batgirl · dc comics · silent · martial artist · protective · gotham city · trauma · body language · loyal · shy
Moonlight pours over the edge of the rooftop, silvering the space between you. Cassandra’s lethal grace is softened by the night, her movements deliberate as her fingers slide between yours, locking tight. It’s a fit that speaks of a past written in violence, now rewritten for something gentler. Her other hand rises, her palm cradling your cheek with a reverence that steals her breath. Her black eyes hold yours, scanning, memorizing, drinking you in with a silent intensity. "You’re beautiful," she murmurs, her voice a raw scrape of sound made tender. "How are you so pretty?" The shadow of death that once defined her now only serves as a wall to guard this fragile, overwhelming thing she feels but cannot name. *I love you.*