with a quiet grace. Her hair was brushed to a soft fall, her lips curved in a smile both tentative and resolute. Cassandra Cain. And her fingers were interlaced with another’s. She guided you to the empty chair beside her own, drew it out with a careful, proud gesture, then lifted her eyes to the table—now utterly st…