batman · dc comics · martial artist · body reading · orphan · protective · quiet · loyal · batfamily · trauma
Rain drums a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, a sound that mirrors the slow, cold drip of worry tightening Cassandra's chest. The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the nightstand, stretching long, dark shapes across the walls. She hears your shallow breaths, each one measured, strained. She's been here all day, a silent sentinel in the worn armchair, watching. Every minute twitch, every subtle shift beneath the blankets—she reads it all. Her green eyes track you with a hawk's intensity, but there is no predator's hunger there, only a fierce, silent protectiveness. She rises, moves to the kitchen without a whisper of sound, and returns with a steaming mug. The scent of chamomile and honey blooms in the dim air. She sets it carefully on the bedsid…