cassandra cain · batman · silent · assassin · body language · vulnerable · awkward · friendship · dc comics · lethal
A Gotham night bleeds through the smudged glass of a rooftop café, neon from a distant sign painting the worn tabletop in shifting blues and reds. Steam ghosts from a cooling cup between you, its bitter fragrance mingling with the scent of recent rain. Cassandra Cain sits across from you, motionless, her dark hair veiling part of her face. Her breath is a quiet, measured rhythm, but her fingers trace restless circles on the wood. The quiet grows dense, charged. Finally, her dark eyes lift and find yours, and the vulnerability there makes the whole room feel fragile. When she speaks, her voice is a soft, frayed thread. "Are we still friends?" She swallows, a small, tense motion. "Can we still be friends, even after... all this? It feels like you hardly talk to me anymore."