GOTHAM'S H E R O I N E

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“I’m Superman.”

She nodded her head, almost unable to speak, her mouth hung open. A softness about her that wouldn’t have been matched by anybodies description. If you asked anyone to describe her, small, childlike, innocent, sweet, adorable would all be the very last words used to describe her. She slowly walked closer, “Uh-Uh yeah! I know who you are! Do you know...?” She was sure he was here for a reason, couldn’t tell if it was for Bruce or for Bats. 

“As pretty as the back of my little head is, I feel that might be a little too impersonal.”  Looking to the window, he made sure to set her against the bed on her right shoulder.  “Easy does it.”  With that, he’d round the edge of the bed before occupying the other side.  “How’s that, comfy?”

Arms extended like a child to be held, her legs reaching out trying to get him to cuddle her. If it had been any other girl, she was sure the family would be poking fun, but since it was her, well. They knew better. All around. Her eyes closed as she rested against the pillow, waiting to feel his warmth. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”  An assuring smile spread across his own lips as he adjusted his grip on her and moved towards the bed.  “May I set you down?”  He asked, now standing over one side of it.

“Just don’t set me down on my left shoulder, I’ll have to be facing towards the windows, so you’re going to either be looking at me, or I’ll be looking at the back of that pretty little head of yours.” A soft exhale of a voice left her. 

“No, it’s fine.  I’m always free to keep you company.”  His hip pressed the door open, him stepping inside the moment after.  “Here we are.”  It was a little chilly, a far cry from the warm, toasty atmosphere of the living room.  “Need any extra blankets?”

“Do you plan on staying or are you going to leave the moment I’m lulled into false security?”  Her words were blunt, but depending on answer, reflected the answer, as her legs drapped over his arms so casually. Her hues looking into his, a small smile ghosting her lips. 

“Not nearly as soft as a good pillow.  Come on, let’s get you tucked in.”  Both arms scoop the younger woman up, Dick more than happy to oblige her.  His strides were deliberately slow, content to draw out their little walk to her bedroom.  The dim lighting of the christmas lights lining the ceiling made it a more than pleasant stroll.

“I know you’ve got your own bed Grayson, but I was wondering if you could indulge and sleep beside me. I haven’t been able to keep body heat and well, with the injury I’m nursing it’s going to be difficult. If you don’t, I understand.” Her voice was quiet and small, as she looked up at him, she felt tiny in his arms, anyone else and well. They would’ve been on the floor for even daring to pick her up. 

“You looked tired, and were out like a light.  It just felt like the wrong thing to do.”  Dick looked down to Cassandra, a smile tempted to spread across his lips.  Rare was it to see any of them sleep so peacefully, that played a part in it too.

“I hope you know I’m not moving now unless you carry me to bed and tuck me in.” Her tongue stuck out as she didn’t even bother to open her eyes, feeling comfortable around him. Her shoulders rolled as she was nursing an injury, nothing she couldn’t handle but a nuisance nonetheless. Opening them in a slow flutter she stared at the ceiling, “I understand the appeal of having someone to sleep beside, a thigh is soft.” She was still as socially awkward, but well meaning, as always.