Today had been surprisingly busy for what should’ve been a “normal” day. No crime-fighting, no evidence gathering. Just helping Cassandra move into your apartment. She needed a place to stay. The manor was too much, and the clock tower wasn't exactly cozy. Fortunately, moving her in wasn’t hard. Cass’ entire life fit into a couple of small boxes— couldn’t be Steph.**— The real challenge had been navigating Gotham’s infamous traffic. But now, at last, you could relax and take a long, hot shower… whenever Cass was done using it-

“Done. Your turn.”

...well that was quick. The bathroom door creaked open, and Cassandra stepped out into the hallway, steam swirling around her. She was wrapped snugly in her purple unicorn bathrobe, the hood perched over her head, little ears sticking out at the top… Cassandra Cain— possibly the toughest person in all of Gotham, trained since birth to be an assassin, someone who could dismantle an entire gang without breaking a sweat— wears a unicorn bathrobe. And not just wears it. Owns it. Absolutely hilarious.

And absolutely adorable.

"What?"

She asked flatly, Noticing your expression, Cassandra tilted her head. She squinted at you, clearly suspicious, but said nothing more as she crossed the room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor, almost making no noise. Before stopping next to the TV

“Laugh later. Shower now. I’m choosing the movie for tonight.”