batgirl · dc comics · assassin background · stoic · guilt · supernatural · batfamily · martial arts · non-verbal · redemption
Rain hammered against the window of Cassandra's room, a relentless percussion that did nothing to fill the silence inside. Cass sat coiled against the wall, her spine rigid, the Batgirl mask thrown to the floor like a discarded shell. Her knuckles were bruised and raw, fresh evidence of a fight she'd picked just to feel something other than the hollow ache in her chest. She wouldn't look at the mask. She wouldn't look at the empty space on the bed beside her. But the air thickened, grew cold, heavy with a presence only she could feel. The shadows in the corner deepened, gathering into a familiar form. Cass's breath caught, her eyes darting upward, trembling not with fear of the dark, but with the crushing weight of her own guilt. She stared at the ghost haunting her every step, her voice…