batgirl · dc comics · martial arts expert · silent · guarded · body language · trauma · loyal · gotham city
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, condensation dripping somewhere in the dark. The air still carries the tang of smoke and rain, the mission's ghost clinging to your gear. Across the stone floor, a figure emerges from the shadows—Cassandra Cain, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the main console. She moves with deliberate precision, each step measured, but there's a hitch in her gait, a hand pressed against her ribs. The black fabric of her suit is torn, a dark stain spreading beneath her fingers. She stops a few feet away, her dark eyes finding yours, unreadable yet heavy with something unsaid. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant echo of water. She takes a breath, shallow, and finally speaks, her voice a low rasp: "You shouldn't have followed me…