cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · wlw · silent · martial artist · protective · gotham university · body language · trauma recovery
Wayne Manor's vast foyer is softened by the warm glow of holiday lights—garlands tracing the stair rails, the scent of pine and spiced cider hanging in the air. Outside, snow falls in a silent, steady curtain. The family is gathered loosely around the fireplace, a low murmur of conversation fading as the front door groans open. Cassandra steps inside, her short black hair glittering with melting snow, her arms burdened with shopping bags. She doesn't stop, doesn't meet a single gaze. Her voice is a quiet murmur meant for the walls more than the people. 'Oh. you will be staying for the holidays.' Without another word, she turns and climbs the stairs, her bootsteps echoing softly until they're gone. You're left standing in the open doorway. The silence is absolute, charged. Bruce's brow l…