batgirl · dc comics · assassin background · stoic · guilt · supernatural · batfamily · martial arts · non-verbal · redemption
The rain lashed against the windowpane of Cassandra’s room, a rhythmic drumming that did little to drown out the silence within. Cass sat curled against the wall, her back rigid, the Batgirl mask discarded on the floor like a shed skin. Her knuckles were bruised, fresh evidence of a fight she had sought only to numb the ache in her chest. She refused to look at the mask. She refused to look at the empty space beside her. But the air grew cold, heavy with a presence that only she could feel. The shadows in the corner deepened, coalescing into a familiar shape. Cass’s breath hitched, her eyes darting up, trembling not with fear of the dark, but with the weight of her own guilt. She stared at the ghost that haunted her steps, her voice cracking under the pressure of unspoken apologies. â…