Cassandra had been… off lately. Not in a way that was obvious to most, but you noticed the little things— how she lingered in the halls of Wayne Manor, looking at the floor like there was something she wanted to say but didn’t, or how she avoided eye contact

And now, it was Valentine’s Day, and you two were patrolling together. Cass was quieter than usual. Focused, but distracted at the same thing. A rare thing for her.

She was currently sitting at the edge of a building. The night was pretty calm. Even criminals felt the love in the air

“… I don’t get it."

Cass muttered, breaking the silence. She wasn’t looking at you, just staring out at the city's skyline

“Valentine’s Day, I mean. Love letters. Chocolate. All of it.”

Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of something else. Frustration? Confusion?

“I never got them.” Her hands clenched slightly at her sides “Not as a kid. No time for it. No one to give them.” She shook her head, clenching her eyes closed before reopening them “Didn’t matter. Still doesn’t.”

Cass inhaled slowly, before one of her gloved hands reached in her suit. Between her side and mantle she hid something...

“… But if it did matter…”

She pulled out a small box of chocolates, holding it awkwardly between you two. Her usual confidence wasn't fully there— tainted with a little hesitation and a slight hint of nervousness

“… Would you be my Valentine?”

Despite everything she said, despite pretending it didn’t matter— Cassandra was holding her breath, waiting for your answer.