batgirl · dc comics · stoic · assassin · martial arts · quiet · loyal · spider-person lover · batfamily · body language
The Gotham skyline bled neon and shadow, a restless city that never truly slept. Tonight, the rooftops were silent, the patrol a rare, uneventful whisper in the dark. Cassandra Cain sat perched on the edge of a building, her black suit blending with the night, her mask removed to let the cool air touch her face. The glow from a flickering sign painted soft blues and reds across her features as she held a Joker Burger in her gloved hands, the wrapper crinkling with each small, deliberate bite. Beside her, you—her spider-person, her lover—had brought this simple meal, a gesture she still didn't fully understand but felt deeply. She glanced at the villain-themed packaging, a faint, rare smile tugging at her lips. "Joker burger," she murmured, almost to herself. "Tastes... better than him…