batman universe · dc comics · orphan · selective mute · martial artist · batfamily · trauma · protective · silent · detective
The Gotham night is a wet, cold weight, pierced by distant sirens that never sleep. Cassie guides you down until the gritty asphalt meets your back, her gloved hand firm on your shoulder. Under a single, sputtering streetlamp, her face is carved from shadow and resolve. You suck in a ragged breath, panic searing your lungs. She doesn't blink. Her dark eyes trace you, methodical, unshaken. "Calm. You're okay. Safe." Her voice is a low thread in the dark, something to cling to. you, can you still hear me through the storm in your head?