Eleventh Unused Utility Belt | Video, Spam

[hellofist]

Um. I'm awake, now.

[Have a wave and half a smile, Barge.]

Didn't mean... to worry anyone. Sorry. I'm okay, though. I know... things have changed. Birthday passed. Was going to be... first one. Never knew it, growing up. Guess weapons... weren't allowed them. Merlin said, can have party. Don't know how, though. Could use tips.

Want to see everyone. Can meet somewhere, or you... come to Merlin's room. Staying here now, moved stuff already. It's... safer, this way. For my heart.

[That doesn't make a lot of sense out of context though, does it? She sighs and her smile fades, dissolves into a look that's somewhere between uncomfortable and just sad.]

There's a man here, David Cain. My father.

[She's truthful almost all of the time anyway, but this is when it becomes clear she's affected by this flood.]

Don't kill him. He's not... worth your time. Deserves a chance. Bad father, bad man, deserves to die, maybe should die, but... deserves his chance, too. Just leave him alone. Don't want people... getting hurt. Love you all too much.

That's... guess that's all.


Private to Bruce Wayne
Don't anymore, okay? Once is enough.

I love you.



Private to David Cain
Promise still stands. You kill anyone, I kill you.

... Hope this place... works, for you.



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[Some people deserve to see her in person without waiting so she goes to them first, knocks and knocks and knocks on their doors until they open up, let her in. Once they do, they'll have an armful of Cass because there's no stopping her once she sees those faces again.]

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[hellofist]

And we both... need you, too.

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[theonlyresponse]

I wish you didn't.

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[hellofist]

That wish... won't come true. I'm glad it won't.

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[theonlyresponse]

Why?

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[hellofist]

I'm happy, loving you. Needing you. Why would... I change that?

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[theonlyresponse]

Because you deserve better.

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[hellofist]

Do you think... I'm dumb?

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[theonlyresponse]

No. I think you're a little too forgiving sometimes, but you're not dumb.

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[hellofist]

Think I don't... know what I want? Can't tell own needs?

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[theonlyresponse]

No, I don't mean that at all. [Strained:] I don't know why you do, and it comes back to disappointing you. I'm just going to keep doing it. I'm not reliable, Cassandra.

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[hellofist]

People who say, you deserve better? Almost always mean, they think... they know better.

Everyone disappoints, can't avoid. So stop complaining. My choice, end of story.

[She loves you and nothing you can say will convince her to give up on that, Bruce. So there.]

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[theonlyresponse]

[Voice cracks:] I wish... I wish I'd had you with me when I lost Jason. I need you.

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[hellofist]

[Her voice, on the other hand, is soft and filled with how much she cares for him.]

Wish that too. I'm here now, for you. Always will be.

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[theonlyresponse]

[He just makes a strangled noise that sounds in between a choke and a sob (mostly a choke) and cuts the feed.]

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[hellofist]

[Well, this can't end this way. As soon as the feed cuts off Cass is on her way to Bruce's room, knocking on his door loudly.]

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[theonlyresponse]

[Well this can't end well.] Don't come in even if I can't be alone right now. I don't want you to see me like this.

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[hellofist]

Shut up and open door.

[Honestly, she will find a way to break this door down.]

[theonlyresponse]

[Long silence, and then he opens the door.

He only left the cave twice since the flood started and generally tried to shut off the network but compulsive honesty is compulsive honesty. The emotional strain has taken a heavy toll; he's not upset but he's burnt out, just unable to process very much of anything.

Oh, and there's the matter of the broken nose and a few other bruises from his encounter with Jason.]

[hellofist]

[Of course when she sees him her hands immediately lift toward the marks on his face. Careful fingers trace tear tracks and bruised skin alike while Cass frowns up at him.]

Who?

[theonlyresponse]

[He nearly pulls away instinctively until he realises what she's doing, and then he just feels shame for letting her see the bruises.] Jason. He was angry - I deserved it.

[hellofist]

Should have said. Would have brought... something, for it. Can set nose, at least.

[She could just do it, but generally people don't like it when you just pop their broken bits back into place with no warning.]

[theonlyresponse]

Don't. [Let it stay there; he deserves it.]

[hellofist]

[She almost ignores him and fixes it anyway, but in the end listening to him will go farther. She pats his cheek gently, careful to keep her hand away from the bruises there, but that's all she does.]

Why was he angry? What happened?

[theonlyresponse]

I failed him. What else happens?

[hellofist]

Life failed him. Other... other Bruce did. [It's strange, difficult, to admit that, but it doesn't make it any less true.]

Not you.