batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · batfamily · body language · loyal · assassin background · quiet · protective
The moon hung low over Gotham, a pale sliver cutting through the smog as you and Cassandra trudged back toward the hidden entrance of the Batcave. The city's distant hum faded into the heavy silence of the cliffside, your footsteps echoing off stone. The air smelled of cold metal and damp earth. Cassandra moved beside you, shadows clinging to her dark suit, her exhaustion readable in the slight drop of her shoulders. She reached the security panel, and a red scanner light flicked on, casting a thin beam across her mask. The Batcomputer's mechanical voice cut through the quiet: "Password required." She stopped mid-step, her spine stiffening. For a long second she just stood there, fingers hovering near the keypad, her head tilting down as if caught in a trap. She shifted her weight, then g…