Wonder Girl

Cassie’s cheeks were dusted a soft crimson by the time they separated, and she too took a step back while pulling her towel more tightly around herself. Nodding at his reply, she made her way to his bedroom and into his closet. Within she found a pair of her own leggings and a tank top, which she quickly changed into. Then, given she had his permission, she threw on one of his sweatshirts, wanting the extra layer of comfort it provided. “Mind if I stay here a bit longer? I’m pretty sure if I head back to my place I’ll end up falling asleep, and I’m not too keen on finding out what awaits me in dreamland after today.”

It hadn’t been expected by any means, but it seemed his embrace was exactly what the young demigoddess needed in that moment. The reaction was automatic, her entire form relaxing as she leaned into him, head resting on his shoulder. “Could I maybe borrow some clothes?” Cassie mumbled against him after a moment of silence, their closeness making her intensely aware of the fact she wore only a towel.

“I don’t need to even out. I need...I need...fuck, I don’t even know what I need,” she breathed. She didn’t cry too much, and she wasn’t a big puker...but this certainly had her shaken. Was this what her new life in Gotham would be like? It certainly left her with questions regarding Tim’s upbringing in the city. “You can keep my suit to take samples from. The thing is covered.”

“Tim, this isn’t a joke,” Cassie spat, clearly upset by the afternoon’s events. “This wasn’t some emotional outburst we’re talking about. This was a literal explosion. A person literally exploded. I was covered in the blood of a dead person who randomly exploded into hundreds of pieces.” 

“You just need to be less predictable in your thinking,” Cassie told him, stepping out of the bathroom to finally face him. “Couch,” she ordered, pointing at the object and moving to take a seat on it. Only once he was beside her did she continue. “I don’t know exactly what happened. One minute I was trying to talk down a meta, and then I was covered in...” She trailed off, taking a breath. “They just sort of exploded. I don’t even know what triggered it.”

“You were thinking them,” Cassie shouted back over the water. She scrubbed at her hair, skin going pink from the effort to remove the bloody residue. Only once she was sure she was clean did she shut the shower off and exit the bathroom wrapped in a towel. 

Not hesitating, Cassie entered the penthouse and made a beeline towards the bathroom, shedding down to her underwear as she went. “I said no questions,” she repeated over her shoulder, sensing the several questions that must’ve been running through his mind given her current state. Only when she had the door closed did she remove her final layer of clothing. The hot water of the shower was a more than welcome embrace after what she’d just dealt with.

“Look, I really just want a shower. No questions.”

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Cassandra Sandsmark & Timothy Drake, aka Wonder Girl & Red Robin // Moodboard

Given her line of work and things she’s seen., it comes as no surprise that Cassie has the occasional nightmare or can’t even manage to get to sleep. Whenever this happens, she has a habit of breaking into Tim’s penthouse, knowing he’ll most likely be awake even at the most ungodly of hours. Whether it’s sitting in silence or talking about whatever’s keeping her up, just being near him always seems to be the solution to her problem.

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