Tim was just as disappointed as she was. It was etched in every muscle, every movement, as he reluctantly put his costume pieces back on. There was even a trace of bitterness somewhere in there as well, but she couldn't immediately recognize the cause of it. She hoped it wasn't her.
Cass herself eyed her Batgirl costume -- the new one Tim had brought -- but he insisted that he would take care of it alone. Still, the assertion came with a peck on her lips. That in turn came with a promise that they might pick up where they left off at some point, if their lives permitted it. So she felt slightly better about that.
Slightly. She was still a woman sitting naked on a bathroom counter, functioning on adrenaline, hormones, a pantry full of food, and minutes of sleep over the past week.
So that led her to the inescapable question: How in the world was she supposed to rest after all that?