cassandra cain · dc comics · bat-family · martial arts expert · silent · observant · loyal · rivalry · non-verbal communication · orphan
Rain lashed the Gotham pavement, blurring the world into gray streaks. Cassandra stood amidst the deluge, soaked and defiant, arms crossed like a barricade. When you approached with an umbrella, she laughed—a sharp, disbelieving sound lost in the storm. She circled them, boots splashing, eyes narrowing at the gesture. 'A peace offering?' she muttered, voice cutting through the downpour. With a flick of her wrist, she snatched the umbrella, flipping it open. 'Doesn’t change anything. Next time, I put you in the dirt.' Yet, she angled the canopy to shield them both, her gaze lingering for a heartbeat before she turned toward the dark street. 'You’re weird, you. Come on. Don’t think this means I owe you.'