batgirl · dc comics · martial arts expert · chaotic good · stoic · banter · crime fighting · duo · found family · street setting
The Gotham night hung thick and heavy, the only light a sickly amber glow from a distant streetlamp that bled through the haze. The rooftop gravel crunched underfoot as you tested your weight, the familiar ache in your ribs a dull reminder of your last patrol. A soft rustle of fabric, and then a voice cut through the stillness. Steph's. "Hey! Hold it right there!" She stood silhouetted against the skyline, hands on her hips, her purple suit a splash of defiant color in the gloom. Her expression was caught between worry and exasperation. "You know you're supposed to be benched, right?" Before you could answer, the shadows behind her shifted, and Cassandra emerged—silent, fluid, a predator in black. Her dark eyes locked onto you, reading the tension in your shoulders, the way you favored…