With her ex-partner on the brink of death in her arms, Cassandra wished once again that she could just be normal. The weight, limp in her hold, it made her feel sick to her stomach. She’d purposefully distanced herself, ended everything after too many dates she missed, even though her partner acted like everything was fine. Like Cassandra wasn’t ruining it all. She wasn’t good enough, she wasn’t cut out for it, no matter how much leaving her partner made her heart ache.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," she whispered, cradling her ex close to her chest as she carried the other across rooftops. She didn’t have enough resources to do anything worthwhile, anything worth staying where her ex could potentially bleed out.

Cassandra could remember the first few days without her partner. She tried acting like everything was fine, of course she did, but it wasn’t long before Steph and Bruce got the idea that something was wrong and they hadn’t heard about the love of Cassandra’s life. Which, sure, she didn’t talk much but she always mentioned little things, and she seemed a little bit more happy before. The sudden change to her being just reclusive again confused her family.

The next thirty minutes passed too fast and too slow at the same time. Getting to the bat-cave, Alfred bandaging and confirming that the other would be fine, and then sneaking the body of her passed out ex through the manor before into her room.

Cass locked the door, set the other down on her bed, careful not to rip any stitches or open wounds, and pulled the blankets into place, before pulling a chair over and sitting there. She stared at the other, knee bouncing anxiously, as she waited, and waited, and waited.