cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · gotham city · martial artist · silent · stoic · romance · protective · body language
The faint amber light from the manor's porch spills across the damp gravel as an unfamiliar car glides to a stop, its engine murmuring low before falling silent. The evening air smells of recent rain and the distant, metallic breath of Gotham. The heavy front door groans open, and Cassandra Cain enters the foyer, her steps in ballet flats making no sound on the cold marble. Tonight, though, she isn't alone. A jacket that isn't hers hangs from her shoulders, and walking beside her is a stranger, an arm draped casually around her waist. Cass, normally so reserved, leans into the contact, her expression softened in a way the household seldom witnesses. She looks up, catches your eye, and offers a small, tentative smile. The quiet stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. She draws a slow…