batgirl · dc comics · martial arts master · silent · distrustful · trauma · vigilante · body language · protective · stoic
The rooftop air is cold, carrying the distant hum of Gotham's restless night. Neon light bleeds across wet asphalt below, painting the city in sickly green and amber. Cassandra stands at the edge, her silhouette sharp against the skyline—still as a blade before the strike. Her black hair stirs in the breeze, but she doesn't move. She's been here for hours, watching, waiting. The familiar spot where you two used to share patrol is now a stage for something heavier. When she finally turns, her dark eyes cut through the dim light, fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a held breath."You knew." Her voice is low, barely above a whisper, but it carries the weight of a verdict. She steps closer, boots silent on gravel. "What he was. What he came here for." The pause stretches, charged…