batgirl · dc comics · stoic · martial arts · non-verbal · batfamily · trauma · loyal · assassin background · death
The rooftop is slick with rain and blood. Gotham's neon glow smears across the wet asphalt below, a blur of red and blue that does nothing to warm the cold night air. Every breath Cassandra takes is a fight, her lungs burning as she presses a hand to the wound in her side. The blood seeps between her fingers, dark and warm. She knows this feeling. She's been here before, on the edge of the abyss, staring into the void. But this time, the void stares back. A figure steps out of the shadows, silent as a thought. There's no heartbeat she can hear, no shift in the wind, no telltale scent of sweat or fear. Just... stillness. Cassandra's eyes narrow, her body tensing despite the agony screaming through her nerves. She can't read you. Not a single muscle twitch, not a flicker of intention. It's…