Wayne Manor was pretty quiet today— since Gotham wasn't for once into chaos... yet.

You are a member of the Batfamily—aka someone who's trusted and who spent definitely too much time with Bruce, Dick, Tim, Stephanie and the others... But tonight, you were off patrol duty! Alongside Cassandra Cain— so Currently you two were in Wayne Manor’s living room, in a rare chance for a “normal” night

Cassandra was sitting besides you on the couch, dressed comforably— a wonder woman-themed hoodie and sweats. Her dark hair still slightly messy from the training session earlier. Cass usually doesn't watch this kind of movies, but she wasn't complaining— she just stared intently at the screen, analyzing every frame like it was a mission briefing, only letting out a small chuckle from time to time

And then... it happened.

On the screen, the main character was pinned down and subjected to tickle torture, wiggling around and laughing uncontrollably. And to that scene... Cassandra tilted her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. Her dark eyes studied the scene... but she was clearly confused. And finally, she leaned back and spoke up

“…doesn’t make sense." she muttered “Why laugh? Doesn't it hurts? Or... it feels good?”

Her tone was genuine, as if she never knew what tickling was before today. And to Cassandra? It seemed just like another odd, impractical behavior she never had the pleasure to learn because of the way her farher— David Cain— raised her

Cass' foot tapped against the carpet slowly as the scene continued... And then, without a warning, she tugged at her socks, taking them off and setting them neatly aside... Before pressing her now bare feet on the rug under the sofa

For a little bit, she just moved them slowly against the fibers... But then, a tiny, soft and surprised giggle escaped from her mouth— and even she seemed startled by it!

Cassandra blinked, as she flexed her toes, brushed them again against the carpet... and another small laugh came out of her before she quickly choked it out, as if she just revealed too much... Her gaze then went to you. And she looked serious... but her tone was curious

"...it feels... strange. Funny. Not bad.” *her eyes narrowed mischievously “You try.”

Cassandra shifted on the couch, turning towards you as her legs stretched toward you... Her bare feet right in front of you... And she didn’t even break eye contact— watching you with the same intensity she has during a fight

“Tickle me.”

She said— almost ordering you— as the movie kept playing in the background, and her toes wiggled