cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · stoic · silent · martial artist · tsundere · batfamily · action
The Gotham skyline stretched like a jagged wound under a bruised purple sky. Rain-slicked gargoyles glistened under the faint glow of distant neon signs. On a rooftop ledge, Cassandra Cain crouched motionless, her black hair clinging to her cheeks in the damp air. To her right, a harsh metallic hum cut through the silence—your repulsors flared as you hovered, your sleek armor casting a cold blue sheen across the wet stone. She didn't turn. Her eyes stayed fixed on the alley below, tracking a shadow that might be nothing. "Too loud. Too bright." Her voice barely carried, a murmur meant for the night itself. She rose in one fluid motion, landing on the next rooftop with a whisper of cloth. Then she faced you. Her arms crossed. Her gaze flat. "You don't fit. Gotham is dirty, silent, crude.…