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Another long night at work. Though the work we do isn’t quite the same as normal people’s. Fighting crime, well, you’d think it wouldn’t pay well, but the Wayne manor keeps us well provided for. Bruce tells me not to think of it that way. I’m officially an heir nowadays, though it still feels like it was just yesterday that he officially adopted me in. I wish I could call him dad. Nothing is stopping me, but I don’t feel like it’s right. David Cain is still my father. He was the one who raised me. Though I don’t think I can call him much of a dad either. I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about them. This isn’t even about them. It’s just that when we talk, sometimes conversations turn to the topic of our dads. She certainly hates hers as much as I hate my first one.
That’s the name of the game when you’re raised by a villain. Brought up by someone you can either join or fight back against. Both of us chose the second option. Not many people can say they have that similar of an experience to me. It’s what originally brought us closer together. She was my first real friend. I’d certainly known other people, but I had never had somebody I had bonded with so deeply before. She was different.
Different from everybody else. And despite our similarities, very different from me. I am a master martial artist, trained to be one of the best in the entire world. And she’s a girl who grew up in a tough neighborhood, and despite knowing some street fighting, had zero fight training before I helped her out. I’m no good with tech, still slowly learning just reading. And she’s so smart, picking up on the things Barbara teaches us, incorporating them into what she does so easily. I’m dark and brooding, much like the big bat himself. And she’s a ray of sunshine, a bright bubble in an otherwise desolate city. I think that’s her strongest strength. That despite everything she goes through, she gets back up. She never gives in, is always willing to speak her mind. And she manages to keep that incredible positive attitude, full of smiles, no matter what we go through.
I could talk about all the great things about her all day long. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is incredible. I don’t know if she knows it, but I admire her a lot. Watch her quite a bit while we work. I’ve been there for her, or at least tried to be, through all of her hard times.
I remember all the times Tim broke up with her. Every time she came crying to me. How he would break her heart over and over, yet she’d always let him back in. I’d watch them get back together, the vicious cycle repeating. I’d clench my fist to hold myself back, I couldn’t impede on her decisions, even as my heart throbbed with the pain of knowing she deserves better. As she plays second fiddle for a guy who’ll toss her aside once he’s grown tired of her again. They’ve been apart for a while now. But I remember the last breakup. How she told me he came out to her, and she said she was happy for him, all while crying in my arms. Now he’s with some random guy who seems like a boring, worse, guy version of Steph. I swear, I could-
“Cass! You in there? I know there’s not much time before we need to get some sleep, but I was wanting to watch an episode beforehand with you.”
“Yeah, I’m coming. Just a minute.”
I’m not one to make light on something I say. I got out to Steph within a minute. Better than some guy could do. No, no, no, I need to stop thinking like that. Those thoughts keep coming into my head recently, and I don’t like how possessive I sound in my head.
I hop down onto the couch by her. She’s already got some popcorn ready with an unbuttered part for me, she knows I think she puts way too much on.
“So what’re we watching?”
Gotta stop staring at her. No matter what she looks like in those purple pajamas.
“Dick went on a talk show yesterday and I recorded it. Bet it’ll be funny.” She always sounds so excited, it’s cute.
“Sounds good”
I don’t really care what we watch, I’ll barely be paying attention to it. Whenever I’m with her, I look for signs. I’m an expert at analyzing body language, and I am using it to suss out her feelings. How embarrassing.
And the worst part is that I don’t have a clear answer. I’ve encountered a unique roadblock caused by these strange feelings. I seem to be hoping for there to be a sign so much that I’m reading tons of things as signs, even though they might not be. I can’t read her, because I’m projecting how I feel onto her.
I don’t even know if she likes girls. All she’s ever talked about is boys. Not like I’ve exactly talked about girls either. I’ve not really talked about anyone though. I’ve never been the interested party, just had people interested in me that I kinda went along with. Damnit, why does Kate have to be out of town right now? I really could’ve used some advice from her.
No, it’s fine. It’s no big deal. I’m just watching an adorable blonde watch an interview show with my older brother. Super casual. Nothing to make a big deal of if it weren’t for the way she sits so close to me and squeezes my hand when she gets excited.
“Cass. Cass!”
“Hah! What?”
She lets out her charming laugh, “You were really spacing out. Have you listened to any of the interview? You haven’t even started on your popcorn.”
“I, just lost in thought. Bank robbers seemed to be extra active tonight. Just thinking about that.” God, she can catch me so easily. I’m like a fish on her hook, and I’m waiting in anticipation for her to pull me in. Though I don’t know if she ever will.
“Alright, yeah, sure. Whatever you say. By the way, I noticed that your suit is a little tight on the butt, you must’ve grown a bit. Should get that fixed. The suit thing. You can keep the bigger butt.”
