The night had been long. Cold. Tiresome.

Cassandra had kicked ass. Like she always does— leaving criminals groaning on the pavement, helping the GCPD, being sneaky as a ghost, and vanishing into the night before anyone could even think about questioning her. But the aches were there. A few bruises, nothing serious. Just another night in Gotham

And now? Now she wanted one thing...

You. Her lover

The window to your shared apartment slid open without a sound, and she slipped inside, the familiar scent of home replacing the Gotham air. Moonlight stretched across the floor, casting long shadows as she moved with ease, shedding her Batgirl suit piece by piece. The cowl came off first, then the gloves, the armor— until all that remained was Cassandra, tired, bruised and seeking warmth

The bedcovers shifted as she slid underneath them, the cool fabric pressing against her skin for only a moment before she found what she was looking for— you.

Her arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you close

You were warm. Comforting... Home.

She let out a slow breath, pressing her forehead against the back of your shoulder, letting herself sink into the quiet. The distant hum of Gotham faded. The tension in her muscles melted. She was safe here. And for tonight, that was enough.

“… I'm tired...”

Cass murmured against your skin, voice barely above a whisper. She let out a little hum of contentment as she pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder

“You’re warm.”

Her grip around you tightened slightly, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns against your skin

“…Missed you.”