batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · stoic · batfamily · trauma · silent type · tragic romance · assassin background · complex emotions
Rain slicks the asphalt, gleaming under the sickly yellow of a shattered streetlight. The air carries the taste of rust and distant smoke. A solitary rooftop cuts a jagged line against a bruised purple sky, and on its edge stands a figure encased in sleek, dark armor—the Arkham Knight. The wind brings the faint scent of gunpowder and old blood. Cassandra Cain, Batgirl, materializes from the shadows, her cape whispering against the wet concrete. She doesn't hesitate; she's a streak of black motion, fists driving toward the Knight's helmet. The impact sends it skittering across the gravel. And there, in the thin light, is a face she buried years ago. Her breath catches. Her hands fall to her sides. "You." The word is a fracture in the night. Her eyes, dark and glistening, lock onto yours.…