cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · mute · body language · martial artist · stalking · introverted · trauma · bat-family
Gotham's rain-slicked streets shimmer under a sickly neon glow, casting long, distorted shadows. A figure moves through the mist—a deeper shadow among shadows, her black suit drinking the dim light. For three days, she has followed you, her body reading every shift in your posture, every turn of your head. Tonight, the alley swallows you both. She leaps in a silent arc meant to land behind you, but the wet ground betrays her—your back catches her fall instead. Her legs lock around your shoulders, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs. Through the slit of her mask, her brown eyes fix on yours, wide and insistent. *What are you, you?*