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[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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[surfaceshine]

[It breaks his heart to hear her say those things, not the least because he knows well how no matter how many times he says she's not broken, she's not a monster, she can't believe him. It's not the type of thing anyone else can convince another person of, not when it's a belief that sinks all the way down to the core.

Not when she looked into the eyes of death and felt it look back. Dean doesn't read bodies like she does, but he's seen the impossible,

Dean lets her talk, and when she stops and she's staring at her hands, he lets his own slip off her head to take them. There's no blood, and he covers her palms with his, closes his fingers firmly but gently and dips his head to try to find her eyes.]

That isn't your fault. You were a kid, you trusted him, and he let you down. That's all.

[Normally he'd stop there, but he doesn't even notice himself going on instead.]

When I was four, my mom was killed by a demon, and my dad was never the same. He grabbed up me and Sam and never looked back - I was terrified. I thought he'd gone crazy. So did everyone else. And then he was right - there were things out there. Demons. Ghosts. Monsters. And I couldn't talk to anyone about it without risking being taken away from him, from Sam.

There was this hunt in Indiana. Shtriga. It was feeding on kids, it... Dad told me to watch Sammy, but I didn't, and it almost got him. I nearly lost him then. Dad blamed me, because I wasn't there to stop it. I was nine.

None of us were ever quite the same after that. 'Cept Sammy.

[He trails off for a moment, because he can't not; but he knows the way around that gaping hole, knows how to focus and put one foot in front of the other, and he does so now. Drawing himself back together, he breathes out.]

That wasn't my fault either. [He doesn't believe that. He's trying, but he doesn't, but he's trying.]

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[hellofist]

I wish...

[But she trails off, because she doesn't know what she wishes. She can't wish for another father, she can't wish she was normal, she can't wish for anything to change. If it hadn't been for David Cain, she wouldn't have been broken in the first place and needed the cowl, needed the skin of Batgirl to make her feel whole again. Being Batgirl has always felt like the bandage keeping all her broken parts from spilling out and shattering even worse.

She'd lost that, once. A psychic had fixed her brain, put the words in her head without her permission, fixed her for his own benefit because he wanted to understand her. She'd gotten words, speaking, it had unlocked the ability to move forward, but she couldn't read bodies anymore. She started losing fights. Batman took the cowl.

When it comes down to it, she'd rather be broken with a cowl than whole with all the words she needs to explain herself. Her father made that true. So what can she wish for when she doesn't want to change?]

Don't know. Just... hard to feel... good, with him here. He made me this. So now... everyone will know, what he wanted me for. To do. To be.

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean waits patiently, wishing in his own turn that he knew what was going on behind her eyes when her face looks like that, when she's out of his reach and hurting. So he transfers both of her hands into one of his, uses his free one to push at her hair again, because that's the best way he knows to reassure.

The words are just a weak supplement.]

Sweetheart, anyone who knows you at all isn't gonna give a shit what he wanted. We know who you are. That's what this place is all about if it's about anything at all.

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[hellofist]

[That's true enough. The people who really do care about her know almost everything there is to know by now, or at least have a good idea. They've made the decision to trust her because she's never shown any desire to hurt them, because she doesn't want to hurt them.

She might be a weapon, but she's no gun to be pointed wherever her father likes, now. She's a monster, but she holds her leash. No one else. Nodding, Cass steps forward to hug Dean.]

Will try... to remember.

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[surfaceshine]

[And Dean, in turn, welcomes her in.]

See that you do. I don't let anyone talk about my friends that way. You hear?

[It's a rhetorical question, full of mock severity. He just tightens his arms.]

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[hellofist]

[She nods, awkward as it is with her cheek pressed into his chest.]

I hear. Will remember. [And then, quietly,] Thank you, Dean.