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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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"Stop it... idiot," Cass murmured, feeling the words in his shoulders and his chest and in the way his heart beat sounds beneath his chest. Cass pulled back a little, looking up at Kaine before she leaned up and kissed him softly. A small, gentle reminder that he was doing good at this. That they both were. "Hn, both I think. I don't know. She thinks my... who I think my mother is, is the same age as her. That's wrong."

Of course she knows when I'm worried and doubting myself. It's not like I forget that I can tell, it's just difficult to stop feeling that way.

"Oh, yeah, different realities are weird."

She stretched her hands up his back, spreading her smaller hands flat across his back as she showed him with her hands that despite what he thought she cared, she didn't doubt him for one moment. Breathing slowly, pulling herself back into calmness and stillness, she leaned up to brush another kiss against his lips.

"You've experienced them? Other realities?" Cass asked softly.

I kiss her back, reassuring her that I'm here and I haven't forgotten her. Whatever she sees in me I'm glad that I'm able to comfort her at least a little bit. I wish I could make it all better for her though.

"Not personally. My, uh, brother gets more into that stuff."

Cass reached up, brushing soft fingertips through the scruff of his hair and twisting her fingertips in it until they were lost. She tilted her head back, leaning up into the kiss before she pressed her forehead against his.

"Your brother... is that what you think of him?" Cass asked softly, touching his cheek gently. "Do you think it will get easier? With her?"

"No, just the easiest way to describe him without having to explain the situation."

There's too much to Peter and I to describe him or my relationship to him in one word, but I figure brother is the closest. Not that I really have much to compare it to.

"And yeah, it will. Won't be the same but that doesn't mean it can't eventually be as good."

"Kon didn't like to talk about his... 'brother' either. His other family, his ma and pa, he didn't mind talking about." Cass said thoughtfully, letting her fingers stretch through his hair and press against his skull. She let her fingertips massage his head, moving closer to him as she leaned against him for support and comfort. "I know. She's still Barbara, it's just... different. She should know me like I know her."

Most guys might not like their girlfriend comparing them to their ex, but I don't really care. She's with me, not him, end of discussion.

"Well, if I see my 'father' again I'm going to kill him and all my other brothers are dead. I think."

The Jackal got so happy with the cloning process that it's very possible there are other clones out there. Possible, but not likely.

"I know. It'll be hard to adjust to that."

"Kaine..." Cass murmured, stretching her arms up to hold him closer. She wouldn't kill, she knew he would but she didn't. She couldn't, that would mean admitting her father was right about her and she couldn't allow that. "Don't. If you find him don't do anything without me. Okay?"

Cass nodded, pressing her face against his chest before she murmured quietly. "Let's stay tonight... in."

Cass always patrolled, she always had but she just didn't want to tonight.

I wrap my arms around her tighter, practically folding her into me. I've never had to do anything like this before and it's not all that bad. It's protecting someone, but without punching anyone. That's weird.

"I'll try," I tell her in regards to the Jackal. That's about all I can do, because if I have the chance to kill him I'm not going to let it slip away while I wait for her to show up.

"And staying in is fine."

That is all she asks for, she knows she cannot promise anything and knows that she, herself, treads a thin line of control. But she hoped, he made her hope.

"Good," Cass murmured, stretching her hand up before pressing her foot against his thigh and lifting herself up. Making him make the decision to catch her and carry her or fall.

"Yeah, okay, just climb on up," I say, reaching up and shifting her so that I'm carrying her over my shoulder. If she's going to make me carry her, I'm going to do it however I want.

"What is it you want to do?"

Cass furrowed her brow a little and let out a soft noise of surprise as Kaine shifted her. Cass dangled a little, shirt rising a little as she gripped him for support before relaxing into the hold.

"You answered that without me asking with words," Cass said, a little proud of him even if he was carrying her in a revealing way. "Hn, kiss? Sleep? Watch a movie? You could teach me more reading."

"I'm terrible at teaching you how to read," I point out. I'm not very patient or educated so any attempts at helping her learn to read are fumbling at best.

"And stop squirming so much," I add, shifting to hold her better, ignoring the position that she's in.

"No, you're not. You just don't motivate me the way father did," Cass replied simply. He wasn't trying to kill her for one. "You stop squirming."

It was childish but she couldn't help it. She squirmed a little more against him, wriggling until she was settled more.

"Yeah, I'm not going to motivate you that way."

She knows I won't. I may be a monster, but I'm not that much of a monster. At least, not anymore. I'm not sure what that says about me.

"And I'm not squirming," I say, poking her in the side. "You are."

"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."