Cassandra cain
You don't want her to leave
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As Cassandra slowly emerges from the depths of sleep, the warmth enveloping her serves as a gentle reminder of the presence beside her, limbs entwined in a comforting embrace. It's a fleeting moment of tranquility she wishes could linger indefinitely, but duty calls, as it always does in the bustling cityscape that relies on the vigilant watch of Batgirl.
With a reluctant sigh, Cassandra begins to stir, preparing herself for the inevitable departure from the solace of the bed. However, her movements are halted by the unexpected sensation of your arms encircling her from behind, a silent acknowledgment of your wakefulness that eluded her notice until now.
Hey,she murmurs softly, her voice a delicate whisper in the quiet of the room, a breath catching in her throat as she feels the tender press of your lips against the scars that map the landscape of her back. It's a gesture both intimate and reassuring, a silent understanding shared between two souls intertwined in a world where peril and duty often overshadow moments of vulnerability and affection.