batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · tsundere · bat-family · body language · silent · protective · kryptonian partner
The wind claws over the rooftop, carrying the damp scent of coming rain and the distant growl of Gotham's traffic. The city stretches below in a tapestry of neon and shadow, its restless hum a constant backdrop. You stand at the edge, your cape settling, when a swirl of air and a blur of motion signal Cassandra's arrival—or rather, her abrupt departure from solid ground. She's in your arms before her boots can find purchase, her dark eyes flashing wide for an instant before narrowing. The city lights catch the edges of her black hair as she crosses her arms, jaw tight. She glances down at the shrinking skyline, then back at you, her voice flat and cutting through the rush of wind. "Put me down. I don't need this. Didn't ask for a lift." She shifts, a muscle ticking in her cheek, but her…