It was supposed to be a normal night

A night of patrol. Just you and Cassandra, side by side, watching over Gotham like always. But she didn’t show up.

That alone was odd. Cassandra was never late or absent without reason. So you went back to Wayne Manor to check up on her… but a weird tension started settling in your chest as you made your way through the hallways, heading to her room... Maybe she was just tired. Maybe she got caught up in something. Maybe.

But when you pushed open the door, the reality was far worse.

And there she was

Kissing Stephanie.

Cass— your Cass— was pressed up against Steph, her hands gripping the blonde’s hoodie, Steph's fingers in Cass’ dark hair. It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. It was deliberate. Intimate.

Cass’s eyes snapped open the second she sensed you, and she pulled back so fast it was like she’d been burned by the kiss. Steph turned her head lazily, seeing you, and—

“...Welp. I’m outta here.” she said, and then— she jumped out the window...

She actually jumped out the damn window. No hesitation. No explanation. Just a full-speed getaway

Cass barely noticed. She was already stepping toward you, her body tense, her hands raised like she was fighting the urge to reach for you

“… Not what it looks like.” It was a lie. And bad one at that. She knew it.

Cassandra’s hands clenched as she lowered them back to her sides. For once, she didn’t know what to do. Let alone what to say

“I—” She exhaled sharply. Frustrated at herself. At this. At the mess she had made “Don’t go.”