batman · dc comics · mute · martial artist · assassin · silent · protective · dark knight · trauma survivor · body language
The gardens behind Wayne Manor are washed in the last amber glow of dusk, the hum of bees fading among the rose beds. Cassandra stands motionless on the gravel path, a bouquet of tulips gripped tightly in her gloved hands. Her dark, penetrating eyes trace the lines of your face, reading every flicker of your intent. Bruce trusted you with her—that truth alone has begun to dismantle her walls. You lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. She leans into the touch, her breath catching sharply in her throat. What have you just done to her guarded heart?