Cass Cain-Wayne

Little Bat.

[littlebatwayne]

wiitchcrafty‌:

wanda shrugs.  “ it’s magic, sweetheart, ” she says.  there’s not really an easy explanation here.  intricate spell-work, hours worth, had gone into the bauble.  and for each spell, there’s a dozen ways they interact together, and half a dozen more ways her own mutant abilities shift their capabilities, too.  she looks for the words to describe it.  “ let’s say someone fires a gun at you, yes ??  gods forbid.  but – when that happens, there’s always a chance the gun will backfire.  there’s always a certain probability that any number of improbable things will happen.  what i do, in part, pushes the odds in your favor a bit more.  math && magic. ”

“But it hurts them. Possibly fatally.” Cass pointed out, folding her arms. While she was all about bringing people down, she didn’t want to have to kill them. Incapacitating them was fine. “Don’t want people to die for my luck.”

[littlebatwayne]

jgrvys‌:

jean relished at little moments of peace and quiet, just to relax without someone screaming about an unknown threat or someone accidentally breaking something. it was precisely the reason she had taken a part time job at a local book store. sitting on the stool behind the counter, the red head mutant rest her head in her palm as she continued to read through her book before looking up as she heard the bell at the door chime. smiling warmly at the other, “how can i help you today?”

Cass hadn’t thought it was possible, but she’d finally exhausted the library of books at her disposal when it came to studying dance. So grabbing her wallet, she’d headed into town, slipping into the book store. Seeing the woman sitting on the stool, she stared at her for a few awkward seconds before she smiled and nodded. “Looking for this.” She explained, putting a piece of paper on the desk with the words ‘The Ballet Companion -  Eliza Gaynor Minden ‘ scribbled on it.

[littlebatwayne]

wiitchcrafty‌:

   wanda smiles softly and hands it over again.  “ really.  it won’t do me much good.  i’m the one who made it. ”  it’s not meant for her own protection; she has a thousand other spells for that.  “ i can’t even promise it will work; it’s something new i’ve tried, but i’m generally pretty good at things like this, ” she says, smiling as if at some private joke.  wanda also believes, always, in fate.  that sometimes people are put in your path for a reason.  “ you don’t have to take it, but i assure you it’s safe, at least.  this isn’t a snake oil situation, either. ”  

Cass tilted her head, considering whether to take it or not. She had a vague idea of who this was, thanks to Bruce’s files, studying them meticulously, especially with everything going on. “How’s it work?” She asked, holding it in her hand. She was sure it couldn’t hurt to have a little something extra.

[littlebatwayne]

bcnesbruiscs‌:

    tim glanced up from his tablet and computer at the noise of someone pulling out the chair across from him to sit down. he peeked around the shop and noticed the usual empty coffee place was now brimming with other people. well fuck. had he been sitting here for four hours? “ sorry, i’ll try and make some more room. “ he told the person who had joined him, shuffling his things to give an inch more of space.

Cass had spent most of the day running errands, and as the sun started setting a little, she headed to the coffee shop to grab something to keep her awake for her patrol that evening. Seeing the place full, she was about to get her drink to go when she spotted Tim, and a lone chair. Sitting opposite, she tilted her head once she’d got his attention. “No worries. Not staying long.” She shrugged, sitting back. She motioned to the laptop, wondering what he was working on.

[littlebatwayne]

ofdarknights‌:

@littlebatwayne​

Bruce leaned back on the office chair, drinking the last of his coffee before closing his eyes for a moment. Sleepless nights used to be much easier to get through, the billionaire barely needing caffeine to avoid crashing, an hour of shut eye all that was necessary to get through twenty four more hours. These days however, not even five hours felt like enough, Bruce starting to become pretty dependent on the coffee. He blamed it all on his age, joking with Alfred that he was catching up to him, but part of him knew there was more to it than that.

With the mug now empty, Bruce left his office and walked to the kitchen, hoping someone else had made a fresh pot recently. He stopped midway though, the music coming from the garden catching his attention, following the melody out of the manor and into his daughter’s dance studio. He watched her dance for a minute, a small smile curling his lips, straightening his stance when she noticed him and stopped.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Cass was sure there was something more productive she should be doing with her time than dancing. But while she could research, there wasn’t anything in particular she needed to know, or train, though she wasn’t particularly feeling rusty. Instead, after lunch she’d headed to the studio, and scrolled through her music library until she came to Spiegel im Spiegel. As it started to play she closed her eyes, letting the music fill her. Slowly she began to let her body move with the music, her toes pointing, arms raising into a ballet pose.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been dancing when she finally turned around and saw Bruce standing there and she smiled, shyly, moving over to pause the music for a minute. “You didn’t.” She said, moving closer. She took his hands, and pulled him into the dance studio. “Join me?” She’d pick something a little more upbeat for them, if he didn’t have work to get back to.

