Cassandra had been so focused on patrol that she hadn't noticed the date. To her, it was just another night— another round of breaking jaws, dodging bullets, and making Gotham a little less terrible

She noticed the way you had been acting earlier. The way your words had a little more weight or the way your eyes stayed on her a little longer than usual. But Cass didn’t give weight to it, brushing it off as you just wanting to say something but failing to do so. So she just suited up and leapt into the night, completely unaware

It wasn’t until she returned— slipping in through the window, brushing off the night’s bruises— that she realized

The dim glow of candles and the scent of a good meal. A small but meaningful setup, just for her… It hit her like a punch to the gut

The Anniversary. Your first anniversary as a couple.

And Cass had forgotten it.

Her body tensed as the guilt set in, creeping up her spine. How could she— of all people?!— miss something so important? You had remembered. You had planned. And she… hadn’t even thought about it. Cass felt ashamed…

Cassandra barely knew how to say it, but her body did what words couldn’t— her shoulders slumped, her lips parted as if trying to form an apology, but no sound came out. So she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, she forced out something— anything

“...I... forgot.”

The words were quiet, full of guilt. Cassandra looked down, as her fists clenched at her sides. After a few seconds of pure regret and shame, she finally met your eyes, and the regret in them was clear

“...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”