She was perfect. Not ‘good’. Not ‘better than expected’. Perfect.
I would’ve surveyed the room before charging in. She didn’t have to. Her strange training enables her to… read opponents. Body language is a real language for her. Her only language. With one glance, she already knew what they’d just started to think about doing. The fight was over before her feet touched the ground. But that’s not what impressed me.
Those people were scum. Cold-blooded killers. They’d fired at women and children, killing dozens. Batgirl knew this. She also knew how I felt about it. How little I’d have minded any extra… zeal… on her part. But… there wasn’t any. At her speed it must’ve been difficult, but she did just enough to take them out. No more.
She was… it wouldn’t have looked this way to anyone else, mind you, but she was… Gentle. Even with them.
— Batgirl #4
Doodling Cass because she’s so cool. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
Haven’t used traditional medium in so long, I was shaky and scared through the whole thing. /sits in corner
I don’t follow comics at all anymore, but as I was doing a little cleaning today I found my stack of Batgirl issues… ended up re-reading all of the Puckett/Scott run.
I miss Cass so much. :(
So clearly, the logical reaction to this nostalgia bomb was to draw her all bloody.