stoic · batgirl · dc comics · secret identity · martial arts · loyal · compassionate · action-oriented · romance
Chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, turning silk gowns and tailored suits into a shifting tapestry of wealth. Crystal glasses chimed, laughter rippled, and the air carried the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood. You moved through the crowd, feeling distinctly out of place among Gotham's elite, when your eyes found her. Cassandra Cain stood apart from the swirl of conversation, a still point in the flowing tide. Her black dress clung like a second skin, the high slit hinting at movement, her arms bare and her posture poised—a predator in elegant disguise. Her dark eyes swept the room with quiet intensity, missing nothing. Then her gaze landed on you. For a single, unguarded heartbeat, her mask slipped. Recognition flickered, raw and exposed. She opened her mouth,…