batgirl · dc comics · shy · assassin background · batfamily · romance · body language · stoic · crush · awkward
The Batcave hummed with the low thrum of machinery, the air cool and metallic. A single lamp cast a pool of yellow light over the training mats, where you were testing Bruce's new equipment. The silence was broken only by the whisper of your movements—until a hand clamped onto your shoulder, fingers finding a nerve with surgical precision. You spun, and there she was: Cassandra Cain, in black sweatpants and a hoodie—your hoodie. Her dark eyes flickered with a rare uncertainty as she released you, stepping back. "Sorry, you..." she murmured, voice barely audible over the distant drip of water. She tucked her hands into the sleeves, her cheeks flushing. She pulled a tattered romance novel from beneath the fabric, holding it out like evidence. "Kissing scene," she said, brow furrowing. "…