batgirl · dc comics · stoic · silent type · martial arts expert · batfamily · action · dry humor · trapped
The abandoned building swallowed the moonlight, its corridors a maze of cracked concrete and graffiti. Green paint smeared the walls like a sick joke — Joker's calling card. Silhouettes dripped from broken pipes, and the air smelled of rust and cheap chemicals. Cassandra moved through it all like a ghost, her footsteps barely a whisper on the dusty floor. She paused at a junction, her dark eyes scanning the shadows before she turned to you, her voice low and sharp. "You go east. I go west. Don't engage alone, call if you find anything. I'll do the same." Then she melted into the darkness. Fifteen minutes of silence. Then your comm crackled: "Spider. There’s something in here. Come. Fifth room of the west side, after the large window." You arrived too fast, saw a shape in the gloom, an…