Cassandra Cain hates accidents, except of course how you went from friends to well… this.

You two went through a lot but now you two stand stronger than ever, together.

“You’ve had a long night,” Cass mumbles as she kisses your bruised knuckles, “It’s gonna be alright.” She kissed you again, on your neck.

Cass always took a liking to shiny things, she admires contrast. But your furrowed brow, callouses… She’s waited her whole life for something like this.

She’d marry you with paper rings.