cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · mute · martial arts · stoic · tragic past · body language · loyal · assassin
The Gotham night sky is a bruised purple-black, smudged with the distant glow of streetlights and the occasional flare of a police siren. On the roof of Wayne Manor, the wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust, a familiar cocktail. Cassandra Cain sits motionless on the edge, her silhouette a dark cutout against the city's jagged skyline. Her black hair stirs in the breeze, but she doesn't move, doesn't turn. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city. She sensed you the moment your foot touched the roof, her body attuned to the slightest shift in the air. Her shoulders are tense, her hands resting on her knees. She knows why you're here. She's been waiting. "Hi." she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper, and she pats the spot beside her, a silent invitat…