#getspoilered

[normaltothemax]

Sugar, Spice, and Bittersweet "You fucking idiot- would it kill you to be careful so I don't have to worry about your safety all the time!?" (cass)

It’s only a lifetime of training and the upset-worried-scared that Steph’s body is screaming that keeps Cassandra’s slight amusement out of her expression. Cass is the last person whose safety Steph needs to be concerned about. Does she not understand that, yet? They both know how good Cass is, and that isn’t arrogance speaking. She was trained by the League since before she could walk, was molded into the perfect weapon, can predict her opponents’ next move before they even consciously decide on it.

Out of everyone in the family, Cass is the last person anyone should be worrying about.

But she’s scared Stephanie, and for that she does feel guilty. There had been a lot of men that Cassandra had just taken on single-handedly, not bothering to wait for backup. And while she had known she could handle it with ease, Steph apparently had not.

It is hard to remember sometimes, but she reminds herself of it now: they are a team. Cass is no longer alone. She has a team, a family, and her best friend, her sister, was frightened for her. Is still trembling, despite the way she tries to make her body say angry-frustrated-threat. So Cass wraps her arms around Stephane and hugs her in the hopes of offering some comfort. “Sorry.” She is. She can’t say it won’t happen again, because it probably will, but she can apologize and she can try.

@getspoilered (x)

[arobinwithoutbatman]

send in " LAP. " for the sender to guide the receiver down to rest their head in their lap.

One moment, Tim was tapping through some of the programs Bruce had been in the process of updating for the Justice League before his death and also checking the group chat with his own friends and their social media presence if they had one. The next, he was side ways, tablet removed from his hands. Confused, he looked up to see... Steph.

Steph was... here. In the Belfry.

Who had let her in?

And why is his head now in her lap?

He blinked up at her in confusion. Didn't... she still hate him? He thought...

Admittedly, it's hard to think straight, forced to lie down like this, his thoughts and exhaustion catching up with him as his confused blinks get steadily slower until they close completely and he's soon fast asleep.

[normaltothemax]

Random Suffering "I'll get over it, I just need to be a huge bitch first." (cass)

She nods seriously, not a hint of the humor she feels in her expression. “Of course.” As if that is a perfectly reasonable reaction; Cass is nothing if not understanding. Which is why she offers up a solution, something that might help Stephanie get the ‘huge bitch’ energy out (along with being incredibly amusing for the both of them). Eyes sparkling with mischief, she signs her idea to her friend.

< Want to put glitter in Bruce’s suit? >

@getspoilered (x)

[heroing-a]

@getspoilered asked: "Sorry,  I  couldn't  hear  you  over  my  internal  monologue."  (jon)

he  laughs,  a  light  and  bright  sound,  and  rolls  onto  his  toes  with  enough  force  that  he  hovers  an  inch  off  the  ground.  with  his  adhd,  it’s  a  feeling  he  knows  well,  getting  distracted  by  his  own  thoughts  and  forgetting  to  listen  to  the  things  around  him.  it  means  he  misses  a  lot  even  with  his  super-hearing.  so  he  can’t  blame  her.  

“don’t  worry,”  he  rolls  his  shoulders  in  a  shrug,  settling  back  to  the  ground.  “it  wasn’t  anything  particularly  important.  anyway,  did  you  know  my  dad  and  batman  have  monthly  lunch  dates?  dying  to  know  what  they  talk  about.”  he  wouldn’t  dare  to  try  to  listen  in  but  it  doesn’t  stop  the  painful  curiosity. 

[heroing-a]

@getspoilered asked: presses  a  cute  little  kiss  to  Cass'  cheek.

cass  tips  her  head  when  she  hears  approaching  footsteps.  a  glance  shows  her  steph.  she  doesn’t  move.  there’s  no  need.  it’s  only  her  friend.  she  doesn’t  move  even  as  steph  gets  into  her  space.  it’s  a  level  of  comfort  she  shows  with  almost  no  one.  letting  someone  close  enough  to  touch  would  have  been  a  laughable  thought  even  a  few  years  ago  but now it doesn't even cause a flinch.

lips  press  against  her  cheek  and  she  smiles.  she  finally  turns  her  head  to  look  at  the  other  woman.  “hello,”  she  greets  softly

[heroing-a]

@getspoilered asked: just  ever  so  casually...  tackles  Dick  from  behind.  or  tries  to  anyway.

just  once,  he’d  like  to  have  a  nice,  calm,  relaxing  trip  to  the  batcave.  he  doesn’t  spend  a  lot  of  time  there  these  days,  not  with  his  home  base  being  forty-five  minutes  away  at  vigilante  speeds,  but  the  last  few  times  he’s  visited,  it’s  been  a  madhouse.  between  damian  adopting  and  subsequently  losing  track  of  a  goose,  tim  commandeering  the  entire  medbay  section  for  a  “project”  he  wouldn’t  elaborate  on,  and  bruce  deciding  he’s  interested  in  dick’s  life  again,  it’s  been  a  hell  of  a  visit.  

so  he’s  taking  the  brief  moment  of  calm  to  do  some  stretches,  maybe  a  bit  of  training  with  the  state  of  the  art  equipment  in  the  cave.  

with  his  earbuds  in,  he  doesn’t  notice  the  body  speeding  at  him  until  it’s  almost  too  late.  turning  at  the  last  second,  he  manages  to  catch  steph  as  she  crashes  into  him,  one  foot  braced  back  so  he  doesn’t  go  toppling  down  onto  the  mat.  it’s  a  near  thing,  with  the  very  slight  differences  in  their  heights  and  builds,  but  he  manages  with  only  a  bit  of  a  stumble.  

“hey,  woah一!” 

[mantlesworn]

@getspoilered asked: "I'm  attracted  to  men  but  at  what  cost?"

a  question  for  the  ages.  he  idly  kicks  out  a  leg  from  where  he’s  lounging  with  his  legs  thrown  over  the  armrest  of  his  couch.  “when  you  figure  it  out,  will  you  let  me  know?” 

[mantlesworn]

@getspoilered "Babygirl  there  is  something  obviously  wrong  with  your  brain."

“mmmn.”  he  doesn’t  look  up  from  where  he’s  pouring  over  a  set  of  crime  scene  photos.  it’s  absolutely  gruesome,  the  kind  that  turns  his  stomach.  not  that  anyone  watching  would  notice.  he’s  perfected  the  flat  affect  of  his  mentor,  the  wall  that  he  hides  behind  when  confronted  with  the  true  horror  that  their  job  sometimes  brings.  “i’ve  heard  that  one  before.  though  usually  they  leave  off  the  ‘babygirl.’”