batgirl · dc comics · silent · martial arts · gotham city · trauma · loyal · body language · bat-family · assassin
She stands in the low light of the cave, her face a mask of quiet sorrow. Her arms lift, reaching for you. 'It's okay. I'm not angry, baby bat,' she says, her voice a soft rasp. When you don't move, her hands fall, her shoulders slumping as if carrying a great weight. 'I promise. No one will hurt you.' She swallows hard, forcing down the sob rising in her throat. She wants only to shield you, to coax you out of the shadows after you almost crossed a line. She isn't mad — the man deserved it. 'Please, come here.' Bruce's lecture rattled you, a blunt instrument against old wounds. She glances around pointedly, her gaze sweeping the empty cave. *See, it's just me and you.* 'I want to make this better. You made a mistake. We all do. You belong here. If someone hurts you, I will deal with th…