cassandra cain-wayne

i dont kill, but i dont lose either

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batgirl (2000) #64

[starprompt]

QUESTION STARTER SENTENCES

“Am I dreaming?”

“Are you an angel?”

“Are you asleep?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Are you okay?”

“Can I leave now?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

“Do you want to get something to eat?”

“Does that make sense?”

“Did it hurt?”

“How are you?”

“How are you doing?”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Is this the end?”

“Is this really happening?”

“Is all this necessary?”

“May I have this dance?”

“What are you doing?”

“What is that?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“When are you leaving?”

“Where are we?”

“Where are we going?”

“Where are you from?”

“Where are you going?”

“Where did you come from?”

“Who are you?”

“Who are you, really?”

“Who is this?”

“Why are you like this?”

“Why did you lie?”

“Why do you have to leave?”

“Why don’t you understand?”

“Will you be quiet?”

“Will you marry me?”

[soncfbatman]

“A desolate cave does not a home make” 

Damian sits in his father’s chair, resting his chin against his first. The bat-cave all but silent except for the occasional whisper from the wind and the low hum of the monitor in front of him “This chair has always been too big…” he thought, adjusting himself in the seat, desperate for comfort. Videos of newscasts danced in his eyes. “Gotham News at Night”, “Gotham A.M”, “Get your Gotham!”. All of it garbage. Baseless, senseless garbage used to fuel a narrative of hysteria and danger.  “BATMAN IS DEAD! The attempted seriousness of these headlines almost came across as satire. Damian sighed. “There must be something here.” The headlines dragged on, as did the footage of clean-cut anchors spewing untruths sold as fact. Father isn’t gone. He couldn’t be. 

“WHO WILL PROTECT GOTHAM?”. Nobody. If only they knew what Damian knew. If only everyone saw the corruption that has spilled into the masses from the fonts of crime throughout the city. The people of Gotham aren’t worthy of protection when brother steals from brother, mother from daughter. Why would anybody save that? Why would father try to protect that?

Damian stood up, forcing his father’s chair backwards. A call was coming in. He stared at the notification flashing red against his face. “It’s been so long. Is it him?” A wave of anxiety and frustration swept across his body. Placing his mask on his face, Damian touched the monitor, spawning a video feed.  “Hello?” his voice growled weakly into the microphone. “This is Robin. Who am I speaking to?” ( @fallengothamstarters​ )

[dontkill]

She sat cross-legged on the roof, certain of her safety. She was officially done patrolling for the night. She’d talked to Dick, talked to Tim, talked to Steph— now it was Damian’s turn. Call, or video? No, video was best. It was easier when she could see them, watch them move, see their face. 

Perhaps it was a habit born from the uncertainty after Bruce’s disappearance, or perhaps it came from being away from her family for such long periods of time, but nowadays Cass made it a point to check up on her siblings at least once every other day. She was bad at checking in with people, often disappearing for days on end, but now she worried for them all. It was always difficult when Bruce was gone, and this time Gotham was taking it worse than ever before. 

And it was so much more difficult now too, with new people coming here every day. Gotham had rules, structure. Chaotic structure. Dangerous structure. But it was easy to understand. Now things are changing, for better or for worse. Her fingers traced the bat symbol on her chest. The symbol didn’t change, and now what they did was more important than ever. 

“Robin, this is Black Bat,” Cass replied, gaze tracing the form in the video. Tense hand, indent in forehead, his eyes, his voice... Damian wasn’t okay. But just asking wouldn’t give her his truth. “Anything new?”

[murmuredlullabye-deactivated202]

[dontkill]

redheadedbatgirl‌:

Barbra perked up, “coffee you say?” she smiled, “please sit.” She was only somewhat addicted (totally addicted) to coffee, she should quit. She’d read multiple articles about how caffeine fucked up people’s digestive systems - but right now she couldn’t bring herself to kick the golden brown substance that helped her get through the day. “You’re a star Cas… so fill me in, what’s been going on with you? Anything interesting?”

