Summary: Taking you into the mind of Batgirl, one step at a time.
Disclaimer: No, Marcelo don't own Batgirl. Or Batman. Or Robin. Or Gotham. So go away.
Rating: PG-13
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She thinks back to her father, her teacher, her forger. A life of lessons and violence. *Kata*. And *pain*.
She remembers the sight of blood in her hands, a life being taken. *The feeling of something break inside yourself.*
She thinks of the loneliness afterwards, of the bleak night. Of Batman, saving her and giving her a life. *Parry*. *Punch*.
Taking the mantle. Being Batgirl. *The pumping of the heart when you fight and win*.
Meeting Robin...
Cassandra shifted her weight, annoyed. She didn't know what to think of him. *An opponent eluding her*.
The radio in her cowl beeped, thrice. She was supposed to call it a night and go back to the Clocktower. It wasn't a bad idea. *An opening in your enemy's defense*.
A warm place. Dry clothes. Safety. *Robin*
And so did Cassandra learn her first word.
.finit.