Cassandra Cain (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dyslexicbat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-08-06 21:16:00 |
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When: Awhile ago. Watch me blush. Backdated before Remy, after Jason
Where: Um. Somewhere?
Why: This shit doesn't fly.
Warnings: Ass-kicking?
Cassandra Cain had never been a very level person. Out of the other members of the Bat-family (except maybe Bruce) she considered herself the most emotionally unstable. All it took was one more straw, the hospitalization of her boyfriend, to revert her back into an old routinue. It only took one look at Jason to have her running back home (after he was safely in the hospital where she couldn't do much good now anyway) to find every single stash of deadly weapons she had throughout the house and start strapping them on.
At this point, she was not thinking about anyone. Not how disappointed they would all be. Not how proud David Cain would be. Not how smug Shiva would feel. Cass let instinct take over in a way it hadn't in a long time. She hesitated before leaving, looking at her costume and at the last moment, grabbed it.
There would be no mistakes made tonight. She couldn't afford to.