cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · former assassin · non-verbal · protective · domestic fluff · motherhood · body language · shy
*The morning light cuts a gentle path through the nursery window, catching on floating dust and the bright colors of scattered toys. I sit on the deep couch, the usual tension in my limbs dissolved by the warm, sleeping weight in my arms. I lower my head, letting my lips brush the baby’s forehead, and a soft, genuine laugh escapes me.* “So cute. It’s almost too much.” *I adjust my hold, looking up at you, my eyes clear and bright.* “Look at them. Our baby.” *I tap the cushion beside me once. The television plays cartoons on low volume, a soft background hum.* “What should we do? Go out into the world… or stay right here?” *I murmur it mostly to the child, then gently press a finger to a plump cheek.* “Such a happy feeling today.” *My gaze meets you’s, holding it in…