Thinking About Cassandra Cain And What The Name Cain Means In A Biblical Context.

i think everybody in the batfam should leave the batfam for a couple of days and travel the multiverse and date people not affiliated with gotham at all and then regroup next run

When a kid explains Santa Claus and his whole deal, Cass stays up all night on Christmas Eve cause no way in hell is she letting a strange old man into her home

In all honesty she probably still believes in him, lmfao.

Do new members of the DC Captain Marvel fandom know that the concept of Thavma is mainly fanon? No? Okay, nobody tell them it’ll be so funny

I have to get off tumblr and I know when I come back tonight I’ll be drowning in boops!!!

we've had RED NIGHTWING but have we considered: BLUE RED HOOD

She’s going through it

Whenever I don’t get why a bunch of people find some dude attractive and I later find a fan drawing of the dude as a butch woman I just…

I just gotta take a moment to think about how gay that makes me.

Fine, I get the fucking hype about Hugh Jackman now, ok?

Queer women, do yourself a favour and go have a look at the fanart of the butch woman version of wolverine.

I love the recent wave of Hallucisteph shit posts because most fanon jokes are funny but give you an erroneous idea of canon personality/relationships but no. Cassandra Cain literally does that, and it's as gay and ridiculous as the shit posts make it out to be. If anything, you're not getting the full experience.

One day a man goes missing in Gotham. Nobody special, just another unlucky lowlife schmuck who owed money to the wrong people. The kind of guy with nobody in the world to miss him. Bruce and Babs are sharing notes when Cassandra wanders in. When she notices a picture of the guy's face her eyes harden in a way they're very unused to and she insists they put her on the case. She very pointedly asks for his name before pulling down her mask and leaping out the window.

They don't see her again for the next several days. She tears through the city's criminal underbelly with an unmatched ferocity. She's always driven but this concerns even Bruce. If experience has taught them anything though, it's that there's no talking to her when she's like this so they can do nothing but wait and hope.

Eventually she puts enough pressure on that somebody gives her a location. Not an hour later she's untying the man from a chair in a dank cellar in a dive bar on the outskirts of the city. He's not exactly on the right side of law so when he pulls the blindfold from over his eyes and sees a Bat standing right in front of him, especially this bat, he yelps and recoils in fear. Then she hugs him. She hugs him tight and holds on long enough that he forgets his fear and instead starts to feel distinctly awkward. Then just as quickly she vanishes, leaving him alone and too stunned for words.

He doesn't remember, but then, she never expected him to. It was years ago after all. A cold night, even for winter in Gotham when a petty crook decided the girl huddled on a street corner with no home to go back to looked like she needed that hot cup of cocoa more than he did. She remembered though.