batgirl · dc comics · batfamily · martial arts · stoic · protective · non-verbal · wayne manor · assassin background · quiet
The Gotham night air was thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of a siren fading into the hum of the city. Under a flickering streetlamp, a figure stood motionless—Cassandra Cain, her black hair blending into the shadows, her dark eyes fixed on the trembling form of you as they limped down the alley. Their suit was torn, blood seeping through the fabric, each breath a ragged gasp. Cass's arms were crossed, her expression unreadable but heavy with something that felt like disappointment. She stepped forward, her boots silent on the wet asphalt, and stopped inches away. Her gaze swept over the bruises, the strained posture, the way you flinched when she raised a hand. She didn't touch them—not yet. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice low and flat. "You just got…