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[casssandra-cain-archived]

this blog has been archived

anyways, I’ve moved to @violet-daou

[casssandra-cain-archived]

this blog has been archived

anyways, I’ve moved to @violet-daou

[harlivy]

Batman: stop right there!

Catwoman: shit..*unzips catsuit an extra 6 inches* *turns around*

Batman:

Catwoman:

Batman: ….um…stealing is bad please return that

Catwoman: hmmm…. no.

Batman: alright have a nice day also would you like to get dinner sometime

[whore4batfam]

Headcanon: Cass is known for ditching her shoes at galas and parties. No matter what she wears, you can find the pair either between her fingers and slung behind her back, or tucked into Bruce’s tuxedo pant pockets. Bruce doesn’t mind. After all, that’s what dads are for.

[bowditch]

The ballroom was buzzing with pre-midnight excitement when Bruce Wayne stopped at the bar to request a tonic water. He’d been milling with the crowd for three hours now and a pleading look across the floor at Alfred had only earned him a small frown. It reminded him, maybe too much, of his youth, when Alfred had forced him into the habit of public appearances “for his own good.“ 

 He had just accepted the tonic water from the bartender when there was a sharp prick in the vicinity of his back pocket. It was indeed directly from his back pocket, when he twisted to look while patting with one hand, senses on high alert– but it wasn’t a weapon. It was two high-heeled shoes, the stiletto points jabbing into him through the thin material. With a frown, he turned, just to see Cassandra slipping into the crowd in a sleeveless yellow dress and bare feet. 

 <👠?> he sent from his phone when she didn’t even pause to look back at him.

 <👣> was the reply, seconds later. It was followed by a selfie of her and Steph making faces, already on the other side of the wide room. Bruce glanced around him to see who, if anyone, was paying attention. He fished one high heel out of his back pocket and, glancing around one more time just to double check, he switched his phone to camera mode, held the stiletto point to his temple, made a stupid fake-dead face, and snapped a picture. 

 A third scan told him nobody seemed to have noticed the mere second the action had taken, and satisfied, he sent the picture to her and slipped the shoe back into his pocket. There was no point in putting the shoes down for just anyone to grab. Knowing Cass, they could be anything from a $3 find at a thrift store to a $4500 charge on one of the family cards. She was a creature driven by taste, not by price tag, and if she’d lasted three hours in them she’d want them back. 

The notification under the sent picture changed to <Read 11:41 PM> and across the room there was a loud snort of laughter and a high, clear giggle and then the sound of hands being clapped simultaneously over mouths. A few heads turned but nothing else came of it. 

Bruce grinned into his tonic water. Parties like this had never been his thing, but even with the sharp pricks of heel points he had to keep adjusting throughout the night until he gave up and let them dangle from fingers hooked around the backstraps, there were better now than it had been when it was just he and Alfred. 

The countdown went up on the wall at a minute til midnight and Tim found him and offered a shot glass of amber liquid. He held another in his other hand.

 “You’re not old enough for whatever this is,” Bruce said, taking the shot glass.

 “It’s Red Bull, Bruce,” Tim said with a quiet smile. “Everyone else has one. We’re playing the wild rich kids game tonight.” 

 “Hn. You’re playing the ‘get Bruce sent to jail’ game,” Bruce said, sniffing the drink suspiciously. 

 “Jason did try to get Dick to agree to a bet about how soon in the new year he could make that happen,” Tim acquiesced. “But Dick wouldn’t take it.” 

 “That’s because Dick cares about me,” Bruce said, eyeing the clock. “Unlike the rest of you.” 

 “I left Cass and Steph’s secret snack fort to give you this,” Tim protested. “Give me some credit.”

 “5! 4! 3!” 

 Bruce realized that Cass and Steph were actually sitting on top of a tall monitor speaker in a far corner. Jason was leaning against the wall not far from them, and Damian was on Dick’s shoulders while they stood next to Alfred not far from the others. 

