Cassandra Cain {Wayne} (littleshiva) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-20 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cassandra cain (blackbat), logan howlett (wolverine) |
Who: Cassandra Cain and Logan Howlett
What: Playing Catch Up
When: Backdated: End of May; After Hellmouth
Where: Logan's Porch
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
A couple of days had passed with no vampires or demons attacking, so Cass was pretty sure that whatever had been going on was over. The vampires hadn’t been too difficult to fight, but some of the demons had been another story and she hoped that for awhile she’d just be going up against regular thugs and punks.
She’d done her usual routine at the gym that morning, meeting with the two gymnasts she helped coach then instead of spending a couple more hours at the gym, she’d decided to show and head over to visit Logan. It’d been a little while since she’d seen him, so it seemed like as good a time as any.
Sometimes it felt real good to deal with something unapologetically evil. No guilt about hurting someone who didn’t deserve it. Just straight up ass kicking and slicing and dicing.
But all good things must come to an end, and so Logan was relaxing with a beer on his porch when Cass drove up. “Hey kid.”
Cass smiled as she got out of the car and walked towards the porch, “Hey. How’s it going? You must be crushed that there are no more demons to fight.” She walked up onto the porch and leaned against the railing opposite Logan, “But it looks like you’re coping fairly well.” She gestured towards the beer; Logan’s favorite drink.
“There’s one in the fridge if you wanna join me,” he offered, scooting over to give her room on his bench. “Yeah, ain’t never had a problem killin’ demons. Feels like personal vengeance.”
Cass thought for a moment then took the seat beside him, “I’ll pass on the beer, but I’ll still join you.” She leaned back against the seat, stretching her long legs out in front of her, “Vengeance for what? Did one of them diss your hair or something?” She smirked at him, unable to help herself from teasing Logan just a little bit.
“In the dreams, someone did a ritual, sent my soul to hell an’ put a demon in my body.” Logan spoke as if demonic possession wasn’t unusual. “So killing demons? Personal pleasure.”
“Demonic rituals are a lot more common in our sort of dreams, huh?” Cass may not have ever had a demon inhabiting her body in the dreams, but she had died and been brought back in a Lazarus Pit and that wasn’t something that happened in most people’s dreams. At least not to her knowledge.
“Seems like it. Been to hell. Limbo, other places in between. Its like we can’t catch a break.” Logan scratched his jaw. “Met a few people who were kinda demons. Knew a little girl who got lost in Limbo. Came out a teenager. Had issues with her soul. But didn’t make her not a person.”
“I was never in hell or anything like that in my dreams, but I did die and get brought back and I was brainwashed and controlled. Ya know, the usual in our line of work.” There were horrible things about the dreams and Cass was glad that she had seemingly finished dreaming awhile ago, “Are you still dreaming?”
“Brainwashing.” Logan snorted. “Sure you don’t want a beer.” Anything with brainswashing needed a beer to wash away the bitter taste. “Nothin’ new since I died.”
“I’ve mostly gotten over it. I dreamt that awhile ago.” Cass said running a hand through her long black hair, “Last thing I dreamt about was coming back to Gotham and Bruce not really being dead and becoming Black Bat then saving Tim’s ass. It’s been awhile since I’ve dreamt anything, so I assume they’re over.”
“They’re never over. If you don’t get new ones you’ll get different ones.” Logan still wasn’t over that whole mess with Jean and then Japan. Sometimes, he was afraid he’d still see Jean out of the corner of his eye.
“Why do you have to put a damper on everything?” Cass teased, bumping Logan’s shoulder with her own, “I like thinking that my dreams are completely over and I don’t have to worry about any of that again.” There had been a few particularly awful dreams where she’d woken up in a cold sweat such as the one where her father had made her kill a man. That had been the night Jubilee had called Logan over to help comfort her. That had been an interesting night.
“Because I care,” he retorted. “But I’d be happy if you didn’t have to dream that kinda shit any more. Fuck, if I had to dream bad shit so that you don’t have to, I would.”
Cass smiled and leaned her head against Logan’s shoulder, “I appreciate that. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that my dreams are over though. It’s been a long time, so I’m leaning towards over.” She could deal with the crazy shit that happened if it meant that her dreams were over, “We should spare sometime. Haven’t done that in awhile.”
“You sure you wanna spar? I’d kick your ass. I’d kick my own ass.” Logan snorted, and knocked back his beer. “Might be good to loosen up.”
“Pfft! You know that’s not true.” They had sparred before and Cass was perfectly capable of handling herself with Logan, “I take down guys bigger than you when I go out patrolling. I think I can kick your ass pretty easily.” It was one of the many perks of inheriting her dream training.
“A lotta guys are bigger than me,” Logan pointed out. Hey, if he can’t joke about his own height, who could? “So that don’t mean anything.”
Cass smirked and nodded, “Very true. So, we should set aside some time to spar then. You could always come to the gym and we could do it there. I’m there most of the time.” She was looking forward to sparring with Logan now and hoped that they would be able to do it soon.
“I got time tomorrow. How about you?”
“Tomorrow sounds good to me. Wanna come by the gym around twelve thirty?” Cass was now very much looking forward to sparring with Logan, “I get done with my girls at ten so that’d give me time to warm up for you.”
Out of context that sounded really bad, Logan nodded. “Sounds good to me. You’ll need the warm up. Fuck, I’ll need the warm up.”