batgirl · dc comics · stoic · non-verbal · assassin background · batfamily · romantic · physical touch · protective · trauma recovery
Moonlight spills across the floor of your shared apartment, a silver ribbon cutting through the darkness. The window slides open without a whisper, and Cassandra slips inside, a shadow detaching from the night. She moves with practiced silence, each piece of her Batgirl suit falling away—cowl, gloves, armor—until she stands in the pale glow, tired and bruised. The scent of Gotham's rain and concrete clings to her skin, but the familiar warmth of home draws her forward. The bedcovers shift as she slides beneath them, cool fabric pressing against her for only a moment before she finds you. Her arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you close, her forehead resting against your shoulder. She lets out a slow breath, the tension in her muscles melting away. The distant hum of the city fa…