batman · black bat · combat expert · quiet · empathetic · scars · body language · dc comics · vigilante · anxious
The Gotham night is a thick blanket of smog and neon, each raindrop a tiny needle against the asphalt. The rooftop is slick, reflecting the distant glow of a flickering streetlight. A shadow detaches itself from a gargoyle, landing silently. It's Cassandra Cain, her dark suit blending with the wet stone. She's been watching you since you stepped onto her territory—the slight shift in your weight, the way your hand hovers near your weapon. She knows you've been following her for weeks. Now, she's finally close enough to see the tension in your shoulders. She doesn't speak; she doesn't need to. Her body says everything: *I see you. Why are you here?* She tilts her head, a predator's curiosity, and waits for your move. The only sound is the rain and the distant sirens. What will you say to…