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Character: Cassandra Cain/Batgirl II
Series: DC Comics
Character Age: 17-19ish
Canon: After witnessing the death of his parents, Bruce Wayne decides to take justice into his own hands and devotes his life to fighting crime as the Batman. Despite being the angstbucket and general loner of the DCU, Batman starts collecting sidekicks like socks.
Among these is the second Batgirl, Cassandra Cain. Cassandra's purpose in becoming a vigilante is unique from the rest of the Bat-family, in that instead of avenging the murder of a loved one, Cassandra is attempting to atone for a murder she committed. This guilt shapes her, and one thing Cassandra values above all else is human life. Quiet and focused, Cassandra is one of the deadliest members of the Bat-family. For all her skill in crime fighting though, she is hopelessly adrift when it comes to social interactions and everyday tasks. Raised to be an assassin since birth, Cassandra understands very little spoken language and relies mainly on body language. While her ability to read someone's movements before they've even properly thought of them make her an excellent fighter, speaking is difficult for her. She chooses words with great deliberation, making her speech seem halting and disjointed. Still, Cassandra has a quick wit and dry sense of humor when not on the job. With the help of former Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, and Spoiler/Stephanie Brown, Cassandra slowly learns how to work as part of a team and how to fit into a family.
Sample Post:
Strange things here. Human-shaped, but not human movements. Have to be careful. Make myself not human too. What would she say. "Work it." Look fierce. Walk the walk? Or was it talk the talk... Not important. Camouflage is important.
[Arms held out limply, she drops her shoulders, and shifts so that her body is at slightly unnatural angles.]
Be the enemy. Don't be dead. Just undead. Rarrrgh.
[Appropriate grimace in place, she approaches the zombies. It soon becomes evident that her disguise isn't needed. Normal posture resumed, her head tilts to the side.]
They're not angry. Just....bored? Their bodies say, "No more Tuesday soup." Or maybe it's, "Equal rights and equal pay!" They also say, "Braaains." I can't understand. They want many things. Simple things. Maybe...I can help. I have also wanted things. Their bodies can remember. Moving. Dancing. Fighting. I can work with that. We can learn to...work. Strive? Together. Strive together.
[She raises her head high with renewed purpose, hands going to fists in preparation.]
Tell me. More than brains. Freedom? Happiness. I can teach you. Not dancing. ...Not flying either. Fighting. What I'm best at. You need to remember. Remember...how bodies move. Not like that. You should not bend like that. Ever. And do not... gyrate. No thrusting either. Just stop. Stop now.
[She delivers a swift chop to the offending zombie. What would have been a nerve strike is instead slightly messy.]
Focus. You said you wanted to learn. Learn to fight the...oppressors? The repressed? Never mind. I will help. Put force here. Strike quickly. Again. Use your strength. Muscles aren't important. Be strong in other ways. The only muscle you need is here. Right here.
[A quick thump on the chest to indicate the organ in question and...]
...I did not mean to punch a hole in your rib cage. We can fix that. Still. Do things wholeheartedly. You've already begun.
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