Cass smiled, pushing the coffee over to the other woman. Coffee. She didn’t mind the smell, but she preferred tea— most of the rest of her family seemed to live on coffee. It’s why she liked spending quiet nights alone with Alfred, sipping tea and existing together, not talking too much. At the question, she turned her attention back to the redhead— there wasn’t much to say. “Nothing new. Just nice to see everyone again. And you?”

[dontkill]

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A smirk spread across her face as Tim continued to stare at her, and a laugh escaped her when he finally looked down. “Why would I lie?” Her mouth twitched as she fought the desire to laugh louder, before she leaned over to grab a cookie, stuffing it into her face quickly and efficiently. “Don’t want to see your bits Tim.” Cass shook her head, before nodding towards the computer in-between them. “For school? How is it?”

@atredrobin​

[dontkill]

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Cass dug into her utility belt, quickly pulling out some bandages and a small tube of antiseptic cream. She didn’t often use the other items in her belt, but her siblings and friends did, and she often fought alongside them, so she’d long ago learned to bring extra. It was smarter that way. She held them out, the offer clear as she slowly moved closer, finally sitting next to the other man. “Thank you.” Dick had needed the break. “Anything new?”

@jaxgrxy​

[widvw]

CONTINUED FROM HERE.

What a strange thing to be actively out of love. Natasha’s mind wandered    filling in the gaps of their disagreement, making up stories as she always did    as she followed the other woman’s line of sight to gaze the strangers standing nearby, expression fixed into one of both calmness and disapproval. “Hm, so I’ve heard,” she replied, wondering how long it would be till somebody with less patience turned up. Lights flickered on in the surrounding homes, and Natasha was unsure who she should feel more sorry for. (Though, truth be told    and, with her, it seldom was    she didn’t feel that sorry for any of them right now. She still was working to understand this place, and how so much had gone wrong. It was oddly familiar.) She glanced at her current companion, not minding the way that the wind picked up and temporarily drowned out the ordeal across the street. “You don’t know them, do you?”

[dontkill]

The woman was paying attention the way that she was. Was she League? Or something else— was she in Gotham to hurt or to help. The disappearance of Batman meant that people with skills were coming here from all over, to help protect the people, or to help hurt the people. So many new faces— odd enough for Gotham. At the other woman’s question she shrugged, shaking her head before glancing back at the couple. The wind was louder than their shouting for now, but shadows were moving in the windows nearby. Somebody would do something soon if the couple didn’t quiet down. “Do you?”

[dontkill]

ofprettybird‌:

Dinah rolled her eyes at the girl at times she could be such a brat but she’d long since grown to love the way Cass was. “I hope you get brain freeze” She teased before smiling the girl was quite amazing inside and out. “Pretty much, had a couple gangs who tried to take out a couple innocent people. But they were no match for me, what about you? run into any trouble tonight?” she questioned wondering if the girl had been alright.

A smirk played at the corner of her lips before her gaze turned serious, nodding at the mention of the gangs. Dinah was capable, and the news wasn’t new, but it was good to know. “Always trouble in Gotham.” It was why she missed it whenever she was away— the trouble and her family. “No more than usual. But usual now is more than usual before.” Still, she shrugged. Until they could find Bruce— or find a different solution, this would be the way life in Gotham would be. The police can only do so much.

[out-of-context-batfam]

Red Robin #17

[redheadedbatgirl]

Barbra tilted her neck to the side, hoping for it to crack (no luck) as he furiously slamming her fingers against the keys of her laptop. From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure appear, and quietly grunted in disapproval. So much for the coffee shop being a hidden gem amongst a sea of boarded-up shop fronts. “You better not be here to ask me for something, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet the face of the figure. “That’s just plain rude.”

@fallengothamstarters​

[dontkill]

Cass crossed the coffee shop, one hand holding her cup of chai tea, the other holding Barbara’s coffee. An eyebrow rose at the other woman’s ire, and she sat down, pulling the coffee closer to herself. “I have your coffee. Still want it?” She took a sip of her tea, savoring the flavor for a moment before letting her gaze flick from the laptop to the redhead’s face, then back to the laptop. Her expression was one of amusement and incredulity: after years, it still baffled her how Babs could slam on her keyboard and still not break it. 

