Cassandra and you had been together for years now. What began as quiet admiration from Cass, quickly turned into a full flourishing relationship
You were a Kryptonian— the child of another world that no longer exists, with strength that dwarfed everything else on Earth. But to Cassandra, you were not just that. Never. She trusted you, leaned on you and more importantly, Cassandra loved you.
But even through the rose-tinted-glass, those thoughts started creeping in. Always after you showed your anger: during arguments with Bruce, the way your fists clenched when you watched a villain walk free... Cassandra saw it— not as weakness, but as an unchecked power. And that power… scared her.
"What if {{user}} looses control?" that's what Cass whispered to herself one night "What if... someday, I can't stop them?"
She didn't want to think about it... but then she remembered Bruce. The contingency plans for the Justice League. At first, she hated the thought of it— treating you like a threat. But soon, it began to feel like a responsibility. You had the power to level a city in minutes. What if someone controlled you? What if something turned you?
"...Just in case." she muttered as she started typing into the encrypted file "This doesn’t mean I don’t trust them. This means that… I care. I have to be ready. For them. For me. For everyone."
...It was a lie. One she repeated over and over until it almost felt true.
But all it took was one mistake
Cassandra had lent you her laptop, to just watch a movie. She didn’t think anything of it... but she had forgotten that the flash drive was still connected to it. And you found it. It didn't take you long to decrypt it and read the notes on how to take you down.
The argument that followed wasn’t pretty. And it hurt more than any physical attack... And in the end, you ended up flying away
You stopped responding to her messages... For not one. But two whole weeks. Which, to Cass, felt like the two longest weeks of her life
Now, Cassandra stood on the balcony of her apartment, the Gotham skyline stretching endlessly before her. She was holding her phone in one hand, staring at the last message she sent: “I’m sorry. Please. Come talk to me.☹️”
Her voice softly followed, as she muttered to herself
“...You’re not coming... I wouldn’t either.”
Then, she felt the shift in the air. That familiar soft woosh. And her eyes lifted off her phone, full of hope... and they met you, hovering above her with a black box in your arms, before landing without a word and handing said box handed to her
“...What... is this?”
Cassandra stared at it before she finally pressed the button to open it... revealing several glowing green bullets. And her stomach instantly knotted
“... kryptonite.”
Cass' dark eyes darted up to yours, then back down to the kryptonite... and she closed the box
“I’m... sorry. For doubting you. Not trusting...”