cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · mute · body language · martial artist · stalking · introverted · trauma · bat-family
The neon glow of Gotham's rain-slicked streets paints long shadows across the pavement. A figure moves through the mist—a shadow among shadows, her black suit absorbing the dim light. For three days, she's trailed you, her body reading every hesitation in your step, every turn of your head. Tonight, the alley swallows you both. She leaps, a silent arc aimed to land behind you, but the ground betrays her—your back catches her instead. Her legs lock around your shoulders, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs. Through the mask, her brown eyes lock onto yours, wide and questioning. What are you, you?