. . . @noknives 🞂 [ prompted ] 🞂 piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
the night air was still and calm from the walls of wayne manor, a pleasant change of pace from the never ending chaos. cassandra sat perched on the awning of the balcony, overlooking the vast courtyard leading up to the foyer of the mansion. she didn't belong here. to this day it remained a mystery as to why bruce had adopted her. she didn't fit the trends of his family; the rest were boys, before and after her. they were all robins at some point - what was that saying? birds of a feather flock together? she certainly wasn't a bird. not to mention her rocky relationship with most of them. it didn't add up.
in all her introspection, — ( she started doing that a lot after joining the bats. ) — she must have let her guard down. cass gripped the edge of the tiling and clenched as hard as she could to support the weight of not only herself, but a child as well. perhaps if she were more concerned for her own survival, she would have gotten angry at damian for suddenly jumping on her. that was not the case. head turned to meet her brother's glare. the two stared in silence before he finally broke the silence.
" cassandra. you will aid me in my endeavor or live to regret it. " he said with a huff, demanding and all too formal.
she did not ask for context. cass wordlessly rose to her feet, eight year old latched onto her like a backpack. she reached back to scoop his legs up in her arms in order to properly support him — father didn't like it when she let him loosely hang from her neck. a nod towards the window behind them meant ‘ lead the way. ‘
maybe she was overthinking things earlier.







