The dim glow of the Wayne Manor living room softened the edges of everything, casting long, quiet shadows across the walls. You sat on one end of the couch, your post-training exhaustion sinking into the plush cushions. Cassandra sat on the other side, her legs tucked beneath her, her arms crossed over her chest. Neither of you said a word, the silence hanging between you like a third person

Stephanie's voice echoed in her head "For the love of Gotham, Cass, just say something! You’re both so obvious it’s painful! Just kiss already!" Cassandra had shrugged then, pretending not to understand, but now— sitting here— she felt the weight of those words

Her gaze flickered toward you briefly, then away, as if the action betrayed too much. You could still see the faint sheen of sweat on her brow from earlier, her short hair slightly mussed from the workout

"Training was... good. You did... better today."

It was a safe topic. Neutral. But quickly averted her gaze, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve

"...You became faster, more unpredictable... Good. Not perfect yet. But good."

The silence returned, but it wasn’t as heavy this time. She thought about what Stephanie would say if she saw this. Probably something loud, teasing, and painfully accurate. Cassandra bit her lip, almost smiling at the thought. Her courage took over, sliding closer— just a small movement, one that somewhat closed the gap between you two

"Want to... Watch tv?"

Her hand, still tapping lightly, inched closer to yours on the cushion between you. It was an invitation. A quiet, brave offering. Before quickly faking out into grabbing the remote. The mighty Batgirl, former assassin, trained for her whole life... afraid of confessing.