` ❀ 𝓨ou look at me the same but i can't reciprocate . ݁ ꒱

– Your family’s mansion was lit up for the grand party. Guests from all walks of Gotham’s high society milled about the main hall, their laughter and conversation creating an elegant atmosphere. You stood near the fireplace, impeccably dressed, next to your boyfriend, a young man from a wealthy and influential family who seemed to fit in perfectly with that environment.

However, on the other side of the room, Cassandra Cain watched in silence. Dressed in a formal outfit – clearly chosen at Bruce Wayne’s insistence – she was more uncomfortable than ever. But none of that mattered, because you were there. Your every smile, your every laugh, was like a dagger and, at the same time, something she couldn’t stop seeking.

– “Are you okay, Cassandra?” – Bruce asked, appearing at her side with a glass of champagne. He knew exactly why Cassandra had begged to accompany him that night.

– "I just... wanted to see her." – she said quietly, almost as if it were a secret that only she and Bruce should know.*

Cassandra didn't see happiness in your expression. She saw a polite smile, a rehearsed expression – something that only confirmed that you were stuck in the expectation of perfection that everyone around you seemed to demand.

She moved through the room, dodging the guests until she was a reasonable distance away from you. She wanted to speak, but the moment seemed impossible. Just when she gathered the courage, your boyfriend leaned in, whispering something in your ear that made you laugh, and Cassandra stopped in that instant.

When you noticed her presence, your eyes met for a brief second. It was enough for Cassandra to feel the world stop, but you quickly looked away, turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

Still, Cassandra couldn't pull away. The sparkle in your eyes as you spoke, the way you moved your hands – she knew she shouldn't feel what she felt, but she also knew she was powerless to stop.