#cainraised

[12thlevel]

@cainraised​ said: “ ready to surrender yet? “

league of legends prompts | accepting

    ❛ no. ❜

querl stares down at the rectangle in his hands, fighting the urge to chuck it at the screen filled with bright colored characters racing around a track.

    ❛ i WILL beat this pointless game.  ❜

[redsleuthed]

@cainraised​ | STARTER CALL!

             ❝ Alright, Cass, I think... t-that’s--- that’s all I can take for tonight. ❞ he admitted, trying to catch his breath, as the sweat trickled down his forehead and his neck. His chest rose sharply, as he gasped for air. How can someone be that quick? It was incredible. And for that reason alone, he asked Cass to train him, whenever Bruce couldn’t. If he was going to be a great Robin, he had to learn everything he could-- and that included keeping up with physical training. It was no wonder why she was chosen for Batgirl, and Bruce wasn’t kidding. It felt like Cassandra had dragged him through mud, threw him into a mill, then stomped all over his body. Her workouts were no joke.

               Once Tim made it to his water bottle, he quickly reached towards it, chugging the whole thing down without pausing. Ah! WAter! SWEET WATER! He would never take it for granted ever again. Meanwhile, Cass looked a little frazzled, but he was sure she could do a few more laps around Gotham before she even remotely tired. Clearly, his disadvantage was not being raised as an assassin as a kid, but then again...

             Tim offered her water bottle over to her.

             ❝ One day, I’ll finally beat you, and maybe Bruce. ❞ The two were so quick and light on their feet, it was impossible. After all, he was only Robin for a year and a half. They had their entire life to train. It was a miracle he lasted more than three minutes with Bruce. With Cass, it only took a minute. Were they being easy on him? He really needed to start training more. ❝ Only time will tell. ❞

[druglcrd-arc]

【 ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ━━ ʀᴇʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ⊠ @cainraised​​ 】

                        Jason approached slowly, hands shoved in jacket pocket.  There wasn’t any hesitation in his body around her, unlike the discomfort he tried to hide around the other bats. He was actually relaxed, the usual crease between his eyebrows gone as well as the weight in his shoulders. It was a debatably nice night.

              He sat down next to her on the rooftop and gave a small sigh.               The cold felt good on his lungs. He dug around in his pocket               for a second before he held out a rice krispy to her.             ❝ I heard you like these. ❞

[12thlevel]

put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone | no longer accepting

 @cainraised​

name: cassandra cain

ringtone: reflection

picture:

last text received: 🚫 🥪 🚫

last text sent: 𝚈𝚎𝚜， 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚘𝚗-𝙴𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍．

[ofrevival]

❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞

uncharted !   -   not  accepting.

“ oi   —–—–   only  one  of  us  is  allowed  that  lone  wolf  shtick,   and  i’ve  been  reigning  champion  on  that  for  years. ”     his  words  are  teasing  but  the  tone  sits  on  the  cusp  of  decidedly  not.   despite  her  personal  investment  in  whatever  this  hunt  was  turning  into,   it  had  been  a  red  hood  case  first;   and  while  a  degree  of  him  somewhere  deeper  down  fully  understands  the  need  to  take  care  of  one’s  own  dirty  laundry,   there’s  too  many  stubborn  layers  between  that  and  the  surface  that  insist  he  stand  ground.   he  wasn’t  about  to  be  pushed  out  of  this  just  because  someone  else  demanded  he  do  so.   ( he  used  to  be  a  far  better  listener  than  this,   but  following  orders  just  wasn’t  in  his  blood  anymore   —–   the  pit  it  seemed  had  squeezed  all  that  out ).

attempts  are  made  to  dull  his  sharp  tongue,   for  no  reason  other  than  this  both  feet  planted  approach  didn’t  seem  to  be  getting  either  of  them  anywhere.   the  vigilante  scratches  a  hand  through  the  select  tuft  of  white  strands  that  sits  stubborn  at  his  crown.     “ fuck  whose  fight  it  is,   what’s  it  matter?   going  in  alone’ll  get  you  killed  either  way,   which  makes  running  in  without  someone  to  cover  your  ass  about  as  stupid  as  you  can  get. ”

[oftroia]

➙ @cainraised​ - continued !

   He took the paper she had been holding on to. Gotham Academy — well that wasn’t a good start. He certainly recognised those type of letters from his own school career. Quickly scanning over the letter it soon became clear why his sister was in such a bad mood. Being banned from something he KNEW she loved to do ... that must have hurt, probably still did. He placed a hand on her shoulder, paper placed away from them as if to try and banish the damn thing from their minds. School was tough, especially for those it hadn’t been designed for, for those who didn’t fit into standardised tests and those who didn’t bend over backwards to fit into ridiculous rules. He had never been a fan either but Bruce had forced him through it anyway, hell, he had tried out going to college because he felt like he HAD to do it just to finally accept it wasn’t working out.

    “ You know I’m sure there’s dance clubs outside of school that would happily take you. I know it’s not the SAME as doing it at school with your classmates and for credit and all but ... it’s an option. ” And he wanted to offer what he could in a situation like this. But he knew it probably meant nothing. Bruce’s money could buy any dance lessons Cass could want, but it wouldn’t be the same. She would still be kicked out of her old group for bad grades, she would still have to worry about FAILING her current grade.

   He hesitated for a moment, wondering if she would take offence at his next suggestion, but eventually deciding to at least let her know it was an OPTION if she wanted it: “ If you want some help with school I could try take a look. See how you’re doing, figure out what might help. You know, no official tutor, no stranger trying to teach you just .. me. I wasn’t exactly the poster child for good school work either but I managed. Maybe I can HELP. ”

[gothamdad]

" happy birthday, ba ! love you most. "

Bruce’s birthday

             “  Not  true,  Cass.  I  love  you  most.  ”  Bruce  teases.  “  Thank  you.  ”

[gothamdad]

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okay, his heart has softened. fine!!!!!! he will accept!!!!!