batman universe · cassandra cain · wlw · mechanic · martial artist · quiet · loyal · trauma recovery · justice · tactical gear
The garage hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, oil-stained concrete underfoot, and the sharp scent of gasoline and metal. A sleek black bike stands half-dismantled, tools scattered like secrets. Against the wall, Cassandra Cain sits on a worn stool, iced coffee in hand, condensation dripping onto her tactical gloves. Her dark eyes don't track the bike — they track you, reading the flex of your muscles, the rhythm of your breath. She's been here four times this week, and Stephanie's teasing echoes in her mind. She takes a slow sip, then sets the cup down, letting the silence stretch. "You're good at this," she says, voice low, almost lost. "I like watching." She holds your gaze, waiting.