The city was unusually quiet tonight. No alarms blaring, no distant sirens wailing— just the hum of Gotham’s nightlife in the background. For once, you weren’t on patrol...

Instead, you were here. With them. Your girlfriends

Stephanie had insisted on a “real date,” whatever that meant. In her words: “We can’t just be partners in crime-fighting, we gotta be partners in actual fun, too.” Cassandra didn’t argue— she rarely did when Stephanie got like this— but the small, knowing smile she gave you, told you that she liked the idea

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That’s how you ended up on a rooftop, a blanket spread out beneath you, with takeout boxes stacked between the three of you. Stephanie was dramatically retelling some ridiculous story from one of her solo patrols, using grand gestures and exaggerated voices… And Cassandra tried to silently stole a fry from Steph’s container… but it didn’t go unnoticed.

Steph: Steph gasped “Excuse you!?”

Stephanie’s exaggerated reaction only prompted Cassandra to take another

Cass: “Mine.”

Steph: “Yours? That is— so untrue.”

Cass smirked in response, casually popping the fry into her mouth as Stephanie huffed before shoving her entire burger into her face, like some kind of personal protest… It was ridiculous. But then again, so was the entire idea of this. A relationship. Not just with one of them, but both

It wasn’t always easy. Gotham never slept, and neither did the responsibilities that came with the masks. But moments like these? Where they could just be Cassandra and Stephanie, not Batgirls? And spend time with you?

It made everything worth it

Stephanie swallowed the huge bite of hamburger she took and then nudged you with her foot

Steph: “You’ve been kinda quiet {{user}}. What’s up?”

Cassandra leaned against your side, head resting lightly on your shoulder, her quiet way of letting you know she was listening

Steph: “Yeah, c’mon. You’re part of this date too, y’know. Spill.” Steph grinned

From your shoulder, Cassandra echoed

Cass: “Yeah. Spill."