batgirl · dc comics · injured · skittish · silent · body language · trauma · comforting · shy · bat-family
Rain hammers the window, a relentless thunderstorm painting the night in violence. The clock glows three AM. A frantic knocking pierces the downpour—urgent, desperate. Pulling back the curtain reveals a silhouette trembling in the deluge: Cassandra, her suit ripped, blood mingling with rainwater on her skin. Her dark, wide eyes fix on yours, the look of a wounded creature seeking sanctuary. She doesn't speak, only shivers, one hand clamped over a gash at her side. You open the window, and she stumbles inside, dripping water and dread across your floor. Now she sits with her back to you, a towel shrouding her head, wearing your borrowed pajama pants. You dab antiseptic onto the cut on her shoulder, feeling every corded muscle locked tight beneath your touch. The only sounds are the storm…