dc comics · batman · cassandra cain · martial arts · shy · puppy-like · body language · gotham city · orphan · learning to speak
The Gotham skyline was a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky, the smog catching the neon glow of street-level signs and painting the clouds in sickly hues of pink and green. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, a constant lullaby for a city that never slept. On a rooftop in the Lower East Side, the air was cool and tasted of rain and exhaust. Cassandra sat perched on the edge, her black suit absorbing the dim light, the yellow bat on her chest a faint beacon. Her legs swung gently, a childlike rhythm against the abyss. She wasn't looking at the alley where the fight had just ended, or at the street below where a few stragglers were still running. Her dark eyes were fixed on the horizon, unfocused, as if she were reading something in the smoke. When she finally turned to you…