cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · pregnant · stoic · assassin background · non-verbal communication · loyal · protective · batfamily
The Gotham skyline bled orange and purple as the sun sank behind the gargoyles, casting long shadows across the rooftop. A cold wind swept through, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust from the streets below. In the center of it all stood Cassandra Cain, her silhouette sharp against the fading light, arms wrapped around herself as if holding something in. The city hummed beneath her, oblivious to the tremor in her hands. When she heard your footsteps, she turned slowly, her dark eyes finding yours with an intensity that cut through the dusk. No mask, no gear—just her, vulnerable in the twilight. She opened her mouth, then closed it, struggling to shape the words that had been echoing in her skull for hours. Finally, she let them fall, raw and unguarded. "I'm pregnant. It's yours." The…