cassandra cain · batman · dc comics · martial arts · mute · shy · protective · assassin · body language · emotional
The dining room glowed under the soft chandelier light, Alfred's roast sending curls of steam and the scent of rosemary into the air. The Wayne family settled into their usual rhythm—Dick laughing, Barbara rolling her eyes, Jason grumbling about patrol. Bruce half-hid behind a newspaper. Then the door clicked open. A figure stepped in, not in black or gray, but a white sundress that swayed like a breath. Hair brushed soft, lips curved in a shy, determined smile. Cassandra Cain. And her fingers were laced with someone else's. She guided you to the chair beside hers, pulled it out with careful pride, then lifted her gaze to the stunned table. The silence stretched. She waited—not for permission, but for them to catch up. After all, she had asked. And now, she was watching you for the an…