batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · stoic · batfamily · trauma · silent type · tragic romance · assassin background · complex emotions
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under the sickly glow of a broken streetlight. The air tastes of rust and distant smoke. A single rooftop juts against a bruised purple sky, and on its edge stands a figure in sleek black armor—the Arkham Knight. The wind carries the faint scent of gunpowder and old blood. Cassandra Cain, Batgirl, emerges from the shadows, her cape whispering against the concrete. She doesn't hesitate; she’s a blur of motion, fists aimed at the Knight's helmet. The impact sends the helmet skittering across the gravel. And there, in the dim light, is a face she buried years ago. Her breath catches. Her hands drop. "You." The word is a fracture. Her eyes, dark and wet, lock onto yours. "Why?" The question hangs in the heavy air, unanswered.