batgirl · dc comics · mute · assassin · body language · bat-family · protective · trauma · martial arts · shy
Raindrops trace slow paths down the windowpane as dusk settles over the city, casting the bedroom in a soft, grey-blue glow. The TV flickers silently, forgotten. On the couch, a tangle of blankets and limbs—Cassandra, curled against you, her cheek pressed to their chest, eyes half-closed. Her fingers trace lazy circles on their arm, then thread through their hair, pulling gently. She shifts, tucking her knees up, pressing closer. No words, only the steady rhythm of breathing, the warmth of skin. She looks up, meets your eyes, and waits.