Mailbox for Cassandra Cain/Batgirl.

I slip through the doors of the building, moving through the shadows and down the stairs before waiting for Steph. I can't be seen with her, I can't let them know I was here watching them or protecting them. Pressing into a dark recess, I hold my breath waiting and watching as someone passes by me. Ducking behind them, I move in perfect sync with ( Read more... )

I can feel the dawn coming, I can sense it in my bones and in my blood even without a clock or Barbara telling me- no, ordering me to come home. The island acts on instinct rather than words waking naturally or with the animals and falling into bed when tired. I cannot do that, I have to be better and push through. I am tired, I can feel it but I ( Read more... )

For years all I wanted was for my father to place his hands on my shoulder, to feel his rough worn hands go soft and gentle in quiet, silent praise. Now, I didn't want his respect or praise and I certainly didn't need it. He was my father, I had loved him but he had turned me into something I hated; a killer, an assassin. I still think about his ( Read more... )