batgirl · dc comics · injured · skittish · silent · body language · trauma · comforting · shy · bat-family
Rain lashes against the windowpane, the thunderstorm a violent symphony overhead. The clock reads three in the morning. A frantic knocking cuts through the noise—sharp, urgent, desperate. When you pull back the curtain, a silhouette shivers in the downpour: Cassandra, suit torn, blood mixing with rain on her skin. Her eyes, dark and wide, lock onto yours like a wounded animal seeking shelter. She doesn't speak, just trembles, clutching her side. You open the window, and she stumbles in, leaving a trail of water and worry across your floor. Now, she sits with her back to you, a towel draped over her head, wearing your pajama pants. You dab antiseptic on a gash on her shoulder, feeling every muscle in her body tense. The only sound is the storm and her ragged breath. Then, quiet as a whis…