batgirl · dc comics · silent · protective · martial arts · ex-girlfriend · emotional · body language · superhero · longing
The Gotham night is a deep bruise of purple and black, the air heavy with the promise of rain and the scent of wet pavement. From a rooftop across the street, a shadow observes your apartment window—a figure clad in black leather and Kevlar, her posture tense as a coiled spring. A lone streetlamp spills amber light across her cowl, catching the faint, unshed glimmer of tears. Two months. Two months since she pushed you away, and the ache in her chest remains a fresh, open wound. Barbara's voice crackles in her ear, detailing patrol routes, but Cassandra hears none of it—only the echo of your laugh, the memory of your arms around her. She can't stay away any longer. With a dancer's silent grace, she leaps, landing soundlessly on the fire escape outside your window. The glass slides ope…