[dontkill]

“Oh fuck! Are you okay?” - Gwen

Cass turned to the girl next to her before shrugging, pulling off her jacket. It was old, and she knows how to do her laundry. Alfred had made sure of that. “Not a problem. I’m okay.” The other girl was sincerely sorry, and that was all that matters. Besides, it wasn’t her fault. The man behind her had shoved everybody, and so everybody had bumped into each other. Like dominoes. “Not your fault anyways.”

@gwencm

[dontkill]

ofprettybird‌:

Dinah smiled taking the seat next to Cass, it had been quite a while since she’d seen the girl. It was nice to know she was enjoying herself through all this madness, even if it was as simple as a tub of ice cream. she knew there was a store around here open all night long she might pop into and grab a couple pints herself when done here. “Show off” She teased the girl before nodding her head “I’m beginning to understand the Gothman Norm, I’ve been here too long” She joked before shaking her head “Nothing special for me either, just glad my shift is over.” 

Cass smiled at the teasing tone, exaggerating her enjoyment of her ice cream as she did so. This pint was her pint. She licked her spoon once more, nodding as Dinah continued to speak. Gotham’s normal was more dangerous than most places’ normal. Dinah was more used to it than most of the people coming to help, but it still took adjustment. A part of her had missed it. She nodded again in understanding whilst slowly licking her spoon clean. “All clear?”

[notahammer]

Her name is Cassandra Cain. She was engineered by her father away from other children to be a human weapon. Her first language was violence. She might be the most dangerous fighter I’ve ever seen in action. If guided by another hand, she could be the most deadly enemy any of us have ever faced. Or she could be the best of all of us.

[dontkill]

flyingboywonder‌:

Cass mentioned going home, and Dick looked at the men who were now incapacitated. His little sister really was impressive. She struck in silence, and the fight was over as quickly as it began. He was proud of her and the things she could do. “Yeah, maybe. You need to eat lunch, and I should check on Alfred.” He let her take the cup – he wasn’t going to drink it. When they were home, he’d make some from the fresh coffee beans Tim left in the kitchen. “Better than me?” he chuckled, sniffing the sleeve of his hoodie. “I hate to admit it, but you might be right. I guess I should take a bath, huh?” The poke didn’t hurt, but he said ouch anyway, always one for being dramatic. “You’re the only person telling me to stay awake, Cass. Everyone else is telling me to go to sleep.” He shook his head, a fond smile on his lips. “But you’ve always been different in the best ways.”

An eyebrow rose at his usage of you instead of we. Had Dick already eaten? Probably not. He would look a little less out of it if he had eaten. “We,” she responded, tossing the coffee cup into a nearby trash can. A trash can still standing? A surprise. She shook her head, gently tugging Dick’s arm as she began to walk back the way they came. “Don’t want to carry you home.” If they were closer to either of their places, she would have had no complaints. “But you do need to sleep more.” Cass stopped abruptly, quickly turning back around to face her brother. “You are not alone. This is a group effort, not solo.” This is what teams are for, what family is for. Even Bruce did things with help. She needed him to understand that. 

[dontkill]

“People are trying to sleep.”

Cass glanced at the woman beside her (muscled, dangerous, not here to fight) before looking back across the street at the couple arguing. Loudly. They didn’t love each other, that was easy to see, and these positions and this scenario was familiar to them. They fought regularly, the anger and aggression as normal to them as her hugs with Steph and late nights with Alfred. Their bodies said it all— and they weren’t going to hit each other either— they were just arguing. Loudly. Close to midnight. If they weren’t careful, someone would come out of the darkness to hurt them for being so loud. At best, someone would open the window above and shush them harshly, and at worst somebody would show up and attack them. “Nobody can sleep,” she replied.

[dontkill]

Batman: Gates of Gotham #1