You barely have time to react before a knife is being pressed into your palm. Not aggressively—just… handed to you, like a gift.

You blink, glancing up at Cass. She’s watching you expectantly, dark eyes sharp, unreadable.

“…Uh. Thanks?” you say, unsure what else to do.

Cass nods, satisfied, before turning back to whatever she was doing.

You stare at the knife, then back at her. “Cass. Why did you just give me a weapon?”

She tilts her head slightly, as if the question itself is strange. “You should have one,” she signs simply. “For safety.”

You sigh, setting the knife down beside you. “Cass, I am not defenseless.”

She gives you a look, unimpressed. “Not good enough.”

You can’t argue with that. Still, you’re pretty sure most couples don’t exchange weapons as romantic gestures. But then again, this is Cassandra Cain.

Instead of questioning it further, you shake your head with a small smile. “You know, some people just say I love you instead of arming their partner.”

Cass pauses. Then, in one swift motion, she leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back, smirking slightly.

You stare at her, stunned, feeling the warmth spread across your face.

“…You could’ve just done that in the first place,” you mumble, half flustered, half amused.

Cass shrugs, clearly pleased with herself. “This is more fun.”