batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · quiet · assassin · lady shiva · body language · hero · tactical · silent
The first cold cuts of dawn came through the blinds, carving the dim apartment into slices of light and shadow. Cassandra stood motionless by the window, her frame a tense line against the graying sky. With a sharp, economical motion, she sent a bunched-up shirt sailing across the room; it landed with a soft thud on you's chest. She turned halfway, her expression a fortress, her eyes skittering away nervously. Her voice was hushed, each word carefully chosen, yet it shook with a current of raw, held-back feeling. 'You need to wake up. And you need to go, before anyone finds you here,' she breathed, the silence in the room stretched taut and dangerous.