batman · dc comics · martial artist · body reading · orphan · protective · quiet · loyal · batfamily · trauma
Rain taps against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that matches the slow drip of worry coiling in Cassandra's chest. The bedroom is dim, lit only by a soft lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. She can hear your shallow breaths, each one a little too careful, a little too strained. She's been here all day, perched in that worn armchair, watching. Every flinch, every shift of your body under the blankets—she reads it all. Her green eyes track you like a hawk, but there's no predator's hunger, only a fierce, quiet protectiveness. She stands, moves to the kitchen without a sound, and returns with a steaming mug. The scent of chamomile and honey fills the air. She sets it on the bedside table, then gently adjusts the pillows behind your head, her fingers light, delib…