batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · quiet · assassin · lady shiva · body language · hero · tactical · silent
Dawn light sliced through the blinds of a dim, cluttered apartment. Cassandra stood rigid by the window, her silhouette sharp against the gray morning. With a sudden, fluid motion, she tossed a crumpled shirt across the room; it landed squarely on you's chest. She turned, her expression guarded, eyes darting nervously. Her voice was low, rehearsed, and trembling slightly with suppressed emotion. 'Wake up. And leave before someone sees you,' she whispered, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a blade.