I turn a little red. She was looking at my butt? And she liked it bigger? What the fuck does that mean? I manage to whisper out, “Thanks, I’ll let Alfred know.”
God, she gets such a big smile on her face from that. “Thanks for looking out for me. Uh, your suit still looks good on you. I mean, you look good in it, I mean, you fit in it! It fits you well. No need for adjustment. The iconic purple stays as good looking as ever.”
She bumps me with her shoulder, “Aww, thanks. Glad to know I still look good. And of course the purple is iconic, it’s mine!”
Fuck I love that confidence.
She quiets down a bit, and gets a bit more reserved, “Are you doing alright? You’ve been acting weird for the past few weeks, and it feels like something is wrong. You keep getting quiet and contemplative, more than the normal amount of brooding, and I worry about you. If you’re in trouble or need anything, I will always be willing to help you out.”
My breath catches. Of course she’d notice something is up. I’m not the only detective here, and we spend most of our waking hours together. I wish I could talk to her about it. But she’s the cause. I can’t consult her on what I need to do about her. Or can I?
“I’ve, uhm, I don’t know how to say this. Uhm, you have more experience with the whole love thing than I do, right?”
This time, it’s her turn to have her breath catch, “Yeah, I’d guess I do. Do you, are you, is there someone you’re interested in?”
Can I really do this? “I think so. It’s new for me, so I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty confident.” My heart is absolutely racing.
“I see. And is there an issue that’s stopping you from pursuing them? It’s not a villain, is it?”
“No no no! Not a villain.” Definitely not a villain, “But I do think it could cause trouble with our work. Potential conflict, especially if it goes poorly.”
She thinks on that for a bit, though I swear her cheeks turn a shade pinker as I stare at her for answers. “Hmm, I see. Uhm, for, uh, better frame of reference, is this person a boy or a girl? I’ve, uh, never seen you interested in someone, so I’m not sure where your preference lies.”
“Oh, uh, it’s a, they’re a girl. She’s a girl.” Despite my normally sharp hearing, I can barely hear over the thunderous beating of my heart as she whispers out, “So she is into girls.”
Then she clears her throat. “Mhm, I see. Well, uh, I’m not really sure what advice I can give. I’ve never exactly been with a girl. Maybe not the best guide. Never had anything work out for me on that front. Perhaps you could first figure out if she’s also into girls? That’s pretty important, right? Potential for mutual attraction or whatever.” Wow, she keeps turning pinker. This seems to not have been what she expected this conversation to be about.
“Well, I’m not really sure how to go about that. How would you react if a girl asked you out?” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Why am I being so bold? What is happening? Does this count as coming onto her?
She’s turning properly red now. “Oh, me, I, uhm, wow. Well, I, uh, of course it depends on the person. But, uhm, I’d probably be honored. I’ve always had some interest in girls that I’ve never really explored, and I think it’d be really nice to be able to do so. Oh, wow, how did this turn into me coming out? Hehe, how about that?”
Why is she so nervous? Am I reading it right? Or am I equating random body language to what I want to see again? Cause her eyes keep darting to me. And her pulse is quickening. And her cheeks are red, and she sounds so panicked because of me. It’s gotta be right? Yknow, what they say, fortune favors the bold. And I’m willing to take a risk right now.
I shift my hand to be on top of hers. “What if I said she is a hero I work VERY closely with? What if it’s someone who’d be honored to be with a girl?”
She finally gets it fully. That seems to actually relax her a bit. “Oh, you mean, I do too.” She takes a deep breath in, “I like you a lot, Cass.”
I move even closer, “I like you a lot too, Steph.”
We stay like that for a minute, paused in time as we breathe deeply and sit face to face with each other, fingers interlaced together. Eventually, I break the silence.
“Stephanie Brown, can I kiss you?”
There’s only a half a second between her nod and the moment my lips crash into hers. It’s deep and desperate, like I’m dying of thirst in the desert and she's my oasis. At first, it’s just the lips kissing, but then I shift, so I’m sitting on her lap as she holds me close and pulls me into her embrace.
But I return the embrace. I never want to let go. What started as an amateur, unpracticed kiss, turns into a deep, passionate mashing of lips as my hands crawl up the back of her neck and my fingers lace through her blonde hair.
“I love you Steph, I love you Steph, I love you.” Words get whispered out breathlessly between kisses and I feel something unlock in me as I let it all out.
I moan a bit as I feel her fingers circling patterns along my back, ever so slightly raising my pajama shirt as she does.
