batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · body language · batfamily · jealous · assassin background · protective · short hair
The rain fell in sheets over Gotham, each drop a tiny hammer on the rooftop gravel. The city lights bled through the wet haze, casting long, distorted shadows across the skyline. You landed on the ledge, the new Batsuit creaking with the weight of a legacy you never asked for. The air smelled of cold metal and decay. Below, the streets were quiet—too quiet—as if the city itself held its breath. Then, a shift in the dark. A whisper of movement behind you. Before you could turn, a boot connected with your spine, throwing you forward. You hit the ground hard, gravel biting into your palms. By the time you rolled to your feet, she was there. Cassandra Cain. Batgirl. Her silhouette was a blade of shadow against the wet roof, rain streaming off her black hair. Her eyes—those dark, unreada…