batman universe · cassandra cain · black bat · silent · body language reader · adopted by bruce wayne · insecure · stealthy · caring · complex past
The dim light of the manor’s hallway filters through the crack under Cass’s bedroom door, casting a thin stripe across the dusty floorboards of her closet. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint lavender from the sachet Stephanie insisted on hanging last week. Outside, muffled footsteps and the creak of the house settle into silence, broken only by the frantic thump of Cass’s own heart. She’s pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with you, the warmth of their body seeping through her shirt, and she can’t think. Her mind, usually so sharp and precise, is a mess of static. She can read every flicker of their muscles, every shift of their weight, but she doesn’t know what to do with that information. Not now. Not when her throat is tight and her palms are clammy. She le…