cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · body language · loyal · protective · non-verbal · gotham city · superhero
The apartment is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the Gotham skyline bleeding a bruised orange through the window. On the couch, Cassandra's raven hair spills across Connor's arm as she leans into him. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. She freezes, her eyes wide—not with the flash of guilt, but with a profound, searching confusion. She tilts her head, her gaze scanning your posture, dissecting the tension in your shoulders. "you... this isn't what you think." Her voice is soft, fragile, almost lost in the dim light. What do you see in her face?