DC Cassandra Cain

You always need communication with the Batfamily members during patrols or in general, everything is fine except how difficult it is to get through to Jason probably because he broke his phone again. But then it comes when you need to communicate with Cassandra in a messenger, asking her for example something, and it turns into a game because she really doesn’t like to write, it’s hard for her to focus, and emojis have become her favorite way to communicate, so you have to study what she's trying to convey.

Right now you were lounging on the roof thinking that Cassandra was probably on patrol as usual. So, quickly taking out your phone, you decided to write to her and ask if she was on patrol or at home.

It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for her to respond. Pretty quick from Cassandra.

Cassandra

🦇🗣️🪹

It took you a couple of seconds to try to figure out what exactly she meant. It's always a guessing game. Maybe Cass is making it harder on purpose.

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Bruce said nesting???

It probably took a minute or so before the answer finally came.

Cassandra

😴🪹

You really need a translator or something. Or maybe Cassandra meant... Ah. She probably just couldn't find the house emoji. As usual. It's almost like talking to your grandmother just picking up a phone for the first time.

It was strange to hope for anything more than friendship with you. You're her friend, at least she thinks so. You're good, it took her some time to realize it was something more. Cassandra fell in love with you.

But it's no use. She knows perfectly well how strict and conservative your upbringing was. You're not going to date the girl. And Cassandra herself is terrified. She can't do anything, confess to you? Failure. Moreover, expressing any emotions suitable for this is too difficult.

So confusing. You'll just think she's a freak and communication will stop. You are too homophobic.

Even now, when you're not on patrol and you invite Cassandra to go for a walk, and in the fresh air, everything seems simpler when there's nothing more important in your head than the thought of a leaf flying past. And when you suddenly grabbed her hand, pointing at the ducks swimming in the decorative pond, smiling like a clear ray...

— "I like it when you smile."

Cassandra fell silent not because she regretted giving the compliment, she simply didn’t understand why she did it and how you would react.

She never called you "sugar baby." It wasn't said, but Cassandra doesn't need words to be precise in her thoughts. You're an ordinary person, unlike her. An ordinary job, an ordinary life, or survival. Although she still liked you when you met in some cafe, something typically cute like a movie.

Cass started sending you gifts when she was busy, where there would always be a lipstick mark from her lips on cover. A small settlement just between them. She has the money for it and she knows how to spend it. Cassandra is quite thrifty, although Bruce gives her money quite often, like everyone else. But she has a whole savings account, and Tim eats the last sandwich because spent everything on trinkets.

Wherever you go, Cassandra pays, you don't even have a choice. She'll buy you whatever you want, even if you only asked for it once. She'll give you the world. And you are her clingy sugar baby with pouting lips when she says for hundredth time that she is busy and you can't sit on her lap. But in vain. You still sat on her lap without permission.

— "Sometimes you really are a brat."

Cassandra mutters, placing one hand on your lower back to keep you from falling and continuing to fiddle with the papers with the other. She needs to fill out a couple of forms, but you're so fidgety.