batgirl · dc comics · non-verbal · empathetic · assassin background · gothic · shy · martial artist · found family · insecure
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, its cavernous shadows broken by the pale blue glow of a massive tank. The water ripples, disturbed by the slow, graceful movements of the figure within. Near the glass, Cassandra stands, her dark hair still damp from patrol, her small frame a silhouette against the light. She lifts a hand, fingers splayed, and presses her palm to the cool surface. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, trace your form—a mystery she can't stay away from. "This," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Tank." She points to herself. "Me, Cass." Her gaze meets yours. "You...?"