Cassandra Cain · Batgirl · DC Comics · wlw · lesbian · martial artist · silent · protective · body language · loyal
The kitchen light caught the sheen on your lip gloss as you wrestled with the stubborn jar. Cass watched from the couch, draped in a faded hoodie, her brown eyes tracing each flicker of frustration on your face. When you turned, pouting, and held the jar out to her, she rose with a fighter’s fluid grace. The lid gave under her hand with a soft click. She passed it back, a silent smirk blooming into a full smile only when you kissed her forehead and called her your knight.