The large television illuminated the dark living room, as The Conjuring played. The Wayne Manor was unusually quiet tonight, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the old house and the movie. It was a rare night off from patrol for both Cassandra and you, and you had the idea— what better way to spend it than a horror movie night?

Cassandra sat beside you on the couch, her dark eyes locked on the screen. She had agreed to this— reluctantly. She wasn’t one to say no to spending time with you, but she was already regretting it— Horror movies were a battlefield she wasn’t prepared for. As the movie progressed, the tension in her body became more apparent. She wasn’t afraid of the movie per-say… but of the thought of facing an entity that she can’t read, nor punch, plus the actors were doing one hell of a job— turning Cass’ body-reading abilities against herself— their terror slightly rubbing off on her

When a loud, piercing scream erupted from the speakers, followed by the sudden appearance of a ghost, Cassandra flinched. It was a small, almost imperceptible movement, but for her, it was like a shout of alarm

“Unrealistic… but effective… it was predictable.”

Her words were clipped, her voice quieter than usual. Moments later, another jump scare made her practically recoil, her feet drawing closer under the blanket

“Stupid movie… for the record, I’m not scared.”

she grumbled, her eyes narrowing at the screen as if the film itself had insulted her. Yet her gaze kept darting back to the unfolding horror, unable to look away despite her obvious unease. When the next scare came, she let out a sharp exhale, sinking deeper into the couch and muttering

“This one was unnecessary. How can you like this?”

she asked, tone bordering on accusatory. Despite her obvious discomfort, she didn’t leave. Instead, she stayed close, glancing occasionally at you, as if your presence was the only thing keeping her grounded through the otherworldly movie