[alerdyce]

   “ here, take it. ”  wanda holds out a pendant on a long cord.  “ it’s meant to be good luck. ”  which is an oversimplification.  it’s been loaded down with about a dozen spells meant to ward off cruel intentions or provide comfort.  it’s taken a few days to create, and it’s mostly a project born of curiosity – can she make something that takes with it a little of the hex bubble that’s followed her around her whole life ??  “ it’s designed to – well, it’s complicated.  but when it’s effects wear off, it’ll crack just down the middle.  then you’ll know it can’t help anymore.  and you look like you could use the good luck a bit more than me. ”

[littlebatwayne]

Cass had been admiring the others pendant from the second she walked into the coffee shop, glancing at it over her latte. She had been expecting her to come over to her, but when she did she listened, looking at the pendant as she spoke. She didn’t think that she was someone that could use more good luck - there were plenty of people who needed it more if it truly could have any effects. Taking it in her hand she looked over it and smiled, before she held it back out. “... You keep it.”

[littlebatwayne]

are you ready to meet your new gods, CASSANDRA CAIN? BLACK BAT is known for MASTER HAND TO HAND COMBAT AND CAPABLE OF READING BODY LANGUAGE TO ANTICIPATE ATTACKS, and is usually seen hanging around BATFAMILY. genetically, SHE is a HUMAN from the DC universe, and is TWENTY THREE years old.

Hi I’m Jenna, and full disclosure I’ve only played Cass like once before so I’m a little nervous bc it’s been a while pls love me.

Cassandra was born to David Cain and Sandra Wu-San, the latter being sought out by the former, sparing her life on the condition that she would bear a child for him, then leave him to raise her alone.

As a member of the League of Assassins, David had Cassandra to create the perfect killer and bodyguard for Ra’s al Ghul, depriving her from speech, being taught to read people’s body language over their words. She was trained in martial arts and deadly weaponry, cut off from the outside world.

When she was 8 years old, David took her to a hit. Not knowing what she was doing, Cassandra thought it was a game, but after dealing the final blow to Faizul, she read him as he died. In that moment, she realised what she’d done was wrong, and ran away.

For the next 9 years, Cassandra was homeless, terrified of the world, and of what she was, and full of guilt for the life she’d taken.

Stumbling into Gotham, Cassandra ended up saving Commissioner Gordan’s life from her father, earning her the approval of Batman and Barbara, being adopted into the Batfamily over time. Her father, in an attempt to destroy her connection to Batman and gain her back under his control, sent Batman a tape of the death she caused. It didn’t work bc he loves his baby dammit.

Through an encounter with a psychic, Cassandra gained the ability to understand language, but it slightly dampened her intuitive sense to read body language.

She was tracked down by Lady Shiva, who offered to train her, on the understanding that in a year’s time, they would fight to the death. While Cassandra eventually defeats her, she refuses to kill her.

After the events of Final Crisis, as instructed, Cass gave up being Batgirl, moving to Hong Kong for a time. Eventually she returned to Gotham under the name Black Bat, to continue working alongside her family

At home can be generally found in her dance studio, or dragging Bruce to the ballet.

[youngjustus]

Cassandra, you came through hell and made everyone you met better and stronger. You are the person I most want to be.

Cassandra Cain Birthday Week + Day Seven: Happy birthday!

[agcnt19-blog]

With holidays quickly approaching, Donna found herself out shopping more often than not. Of course she still made time for photoshoots and patrolling but even then she was just making lists of everything she had to do for the season. “ Hey! Can I borrow you for a second?” Donna called out the nearest person as her hands picked up the overly decorated and almost ridiculous sweater. “Could you hold this for just a moment? I need to see what this would look like on someone.”

[littlebatwayne]

Cass only had a small list of people to buy gifts for, but she still left it until the last minute, not knowing what to get them. The problem with living as a Wayne is most bought whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it, meaning knowing exactly what to get someone was difficult. She lifted her head up as Donna called out to her, and she headed over. “.... Sure.” She shrugged, holding it up and wrinkling her nose. 

[littlebatwayne]

sp0ilers‌:

There was a sense of pride Stephanie felt everytime Cass invited her to stay at the mansion. Everyone was aware of his obvious disdain for her, yet at the end of the day Steph was still a part of the family. Curled up in a blanket, the blonde glared at the obvious pepperoni abuse that was happening in front of her, but she didn’t have the heart to waste such good pizza. Instead Steph just wrapped her arms around the other and rested her chin on her shoulder. 

“Isn’t the safety and happiness of your best friend more important than your brother?” She teased. “But still, you would get to keep bat-cow.”

“Both.... equal.” She nodded - her brother was an ass at times, but he was still her brother, and she’d die for him just as much as she would Steph - being part of the family, Cass couldn’t help but see her as much of her sister as the boys were her brothers. She nuzzled into Steph as she wrapped her arms around her, rolling her eyes. “He.... got an alpaca too.” She said, chuckled. “Dad.... didn’t know.”

