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Cassandra was not an emotional person. She didn't react the way others did, she didn't act the way a normal girl would to things. She wasn't normal but she didn't mind that. Not until now, she didn't know what to say or do about what, who she had seen. She didn't know what to do but she knew who she wanted to see.

Her face was blank, her fingertips rushed as she hurried into his apartment. She didn't look at him as she moved quickly over to him, throwing her arms around his middle and holding him tightly. She pressed her face against his chest, making the world go away for a little while. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to because he would know. He knew her better than anyone here. Almost as well as Steph.

Barbara was here. Barbara was here. It was good but it was all wrong.

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"Because you're not like him. Because you're good. Hn... you could motivate me in other ways." Cass suggested, pressing her foot against his stomach deliberately. She slid her toes down his stomach and thigh, grinning slightly as he poked her. "You like carrying me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell her, responding to both statements with one answer. Reaching down I take hold of her foot and lightly trace my fingers along the bottom of it. I've never really tried to see if she's ticklish here before.

"Yes you do," Cass replied chilidshly before something uncontrolled happened. It was an involuntary action, one she couldn't control as her foot jerked against his hand. Toes tight as she frowned and twitched against the fingers sliding along the bottom of her foot. "Don't."

A soft warning that she would kick his ass.

"Sorry, I'm an idiot and don't know what you mean," I say, rather amused at how ticklish she is. I'm sure she can choose not to be if she wants, but this is kind of interesting. So I brush my fingers against her foot again.

"I'm sure you don't... Kaine!" Cass exclaimed, making a face at him behind his back. Her foot twitched again, her knee convulsing too as Cass bit her lip to stop the reaction. She calmed herself, steeling herself against the tickling sensation as she prepared for him to try it again.

I grin and just tickle her some more. This is the most surprising reaction I've ever gotten from her and it's too fun to stop now. I'm sure she'll hurt me for it later, but I'm sure that it's worth it.

Cass squirmed, she reached for him tangling her hands in his clothes as he continued to tickle her feet. She managed to remain quiet for a little longer before she let out a soft laugh.

"Kaine... stop it," Cass said. The worry of Barbara, of everything easing for the moment.

"Hmmm?" I say, tickling a bit more lightly now but not stopping completely. If she really wanted me to stop, she'd make it clear with more than just words.

The lighter touch was worst, harder and she could ignore it but gentle made her jerk against him. She smiled, stretching her hand down before smacking his ass.

"Stop tickling me," Cass said, though there was laughter in her voice and not displeasure. "You're doing it on purpose."

"Maybe I am," I say, still not deterred. She's laughing, which I take as a good sign. Maybe she needs something like this to take her mind off of Barbara. Of maybe I just like messing with her. Either way this seems like a good thing.

"Kaine, put me down." Cass said smiling a little more as her toes curled up as his fingers tickled her. Cass squirmed a little more, if she wanted to get down she would've but she didn't mind. "Bed. Idiot."

Cass stretched down biting the nearest bit of exposed skin.

I did not expect to be bitten at all. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't exactly gentle either.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

The shouting is more out of surprise than anger, I was thinking that she would try and kick me or twist out of my grip. Apparently she's going to bite me instead.

I toss her down onto the bed but I hold on to her legs, gripping her ankles as I resume tickling her feet.

Cass grinned at the surprise in his voice, the way it rippled through his body. Cass landed roughly on the bed, sprawled out and kicking as Kaine gripped her legs and continued to tickle her.

"S-stop it," Cass said laughing as shes squirmed, covering her face with her arm as she laughed.

"No way, this is way too fun," I say, grinning at her. It almost hurts, smiling that much. Cass makes me happy, but I'm not much of a smiler. Seeing the big (or rather tiny) badass Cassandra squirming on the bed begging me to stop tickling her brings a big smile to my face.

Cass grinned back at him, smiling even when everything had hurt because she had him. And he was smiling at her.

Cass moved suddenly, sitting up and forward before touching the side of his face. Pressing her lips against his, she laughed as he tickled her feet.

"You're an idiot," Cass said against his lips, trying to wriggle free.

She's moves so fast and fluidly and I love watching her do it. One minute she's down on the bed and the next she's up by my face, feet still in my hands.

"You're ticklish," I reply, kissing her back.

Cass didn't admit to it but she did acknowledge it slightly, eyelashes kissing her cheeks before she kissed him slight and simply. Stretching her hands up around his neck, she tried to tug him down into bed with her. And more importantly away from her feet.

One of the nice things about Cass is how flexible she is. Which means that even as she pulls me down to the bed while kissing me, I can stick her feet up by her head and tickle them.

I think I've found my new favorite way to annoy her.

She smiled against his lips, her chest trembling as she stiffled the laughter against his mouth. Parting his lips with her tongue, she inhaled and tugged him closer to her. She closed her eyes, ignoring the hurt of the day and the way Barbara didn't know her and listening to him and the way he loved her.

"Quit it," Cass said as he brought her feet up to tickle. Wriggling beneath him, she purposefully rolled her hips up and made sure he ignored her feet.

"Why, you're smiling?"

I ignore what she's doing with her hips as well as I can. Not that it isn't distracting, but tickling her is far, far more fun at the moment. She does the hip thing to me on a regular basis, this is something different.

Also, she is smiling. Not just with her mouth, but with everything. That makes me more happy than I'm comfortable with, but I can worry about that later.

"It's involuntary," Cass said, smiling all the same but it was the truth. Her body, since she was a child, had always been practised and measured and precise. This wasn't her or it was her, who she was beneath all the control and the measure of who she thought she was. Beneath the killer and the mask she could still be a girl who smiled and laughed. "You're happy."

Cass said it softly, looking at him with a pleased smiled before she leaned up to brush a kiss against his lips. "I can see it."

"Because you're happy."

Saying it surprises me. Being happy because someone else is happy, because I made them happy, is a weird feeling. I can't even tell if it's a good one or not, but it certainly doesn't feel bad.

I kiss her back, hands stilling on her feet so I can focus on the kiss, the way her lips feel against mine and her hands moving against me.

"Like when you're happy."

She was, she was happy. Barbara... that hurt. The realisation that one of the very few people she loved and cared for didn't know her hurt. But she was happy, he made her happy. Something that Bruce would never approve of but she didn't care about.

"I... am." Cass said simply, nose scrunching up a little before she slipped one foot out of his grasp and letting it fall back onto the bed. She'd get the other free in a minute. "I'm sad... about Barbara but I'm happy with you."

Cass leaned up, kissing him again before pulling him further down with her.

"Why?"

I ask the question without thinking. I really don't want to know why because I can't really think of a good reason myself. She says I make her happy and I don't think she would lie, but I can understand how that's possible.

Rolling onto my back, I look up at her and brush her hair back out of her face. Maybe she'll just kiss me again and forget about the question.

Cass sighed, lifting her shoulders in a light shrug as he rolled over onto his back. She spread her fingertips up across his chest, leaning in to the touch at her hair and face she smiled softly. Leaning down to brush a kiss against her lips, she didn't ignore the question but answered it her way first.

"Because you understand me, because you try. And because I love you," Cass replied simply. "You make me happy."