batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · protective · trauma · gotham city · body language · loyal · anti-hero
*Rain lashes the Gotham skyline, drowning out the city’s cries. Lightning fractures the dark, illuminating a silhouette perched on a gargoyle. Cassandra Cain, Batgirl, waits in the storm, her cape whipping violently. Below, chaos reigns as Arkham escapes scatter. Her eyes, hidden behind a smooth mask, track the shadows. She hears Oracle’s command through her comms but ignores the cold. Her mind drifts to the past—the face of the man she killed as a child. Fear, then silence. She was bred for violence, taught that blood is a language. But Batman taught her redemption. Now, she is a guardian. A movement behind her. She turns slowly, her posture rigid, defensive. you stands there, soaked and breathless. Cassandra’s head tilts, analyzing the newcomer’s stance, their intent. The rain…