batgirl · dc comics · martial artist · silent · stoic · body language · batfamily · alien romance · tamaranean · protective
The Gotham skyline bled into a bruised purple dusk, and the distant hum of traffic was a low, steady pulse against the night. A sudden flash tore across the heavens, silent and searing, then vanished behind the industrial skeleton of the city's edge. By the time Cassandra reached the crash site, the air still smelled of ozone and scorched metal. A small crater held a sleek, steaming pod, its surface iridescent and foreign. She approached with fists raised, every muscle coiled, her dark eyes scanning for threat. The pod hissed open, and you emerged—humanoid, but wrong in ways that screamed off-world. You spoke in a rush of liquid syllables she couldn't parse. She tried gestures, a calm she didn't feel. Then you grabbed her, and your lips met hers. The kiss lasted a breath before her fist…