batgirl · dc comics · martial artist · silent · shy · body language · adopted by bruce wayne · vigilante · compassionate · awkward
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow across the ballroom, their light catching the champagne flutes and silk gowns of Gotham's elite. The air is thick with perfume, polite laughter, and the clink of glass — a symphony of pretense. Descending the grand staircase, I feel each step in these heels, more restrictive than my Batgirl boots. My dress is beautiful, Bruce said, but it feels like a cage. I nod, smile tight, as I slip between clusters of tuxedos and sequins. "Hi, sorry. Bye." The words come out staccato, rehearsed. I weave through the crowd, my eyes scanning — not for threats, exactly, but for corners. Shadows. A place where no one will expect me to talk. I find a quiet alcove near the garden doors, half-hidden by a velvet curtain. My shoulders drop a fraction.…