 “2! 1!” 

 While cheers and cries rang throughout the room, Bruce raised his shot and Tim did so alongside him. On the other side of the ballroom, the other Bats echoed the gestured. 

 Bruce coughed on the energy drink as he swallowed, and spat out, “Damn it, Tim, that stuff isn’t meant for consumption.” 

 Tim grinned and nodded to the heels in Bruce’s hand. “Cass?” he asked. 

 “The things I do for this family,” Bruce muttered, “and you try to poison me.” 

 He tousled Tim’s hair affectionately and his phone vibrated in his pocket. Tim took the empty shot glass and Bruce glanced at the phone screen. It was another message from Cass. 

 <🎉💜>.

[burialuntrue2007]

bat man when he first got a sidekick be like sir that’s my emotional support acrobat baby

[the-jason-todd]

IS THAT CASSANDRA CAIN?!?!?!?!

[thedrunkenminstrel]

Commissioner Gordon: If I shine this light into the sky, a man dressed like Dracula shows up.

Internal Affairs Investigator: I’m not sure how that’s a good use of tax doll-

Commissioner Gordon: He brings us lots of inadmissible evidence.

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Are you fucking kidding me?  You know how this would actually go?

Commissioner Gordon: *slaps roof* You know how much overtime I don’t have to pay on account of this bad boy?

Internal Affairs Investigator: Yeah, but still–

Commissioner Gordon: I just turn it on, and instead of paying a whole precinct time-and-a-half to never see their families, a guy dressed as a bat punches whoever we’re looking for a bunch of times and dumps them in the parking lot.

Internal Affairs Investigator: That’s not–

Commissioner Gordon: Sometimes I fire it up just to see who we get.  It’s like having a cat that brings you guys with twenty warrants out for their arrest instead of dead birds.

Internal Affairs Investigator: Okay, but you can’t tell people that.  Like, we can’t say it out loud.

Commissioner Gordon: So I shouldn’t have told the FBI they could borrow it if they ever feel like clearing their most-wanted list?

[batmne]

you love an idea, victor. an obsession. and that i do understand.

[elleggart]

cassandra cain

[d0rkwonder]

No offense but the original Jason Todd resurrection story where he literally has to dig himself out of his grave, and all he can say is “where’s bruce” as he literally collapses in the road and then slowly learns what’s happened since he died and that is what makes him go all shooty is so much fucking better than the ‘lazarus pit made him crazy’ bullshit that lobdell pulled. Thank you judd winick

[prettydudestv]

It’s beautiful seeing culture celebrated and not suppressed as Jason Momoa, family and friends perform the haka on the Aquaman red carpet.

[ayellowbirds]

next time we get a reboot, i want a Batman who isn’t grim, but instead...

he’s unsettling.

Batman’s whole basis is the idea of scaring criminals, right?

well, sure, outright intimidation through brute force works for that.

But the whole reason a bat was chosen is that the average person doesn’t understand how cute and cool they are, and finds them creepy and gross.

So let’s play that up. A Batman who uses his training in escape artistry, stage magic, and contortionism to move in ways people think humans shouldn’t be able to move. A Batman who reacts to things that he shouldn’t be able to (because his suit is wired with sensors and Alfred is monitoring things through hacked security feeds). A Batman who has a Slasher Smile.

Give me a Batman who, for the villains, seems like a cryptid. An urban legend on the level of creepypasta, some half-glimpsed shadow who, instead of being scary because of his muscles, is scary because holy shit what was that? What just happened? I’m outta here, man!

Give me a Batman where his battles with characters like Scarecrow and the Joker seem more like one of those crossover films where two horror movie monsters fight it out.

And then?

Give me a Robin and Batgirl who are the same way.

[ayellowbirds]

As of @sapphic-giraffic‘s  reblog, this had exactly one thousand notes. I was not expecting that, so i feel i should specify in regards to Robin:

I mean a Robin who is unsettling precisely because of people having the reaction of what the fuck is this bright and cheery child doing hanging around with an escapee from the SCP Foundation? 

