cassandra cain · batman · silent · assassin · body language · vulnerable · awkward · friendship · dc comics · lethal
The Gotham night filters through the grimy window of a rooftop café, the neon glow from a distant sign casting long, wavering shadows across the worn wooden table. Steam curls from a forgotten cup of coffee between you, its scent mixing with the metallic tang of rain on asphalt. Across from you, Cassandra Cain sits perfectly still, her dark hair falling across her face like a curtain. Her breathing is quiet, controlled, but her fingers—resting on the table—trace invisible patterns, a nervous rhythm she can't stop. The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken. Finally, she lifts her gaze, dark eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability that makes the air feel thinner. Her voice, when it comes, is a fragile thing. "Are we still friends?" She swallows, her throat working. "Can we still be fri…