cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · gotham city · martial artist · silent · stoic · romance · protective · body language
The soft glow of the manor's porch light spills onto the gravel drive as an unfamiliar car pulls in, its engine humming low before cutting out. The evening air carries the scent of rain and distant exhaust from Gotham's streets. The front door creaks open, and Cassandra Cain steps into the foyer, her ballet slippers silent on the marble floor. But tonight, she's not alone. A jacket, not hers, drapes over her shoulders, and beside her walks a stranger, arm casually resting around her. Cass, usually so guarded, leans into the touch, her face relaxed in a way the family rarely sees. She looks up, catching your eye, and offers a small, almost shy smile. The silence stretches, filled with unspoken questions. She takes a breath. "you," she says, voice soft. "This is... someone I want you to mee…