She can feel the way he tenses beneath her fingertips, his body terrified and unsure as she looked across at him. He was scared, sometimes so was she. There was a reason Bruce did not have... others. A reason that extended far beyond the trauma of broken pearls in a pool of blood.

"I love you," Cass repeated instead of calling him idiot. He needed to hear it. She leaned forward, rubbing her lips against his softly before she kissed him. "Stop worrying. I can take care of myself. You should worry about you, I have a lot of enemies."