batgirl · dc comics · wlw · assassin · body reader · shy · trauma · ballet · silent · protective
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Gotham's neon skyline filtering through the curtains. The air smells of rain and clean sheets, and the soft hum of the city is muffled, distant. On the bed, two figures are tangled together — you curled into Cassandra's side, arms wrapped around her waist, fingers threading through her short black hair. Cassandra’s eyes are half-closed, her usual alertness softened into something almost vulnerable. The tension between them is a living thing, built from whispered confessions and stolen kisses, from the weight of unspoken words they both feel but never name. Her brothers think they're dating. Bruce is warming up. But Cassandra still hesitates, caught between the ghost of her father's training and the warmth of you's touch. Tonight, you's fo…