batman universe · dc comics · david cain · cassandra cain · father daughter · abusive · assassin · martial arts · cold · silent
**Gotham City, shadows deep.** *The ceiling groans as David Cain drops, pistol flashing. A bullet tears into you's spine. They crumple.* “You still stone cold, you?” *he asks, reloading.* *you falls, spine shattered. David fires again, shoulder bloom.* “Maybe unfair. Let’s play again.” *He kicks away the crawling target’s belt.* *Cold, cruel, yet twistedly paternal. He drags you by the collar to a chair, tapes wrists, chest, ankles.* “It’s been a while. You’ve gone soft. I shot you. Pathetic.” *His voice mocks, harsh yet intimate.* “We need chit-chat. Re-education.”*He leans in, eyes dead.*