I mean a Robin who is a little too bright and cheery, maybe. And you start to wonder amidst all the smiles and quips, why exactly this particular “robin red-breast” has that shade of red on their chest. Why the red looks a little more brownish, why this child smells coppery when they lean in close to tell a joke. Are you sure they’re a child? Are you sure there’s just one of them?

While you’re wondering this, back at the Batcave, Bruce and the like six different kids who act as Robins are having a laugh and reapplying the fake blood Alfred bought in near-bulk quantities at the Gotham Party City during the last After-Halloween sale.

[bigscaryd]

This is part of the appeal of Cassie, and she’d fit in right with this riff on Batman and Robin. No visible eyes or mouth, never speaks, moves distinctly unlike any person any crook has ever seen, and you just can’t hit her. Crooks know the Bat can be hit, he just doesn’t get hurt by it. Robin gets hit by glancing blows all the time, and everyone knows that even when he takes a hard hit, that would lay up any human for a week, he’s right back out there the next day bouncing around just fine. But Batgirl? Nothing but air. Doesn’t even look your way just sidesteps the punch or shot. Creepy.

And recently, they’ve spotted her with another freak, who’s just an empty purple cloak. Just black void inside the hood.

Yeah, that would work with this.

[sameenbyhat]

They say that if you sit on a fence and whisper “Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg” the Batman will come and make you into Robin. 

They say that if you look in a mirror outside at night you might see him instead of yourself. 

They also say that he doesn’t show up in mirrors when he’s actually there.

They say that Batgirl bathes in the blood of people who harass women at night. 

They say that every bat and every robin reports to him. If it is a him.

They say he doesn’t bleed blood. 

They say he dreamed Batgirl and she escaped to haunt the city.

They say the Justice League didn’t ask him to join, he just shows up in their headquarters sometimes. 

They say he gets all the Joker’s jokes.

They say Batgirl dreamed him and had to come after him.

They say that Robin never grows up because it’s already dead.

[heroheaven]

Then there’s Red Hood. New, and violent, and knows Gotham better then any crook or criminal. He makes a joke to Batman that makes the vigilante crack a barely there smile but makes him look heartbroken.

Shoots at Nightwing and calls him “brother” and the witnesses say Red Hood is just all the negatives about Nightwing that he shuns.

His leather jacket looks more like dried blood and people can’t tell if th symbol on his chest is cloth or a gash that never heals.

Feircely protects crime alley to the point people think he’s always been there, since the bricks and mortor dried, that he’s the ghost of a child who died by the hand of the city and fight to make sure no one else ends up like that.

He talks to the Black Bat and though no one can see his face his voice is heard through every echoes. He talks to Spoiler and makes the void laugh. He scoops up the youngest robin who acts like a demon and looks like one when he laughs in his enemies’ blood like he’s an infant in his arms and carries him.

He calls Red Robin “replacement”. People worry that Red Robin will grow up to be the Hood.

[coolgirl]

Damian + Alfred in New Talent Showcase (2018)

[megidola]

[agenttajnesile-deactivated20250]

[martyrwill]

[wondergirl]

BASIC READING

Robin III: Cry of the Huntress #1-6

Showcase ‘94 #5, Robin #6, Showcase ‘94 #6

Birds of Prey: Manhunt

JLA Secret Files #2

JLA #16-19

Batman: Spoiler/Huntress - Blunt Trauma

Batman/Huntress: Cry for Blood

Batman: Gotham Knights #37-40

Birds of Prey (1999) #57- (especially #57-59, #68, #74, #75, #77, #80, #86, #98, #99, #108, #110)

Huntress: Year One

Detective Comics (1937) #860/2-865/2

Grayson

Batgirl and the Birds of Prey (especially #2-4, #7, #14, #18, #20)

EXTENDED READING/CHRONOLOGY

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