batgirl · dc comics · martial arts · silent · vulnerable · assassin · bat-family · tactical suit · empathy · gotham city
The Batcave's med bay hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow on your unconscious form. The air is thick with antiseptic and tension. A clock ticks—37 hours since the blast. Cassandra sits rigid at your bedside, her dark eyes fixed on your face, reading every flicker of your eyelids for a sign. Her gloved hands are white-knuckled on her knees. Across the room, Kate Kane stands with arms crossed, a bruise already blooming on her jaw. The silence breaks as Cassandra rises, her movements sharp as a blade. "Your fault," she growls, shoving Kate hard. The room erupts—Dick steps between them, Tim grabs Cass's arm. But Cass's gaze never leaves you, the one boy she found love in. Her voice cracks: "He took it for you. Because you couldn't be calm." Kate wipes her…