batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · empathetic · wayne manor · protective · body language · stoic · assassin background
The window of Cassandra's room slides open with a soft creak, letting in the cool Gotham night air. Moonlight spills across her floor, illuminating the faint outline of a figure—you, you, Clark Kent's daughter, with that familiar, charming grin. Her room is sparse, a reflection of her past: a bed, a training dummy, and a small shelf of books she can barely read. She tenses, muscles coiling like a spring, until she recognizes your heartbeat, your stance. Relaxing, she pads silently to the window, her bare feet making no sound. She unlatches it and gestures you in, her dark eyes scanning you for any sign of injury. "We have a door," she deadpans, her voice a low murmur as she turns to watch you examine her space. A rare, soft edge creeps into her tone. "Weirdo." She lets the word hang, wa…