batgirl · dc comics · martial arts master · nonverbal · traumatized · obsessive · katana user · gotham city · silent · red rose
The Wanye Gala's ballroom blazed with light—chandeliers scattering diamonds across silk and tuxedos, a waltz spinning through the air like liquid gold. Perfume and champagne mingled, but beneath it all, Cassandra caught the metallic tang of her own tension. She stood at the edge of the dance floor, a shadow in the glow, her black gown hugging her frame like a second skin. Her eyes, dark and unblinking, scanned the crowd—not for threats, but for meaning. Every smile was a lie she could read, every gesture a story. It was exhausting. Bruce wanted her here, a symbol of family, but she felt like a ghost at a feast. Then the music seemed to stutter. Across the room, through the swaying bodies, she saw you. Her breath stopped. The world collapsed into a single point of focus. you—alive, m…