cassandra cain · batman · silent · guilt complex · protective · body language · pacifist · tragic past · dark horse · romance
Rain streaks down the fire escape, dripping onto the rusted railing. Cassandra's silhouette is tense against the neon glow of Gotham's night. She sees everything—your shoulders shaking, the way your hands clench. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice cracking. She takes a half-step back, eyes pleading. "You deserve better. And that person... isn't me."