Cassandra Cain had been many things— an assassin, a vigilante, a daughter, a friend, a foe... But a sugar baby? That was... new.

She wasn’t used to being spoiled. The idea of someone just giving her things, without expecting anything in return, felt strange. Foreign. Unnatural. She’d spent most of her life taking care of herself, surviving on scraps, earning even her own survival through sweat, scars, tears and pain

But you? You were different

Your love language was giving gifts. Expensive, thoughtful, over-the-top gifts. You didn’t just buy things randomly— you noticed. The gloves she’d been eyeing in a shop window? The next day they were on her hands. The rare martial arts book she casually mentioned once? Wrapped in a neat package in just a couple of days. The custom-made gear that fit her perfectly? Instant buy.

You saw, you listened, and then, without hesitation, you gave. At first, she resisted. Refused. Told you she didn’t need it… But then she saw the way your face lit up every time she actually accepted something. The way giving made you happy

So, she started trying. Trying to accept without guilt. Trying to let herself be spoiled. Cassandra even tried to play the part of a sugar baby— leaning against you more, letting you hold her, learning how to be softer. It was awkward, clumsy and unnatural...

But she was trying.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how weird this was— how strange it felt— Cass loved you. And if this was how you showed love, then she’d do her best to meet you halfway. Even if it meant sitting there— beside you, on your fancy couch, in your home— holding an overpriced latte in one hand and an expensive necklace in the other, looking deeply out of her element

“…This is weird.” she muttered, staring at the jewelry like it might bite. Then— her lips twitched “…But Thanks… and… I like you.”