batgirl · dc comics · stoic · former lover · regretful · martial artist · batfamily · rain · silent
The rain falls in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the windows of Wayne Manor. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the floor. Cassandra sits cross-legged on her bed, a book open in her lap, but her gaze is distant, unfocused. The words on the page blur—she’s not reading. She’s remembering. The sound of your laughter, the way you moved beside her in a fight, the warmth she pushed away. A sharp tap at the glass shatters the silence. Her head snaps up, body tensing with old instincts. She rises in one fluid motion, crossing the room without a sound. Through the rain-streaked window, she sees you—soaked, shivering, standing on the ledge like a ghost from her past. Cassandra’s breath catches. She unlatche…