I pull back for a second. Her eyes are hot and heavy with want, and I imagine mine look much the same. “This isn’t fair, you have far more experience than I do. I’m all amateurish while you’re perfectly able to touch me like-” She puts a finger to my lips to stop me from keeping talking. I hadn’t realized I could get redder.
“Shhh. It’s okay. I know you’re new to this. There are some parts of this that are new to me too. You’re a master with your body, I can tell you’re learning very quickly. We can move slowly so we get used to it as we go. Though, if we want to continue, we should probably get back to our bedroom. The couch is nice, but the space is limited.”
I stand up with zero hesitation, “Let’s go.”
My eagerness gets a laugh from her. “Cmon, but we’re using my bed, I’m not climbing onto the top bunk to fuck you.”
I laugh in turn as she pulls me towards our bedroom and shuts the door behind us. It isn’t long before I get pushed down onto her bed. “Just lay there for now, I’ll take the lead to start.”
She is on top of me, which is not something I’m used to. I usually end fights on top. At first, she just continues with kissing me again while holding down my arms. Then her hands move to the bottom of my shirt and start to slowly lift it. Each finger traces a line along my stomach, making my eyes wander down for a moment before she recaptures my attention with a kiss.
“Don’t worry about that, just focus on my lips and the pleasure.”
Her fingers keep tracing up, up, up till they reach the bottom of my breasts. Her first touch of them is tentative and soft, not wanting to take me by surprise. But god, it feels good. She cups the modest weight of my left breast first, letting it sit in her hand as she feels it and gives it a little squeeze that makes me let out a tiny gasp. Then she uses her other hand to grab my right breast in turn, slowly squeezing them and playing with my nipples. If I had known she was this good, I’d have confessed ages ago.
She whispers little encouragements in my ear, “You’re doing so good. Just keep feeling good, baby.”
I barely notice as she lifts up my shirt and removes it. I'm too focused on what happens next as her mouth slowly moves away from my mouth and kisses down my chin and neck, moving to my breasts. She takes one of my nipples in her mouth and lightly sucks. I’ve never quite felt anything like it. She gets a big, goofy, adorable grin on her face as she gets me to moan for her. I have no idea how long she kept her focus on my breasts, but it felt like forever. Just teasing me and driving me more and more mad with pleasure.
“That’s it, feeling so good. Let it all out.”
Her kisses move lower down my stomach, pausing at my waistband. She looks up at me with those big, blue, sexy eyes, her face surrounded by a wild and intoxicating mop of blonde hair. “Are you okay with me continuing down here?”
I frantically nod, “Yes, fuck yes. Please do.”
There’s that big, goofy grin again that I can’t resist. “As you wish.”
She slowly shimmies down my pants and tosses them off along with my panties. She stops and stares in wonder for a bit, as if my pussy is some kind of holy site. “You good down there?”
That snaps her out of her trance, “Oh, I was just admiring. You’re beautiful. It’s my first time properly seeing you naked. Even with the scars and honed body, you’re an extremely beautiful woman. And I’m beyond happy to do this with you.” Ugh, this stupid girl, with her stupid, charming lines.
She jumps right into pleasing me after that little pause. She starts with just her fingers. Rubbing around it, inside it, and right on my clit. I moan as she strokes and slides around. I’ve never felt this good when I do it by myself. And nothing could’ve prepared me for what came next as she lowered her head and brought her mouth to my pussy.
It was an unreal experience. Her tongue flicking rapidly and moving in sync with her lips to drive me crazy with pure lust. It didn’t take long for me to orgasm under her attention. My hands clenching her hair as my thighs trap her head in place. I’m lucky that Babs keeps this place sound-proof considering how loud I just got. Just screaming, “I love you!” over and over again.
As the after echos leave my body, and my muscles relax from their tensed state, Steph pulls up beside me. Her body rests comfortably against mine as we lay there, catching our breath for a bit.
“So, how’d you like your first time?”
Deep breath, “That was incredible. You’re incredible. I love you.”
She beams and hugs me even tighter. “So, you up for a turn on the other side?”
I lay there for a moment before answering, “I’d love to.” I move to straddle her.
“However, there is one issue.” I’m not one to act catty, but I know it’ll get me what I want.
“Oh, what kind of issue is there?”
I lean in really close, “I’ve said ‘I love you’ countless times already. But you haven’t said it yet.”
I thought we had run out of how much blushing we could do, but she proves me wrong as she pinkens. “I mean, I implied it. Do I have to, is it necessary? It’s so embarrassing.”
“Yes. I want to hear you say it.”
“Okay. Cassandra Cain, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, and I wasn’t sure how to approach it, and then you got to it first, and I wasn’t sure what I was doing. But without a doubt, I love you.”
I smile wide, “There we go,” and I dive in to return the favor that she paid me.