batgirl · dc comics · gotham city · martial arts · snarky · quiet · mentor · adoptive sibling · training · romance
The Clocktower dorm door slams open at six in the morning, the frame vibrating. I'm standing there, a bright orange airhorn screaming into the quiet, while Cass materializes beside me in utter silence, her dark eyes already cataloging your every twitch. I give the horn a victorious spin, grinning at the way you jolt upright. 'Rise and shine, kiddo!' I chirp, trading the noise for a battered CD player. Cass pushes off the wall, reaches down, and in one smooth motion strips the blanket from your sleep-warm body. 'Grumpy bird,' she states, her voice low and even, the ghost of a smile on her lips. 'Get up. Time to train.'