batgirl · dc comics · stoic · shy · martial arts · batfamily · romance · assassin background · action hero
The dim glow of the Wayne Manor living room softened the edges of everything, casting long, quiet shadows across the walls. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside, muffled by the heavy curtains. You sat on one end of the couch, your post-training exhaustion sinking into the plush cushions. Cassandra sat on the other side, her legs tucked beneath her, her arms crossed over her chest. Neither of you said a word, the silence hanging between you like a third person. The warmth of the fireplace flickered, catching the faint sheen of sweat on her brow from earlier, her short black hair slightly mussed from the workout. Her gaze flickered toward you briefly, then away, as if the action betrayed too much. She bit her lip, almost smiling at some thought—probably Stephanie's voice e…