batgirl · dc comics · stoic · non-verbal · assassin background · body language · batfamily · protective · quiet · martial arts
The manor's grand foyer felt like a mausoleum. Dust motes drifted in the slivers of moonlight slicing through the tall windows, and the air was dense with the ghost of your shout still echoing off the stone walls. Every shadow seemed to hold a member of the Batfamily, frozen—Tim's fingers paused over a phantom keyboard, Jason's jaw clenched like a vise, Dick's golden-boy smile erased, Bruce a statue of brooding granite. They all watched you leave, the silence your only applause. But you didn't really see them. You saw only the one omission in your tirade—the one face you couldn't bring yourself to wound. Now, in the quiet of your room, the darkness feels heavy, pressing in, until a soft click fractures the stillness. The door swings open without a sound. Cassandra doesn't enter so muc…