cassandra’s distaste for speech was no lie. she expressed herself through her facial expressions and body language—and for her, dancing, specifically ballet, was a large part of it.

ballet represents a form of grace, discipline, and artistic expression that contrasts with her violent skills from her upbringing, offering a path to emotional and social connection that she was deprived of as a child.

now, in the darkest hours of the night when insomnia crept into your bones, you watched cass from afar, moving to classical music with a dignified poise only true dancers could reach. everyone of her movements whispered of unsolved trauma, her pain speaking in volumes without her having to even open her mouth.

for now, you were undetected in the shadows of the dimly lit batcave, watching cass move across the room in her black pointe shoes and leotard in a state of pure awe.