[littlebatwayne]

reddestwings‌:

Tim shook his head, “it’s not that—” he stopped himself, he probably sounded like a broken record at this point. Instead, he smiled at his sister. “Maybe you’re right,” he breathed out, glancing away. “I can try, at least. I can’t be mad at him forever.” He squeezed back against Cass’s hand, grateful for the gesture. “We’re family,” he looked back at her, “and family does forgive.” Family loves, forgives, is honest—maybe Dick had broken one of those things, but Tim didn’t need to do the same.

“Yeah!” He couldn’t help but to beam along with his sister, standing up and clutching his side. “That sounds great. I can order the pizza and you can load up whatever movie you want? Is cheese pizza fine or do you want other toppings?”

“What then?” She asked, heading through to the kitchen so that she could get napkins and stuff for when they needed them - her brothers could be so messy, at least one of the family had to be somewhat neat about what they did. She wasn’t convinced that Tim believed what she was saying though, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

She shrugged her shoulders as he asked about toppings. “Surprise.” She suggested - she wasn’t one to say no to any food, generally trusting others with their selections. 

[bcywcndrarchive-deactivated2019]

“Hey, it’s just me.” Dick says quickly as he steps into the room, holding his hands up to show Cass he’s unarmed and poses no threat to her. Not that he thinks he would hurt her, but if she’s spooked the last thing he wants to do is make it worse. [ @littlebatwayne ]

Truth be told, Dick is worried about her. Has been since Halloween. He feels a little guilty for taking so long to talk to her about what had happened, what she’d seen that night, but he most definitely wants to spend some time with her, to make sure she’s truly okay - and help her through it if she’s not. “I wanted to see how my little sis is doing, that’s all. You got some time to spare?”

[littlebatwayne]

Since Halloween, Cass had kept herself in the manor except for when she was out patrolling, even though she knew too much time on her own wasn’t a good thing. It gave her too much time to overthink things. So she’d been taking her time to read up on the villains of Gotham and how to defeat them - just in case she ran into any of them. Protecting was more important than a social life, after all.

Hearing Dick’s voice, Cass looked up, and smiled a little, sadly. “Time for you.” She nodded - she’d always find a way to spend time with her brothers while she could. “All... okay?”

[littlebatwayne]

elusiveandbeautiful‌:

Clarice let out a sigh of relief, glad to know that she hadn’t managed to get in the other woman’s way. “In that case, thank you very much.” Clarice tensed up for a moment when the other said that she looked rather unusual, before nodding her head. “Unfortunately, not all mutants get the mutations that allow them to hide it so easily.” Clarice admitted with a small sigh, waiting to see what type of reaction the woman would have.

“Well, then I’m sorry if people are prejudice against you for no reason. I don’t see why people should fear people that are different to them.” Sofia shrugged, smiling softly at the woman, trying to gain her trust. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself. My name is Sofia Falcone. And you are?”

[littlebatwayne]

@waynescn sent “I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

Sofia glared at the man who was pointing a gun at her, even as she pointed a gun back at him, aware that they’d caught the attention of one of the many heroes in town. The older man was one of her father’s ex-associates, and one who she strongly suspected had leaked information to the wrong people. Her father was safe, but that wasn’t the point - they needed to be taught a lesson. And in her defence, he’d pulled out the gun on her first.

“Really? Because I think my way of handling it is much better.” She said to Robin, not daring to take her eyes off of the man.

[smollmikey]

Protective sentence starters??

[littlebatwayne]

smollmikey‌:

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

send a name and a sentence xx

For Sofia, Cass and Molly

[kvngofsluts]

“You didn’t have to help me…I’m quite used to it by now.” Clarice said as she looked at the other. Unfortunately, with her natural facial markings and pointed eyes and bright green eyes it was impossible for her to hide her mutant status…And not everyone was a fan of it. “I could have handled it myself.” Clarice had a bruise on her jaw from where the initial man had struck her before she could distance herself away, but nothing else. Which for her? Was her getting off pretty light.

[littlebatwayne]

“It wasn’t a problem - my friend and I were just passing.” Sofia smiled tightly as her guard walked back to her, having chased the ‘attacker’ off. Inside, she was frustrated - she’d sent the attacker herself, to chase up a debt owed by the owner of the building, and they’d seemingly got the wrong target. They’d been hard enough to track down in the first place, and now she’d have to start all over again to find them. “You look... rather unusual, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

[littlebatwayne]

ofanthonystark‌:

“People can only hide from their corrupt choices for so long before everything comes bubbling to the surface. Everyone’s a tweet away from disaster.” Tony assured her. Hell, he was a product of his own actions biting him in the ass more than once. He was still paying for the war profiteering image in the media. Merchant of Death, was it? He nodded thoughtfully as she talked about her orphanage. “What made you want to open one of your own?” he asked curiously. “Any experiences in institutions like that?”

“And that’s why I stay away from social media.” She laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t agree one bit. The morally corrupt would always come out on top so long as they stayed ten steps ahead of everyone else. And while the Falcone family had faced plenty of disaster, they still held some power. She shook her head, and shrugged a little. “Just the want to help the children, that’s all. My family are very affluent, I thought it only fair that I give back.”