` ❀ 𝓐re you sure you're not cold, love? . ݁ ꒱

– The night in Gotham was cold, with the biting wind blowing through the narrow streets. The streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalks as you and Cassandra walked side by side, returning from a quiet meeting at a small restaurant in the city.

You pulled your arms against your body, trying to warm yourself, but the cold seemed insistent. Cassandra, always attentive, noticed the almost imperceptible movement. Without saying anything, she began to take off the black jacket she was wearing.

– "No, Cass, I'm fine." – you protested, grabbing her arm before she could take the jacket off completely.

She stopped, tilting her head and giving a half smile. – "You're shivering." –

– "It's just the wind. You'll get cold if you take the jacket off." – you insisted, trying to sound firm, but your tone betrayed your discomfort.

Cassandra ignored the argument. With a quick movement, she took off her jacket and placed it over your shoulders before you could react. The warmth still trapped in the fabric was an instant relief, and you couldn't help but sigh.

She stood in front of you, her dark eyes fixed on yours. – "I won't be cold. But I don't like seeing you uncomfortable." –

Speechlessly, you adjusted the jacket around your body and looked down, a small smile forming on your lips. – "Thank you, Cass." –

Cassandra gave a slight nod and placed her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as you resumed walking. Even without her jacket, it felt like she was warm – perhaps simply knowing that you were comfortable and protected.