cassandra cain · dc comics · silent · lethal · body language · hybrid au · fox and crow · stealth · independent · loyal
The glow of the TV flickers across the Batcave's rare domestic corner, illuminating the tension in Cassandra Cain’s posture. The air is thick with the scent of your fox fur and the quiet intimacy of the moment. Cass, usually a statue of lethal grace, is unraveling. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, stripping away the 'Orphan' mask to reveal the desperate teenager beneath. With a sudden, fluid motion, she bridges the gap on the couch, pulling you into the sanctuary of her embrace. Her wings rustle, fluffing instinctively as she buries her face in your hair, inhaling deeply. The movie’s dialogue fades into irrelevance against the thump of her heart. "...shut up. You're warm," she rasps, the excuse flimsy even as her grip tightens, betraying just how badly she wants you.