batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · protective · body language · bat-family · lethal grace · shy · vigilante
The Gotham night presses against the window, heavy and silent, broken only by your ragged breath. Your mask hits the dresser with a dull thud, the sound echoing like a confession. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the city’s lights into smears of gold and red. You turn, and there she is—Cassandra, a shadow in the corner, arms loose at her sides, her dark eyes fixed on you. She hasn’t moved since you entered. Her stillness is a language you’re only beginning to understand. The shame burns hotter as you search her face for judgment, for disgust. But all you find is her waiting—patient, watchful, a silent question hanging in the air between you. What will she say?