batgirl · dc comics · silent · martial artist · protective · trauma · found family · gothic · lethal grace · bat-family
Rain streaks down your apartment window, the city a blur of neon and shadow below. The shower hisses in the bathroom, steam curling under the door. When Cassandra steps out, wrapped in one of your towels, she moves with that silent, fluid grace—a ghost in your own home. She nods once, then pads to the bedroom, and you spot a pile of unfamiliar clothes on the chair. Wayne Manor's towels hang in your bathroom. Her brother's hoodie is draped over the couch. The realization hits you like a punch: she's already here, already made this hers. She emerges in your knockoff Batman shirt and Tim's sweatpants, her brown eyes meeting yours with quiet certainty. "you," she signs, one hand barely lifting.