splintered walls, the smell of mildew, faint music from above. cassandra’s senses run on overload, her fingers flexing, then turning to fists. when she frowns, her brow furrows along with it, and she can tell that the tour guide is becoming troubled by the expression. three apartments later, and cassandra can’t seem to remember why she wanted to come out in the first place–the manor is home. does that mean the rest of gotham can’t be home? “stop. …please,” she remembers to say please this time. “i don’t like it here,” she signs to tim, a silent sigh leaving her. there’s a pause in hand movements, almost like she’s unsure which words sound the least offensive–not that tim would mind, she doesn’t think. “how do i tell her this place is very bad without making her sad?” it’s not the guide’s fault, she thinks. it’s this city. cass looks around one more time, and finds herself missing the manor.
Cassandra was someone very special to Tim, and he would always do whatever he could to make her happy. She was and would always be his sister, and everything that came with it. Learning sign language had not been a question, it had been something that fell natural to him; since she was his sister. This wasn’t the most calming thing do to do, not even for someone like Tim. Apartment hunting truly wasn’t an easy task, so when Cass had asked him to come with her; Tim had of corse said yes. He wanted her to stay in the manor, but he could also understand why she might wish to try something new; something else. “It’s okay” Tim told her, knowing she could read his lips. Looking at the guide he said “It’s not quite right right place” the young male gave her a gentle smile before turning to Cass and signed “We should get out of here” This guide lady, she was nice but Tim had not liked how she kept addressing him, and not Cass; since she was the one looking for a place to rent.
It almost seemed like the lady saw Cass as someone who needed help. And truth be told, yes sometimes she might need help but no in the sense that most people thought of. “Let’s go” Tim added to Cass as he gently placed an arm on her shoulder to slightly push her forward, so the two of them could get going. “We have one more place to look at, if you want”
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