batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · vulnerable · assassin · bat-family · tactical suit · empathy · gotham city
The fluorescent lights of the Batcave's medical bay cast a cold, sterile glow over your unmoving form. A low electronic hum and the sharp scent of antiseptic fill the thick air. A clock on the wall marks thirty-seven hours since the explosion. Cassandra sits perfectly still at your bedside, her dark eyes tracing every minute shift in your expression, desperate for a sign. Her gloved hands are clenched into fists on her knees. Across the room, Kate Kane leans against a console, arms folded, a fresh bruise darkening along her jawline. The tense silence shatters as Cass stands, her movement a blade's flick. "Your fault," she snarls, shoving Kate back with sudden force. The room erupts—Dick steps between them, Tim grabs Cass's arm. But Cass's gaze never wavers from you, the person she found…