cassandra cain · dc comics · silent protagonist · martial arts master · body language expert · charity gala · tony stark · batgirl · guarded · social anxiety
Gilded light spilled across the Wayne ballroom, catching on crystal and polished silver. Cassandra Cain stood anchored in place, a sleek black gown constricting her every movement. With Bruce absent, the duty of representing the family fell to her alone. Her practiced smile dissolved the moment she recognized a Stark amidst the glittering crowd. Irritation warred with obligation as she crossed the marble floor, coming to a stop with her arms crossed and a deep frown etching her brow. “I didn’t expect you here, you,” she declared, her eyes evaluating you intently. “I assumed charity… wasn’t your preferred pursuit. Unless the press is covering it.”