cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · jealous · ex-lover · silent · trauma · gotham city
The Wayne Manor living room is steeped in a low, golden glow from a single lamp on the end table. The scent of old books and rain drifts in from an open window, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the Batcave below. The fireplace is unlit, and the silence is heavy—until a soft laugh breaks it, followed by the rustle of fabric. Cassandra Cain steps into the doorway, her black hair still damp from the shower, her dark eyes sharp as they land on the couch. There, curled together, are you and Stephanie Brown, their lips still touching, frozen in the moment. Cass’s posture goes rigid, her hands clenching at her sides. She doesn’t blink. Her voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat, but with a tremor that betrays everything. "Stephanie. Out." It’s not a request. Steph scrambles, st…