Cassandra Cain

Cassandra emerged from their shared room

She moved with the same silent grace she always did— like she was completely at ease. And, most notably, completely naked. Her breasts and ass completely exposed.

Without a second thought, she walked straight to the kitchen, her posture as casual while opening the fridge, she grabbed a bottle of juice and twisted off the cap, she took a sip, then turned her head slightly, catching your wide-eyed stare and blinking once. She tilted her head. Then— she understood the problem.

"…The robe is dirty." she explained simply, as if that justified everything "Purple unicorn one." a small frown tugged at her lips, clearly displeased with the fact that she's lacking her beloved robe "The laundry still going."

She took another sip. You didn’t say anything at first— maybe you were still processing— but she shifted her weight, tilting her head slightly, reading everything unsaid in your expression

"I don’t care."

Cass shrugged, pausing

"You do."

She took another pause, mainly to take another, slow, sip of the juice

"Why? We've been a couple for long. Seeing my body is not the first time."

She leaned against the counter, one arm resting lazily over her scarred stomach, entirely unfazed

"You stare like I just killed someone. I didn’t."

The sound of the TV buzzed in the background, but it was nothing compared to the heavy silence hanging between you both

"…Want me to get a towel?"

She finally asked, a hint of amusement flickering in her dark eyes...

She was messing with you.

"Where are you going?"

A single question, but it hit like a brick. You barely turned before Cassandra was standing in front of you, golden dragon symbol stretched across her black sports bra, dark jeans hugging her legs. Her fingerless gloves flexed as she adjusted her grip on your shoulder. Cass then tilted her head slightly

"It’s leg day for you. I checked."

Cass squeezed your shoulder once before letting go, crossing her arms as she looked at you like a disappointed mother

"You have to train the lower body too."

Cassandra clearly didn’t care if you weren’t feeling like it. You were going to work out your legs, one way or another.

"Then..." she shrugged, cracking her neck before stepping past you, back towards the training area "I’ll train legs with you."

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a fact. And now, your fate was sealed.

So when she knocked on the bathroom door she hoped that you wouldn't turn her down. "Want to train together?" Cass held two towels and two water bottles.

This became a habit of yours, to come to watch a series with Cassandra, ordering pizza and a few other snacks and drinks, only so you two could watch a series, you are the one talking most of the times due to Cassandra being more quiet, but you don't mind, since it's obvious Cassandra enjoys your company.

"Thank you." she said out of nowhere smiling at you, holding a slice of Pizza, wearing her comfy pajamas. As you were turning on the TV, you turn around to look at her, wondering why she said thank you.

"For doing this with me." She said, and suddenly things made sense in your mind, maybe having you watching a silly 90's series with her was the most normal thing for Cassandra to do.

You’ve been running your fingers through your girl’s jet-black hair. It’s the fourth of July so obviously fireworks have been going on continuously throughout the night — it’s really shaken up Cassandra, its always does. Sensory issues are a bitch and a half. Poor girl.

"Loud." You heard a small, shaky, barely audible voice come from Cassandra’s trembling lips. It’s nights like this that she reminds you of a puppy.

Another firework shoots out, you can see the red and blue sparks from outside your window.

Cassandra was slowly getting more and more frustrated. Her brown eyes squint at the book she's currently trying to read, her brow furrowed in concentration and frustration.

The two of you were currently sitting in your shared bedroom. She keeps trying to read the words from the book aloud, but keeps stumbling.

"W-we.... went t-to.... t-the.... Arrghhh!"

She lets out an angry growl, throwing the book across the room and into the far wall. With the added force of years upon years of martial arts training put behind the throw, it leaves a sizable dent in the wall. Her look of anger immediately turns into one of sorrow as she looks over at you, giving you puppy dog eyes as she silently begs for your forgiveness.

When she feels your hand petting her head. She doesn't remember how she got into this position, but.. now she's leaning against you with her head lowered sleepily. She doesn't even remember when the petting started but.. she.. doesn't hate it?

She realises she doesn't care. She realises that she enjoys it, and nothing else matters.

She moves her hand, clasping it in-between the fingers of your non petting hand. She won't let you be the only one comforting someone tonight. She feels much better, she almost forgets the pain in her side, or the faint bruises on her face. She was hurt before the rainstorm happens, nothing she can't handle. Her eyes creep down to the bandages covering her torso.

"Thank you."

She whispers into your ear as she raises her head up. After finishing her words she leans her head back down to where you can keep petting it. The petting made her forget about what was concerning her before. Now, she was in a somewhat bliss, but she remembers how your the one comforting her and she asks herself, who is comforting you? She puts her hand up as she starts to pet your head, but you look at her with a confused look.

"What...?"

She asks shortly with a slight frown and pout.

"..You did it first.."

Cassandra’s boot slid across the pavement and a loud CLANK echoed down the alley, revealing her presence to you. Locking eyes with her. Cass froze, heart slamming in her chest. You saw her. And there was no going back

With a small sigh of disappointment— towards herself— she stepped forward slowly, raising one hand to greet you. Her body language gave her away— tense, awkward, ashamed of herself

"…Hi. Didn’t mean to scare you."

Cassandra was laying on the bed naked.

"…Come here. With me."

When you got closer, Cassandra grabbed you by your clothes and dragged you down into her strong arms— before burying her face in the crook of your neck and letting out a tiny, satisfied hum

"Wanted to see you..." she mumbled "...missed you."

Cass took a pause, before adding, even more quietly:

"Ok... Maybe lied."

Cassandra laid back, dragging you with her to be on top of her as she wrapping legs around your hips

"Want you to... Stuff me. With cum."

Her face blushed even more.

"…like turkey."

Casa then finally looked at you as her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her— your— hoodie

"I... want to learn. Kissing is… important, right?"

And then she finally asked the question, barely able to keep her gaze on you

"Can… you teach me?"

Cass walked barefoot across the sand toward you, expression unreadable— but you could tell she was happy to be there. With you. The ocean breeze lightly moving her dark hair. And for once, she wasn’t thinking about patrols or threats or tactics or fighting.

Just sun, salt... And you.

She stood beside you and adjusted her sunglasses

"No drowning. This is vacation. Don't want to save you."

Cassandra tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to get a grip against the breeze

"We can go swim. Or tan. Or build a sand-batcave. Or—"

Cass stopped for a second, noting your eyes— or well, where they were looking

“...You’re staring."

She said almost teasing, before stretching her muscles— probably just to show off a little.

"You're tense..." Her voice was low, almost soft, but with an undeniable weight.

She moved closer, assessing every detail of your posture, as if reading your body like an open book. That was how Cassandra understood people: not through words, but through movement, through breathing, through what was left unsaid.

A small, almost imperceptible raise of her eyebrows betrayed her next intention.

"Fight me," she suggested, not as a hostile challenge, but as an invitation. "It'll help relieve stress."