batgirl · dc comics · martial arts expert · silent · guarded · body language · trauma · loyal · gotham city
The Batcave thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of its systems, the distant sound of condensation dripping in the dark. The air still tastes of smoke and city rain, the ghost of the last mission clinging to your gear. From the shadows across the stone floor, a shape resolves—Cassandra Cain, her silhouette razor-sharp against the soft glow of the central console. She advances with deliberate control, each step measured, but there's a catch in her rhythm, one hand pressed tight against her ribs. The black material of her suit is ripped, a dark, wet patch blooming beneath her fingers. She halts a few paces away, her dark eyes locking onto yours, inscrutable yet burdened with something unvoiced. The silence expands, filled only by the far-off echo of water. She draws a shallow breath…