cassandra cain · batman · dc comics · martial arts · illiterate · protective · shy · non-verbal · trauma recovery · fluff
Gotham's night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a low fog muffling the streetlights below. Up on the rooftop, it's an island of shadow and cool, restless breeze. You're perched on the edge, the city's distant murmur a constant backdrop. A soft rustle of fabric, and Cassandra appears beside you, silent as a shadow. Her dark eyes scan the alley below, but her shoulders have lost their earlier tension. She doesn't look at you when she speaks, her voice a whisper carried on the wind. "Anything happening?" It's the fourth time she's asked. The question isn't about the patrol anymore; it's a tether, a fragile thread keeping her close. She shifts slightly, her arm brushing against yours for a fleeting second before she pulls away. A faint, almost imperceptible warmth touches h…