video; id: cassandra cain-wayne

[cassassin]

[cass is sitting in a parlor or sitting room or something in wayne manor, slumped into a large high-backed armchair. she's got classical music playing somewhere in the background. to say her expression is... troubled? doesn't do it justice. even with the video on, she isn't really focused on her comm's camera while the feed runs, though she glances directly towards it here and there. she looks distracted, like her mind is elsewhere. she's trying to process a lot right now.]

My father... Bruce Wayne. He's ported out. Long enough that... [well. she finishes that thought with a sigh and a vague gesture of her free hand. imPorts know the drill by now: it's been long enough that it's a safe assumption he's home for good, or close to it.] ...Thought people should know.

[for a moment she looks like she's about to say something else, before apparently thinking better of it. so instead, she shakes her head and switches off the feed. not the most verbose post but she's bad at words.]

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[private voice | encrypted]

[batburgers]

Just like that, huh.

[Jason is definitely not using video because he's not wearing the helmet and doesn't want her looking at him knowing everything right now.]

At least we're not all thinking he's dead this time.

perma all that

[cassassin]

[it's okay to feel things, jason]

Just like that. [she sighs.] Think he... left you something. In the cave. Didn't touch it.

[batburgers]

Of course he did. [There is a bit of wariness there. Sometimes Bruce and he have very unhealthy ways of showing they care about each other.]

Does it at least blow up?

[cassassin]

Jason, no.

[batburgers]

Didn't think so, but a guy can have a little hope.

[cassassin]

I have explosives. Can set you up, if you want?

But uh. There's a message, I think? And he left something on the car.

[batburgers]

I can get my own explosives. It's the thought that counts. [Bruce couldn't even leave him something flashy and expensive, but when she says something about the car--the fucking Batmobile--and Jason sits up a bit straighter.]

Is that something he left on the car keys?

[cassassin]

[j a s o n]

Car's mine. Nice try.

[batburgers]

Not surprised. You're definitely the favorite here.

[And he gets the feeling she would be the favorite even with Dickface, the Replacement and Demon Brat around. Maybe she'd have to fight it out with Duke. Bruce is really into that kid.]

For a billionaire he can be really cheap on the goodbye gifts.

[cassassin]

And the... one who wants the cowl.

[she's pretty confident she wouldn't be the favorite if her other brothers were here, but ya girl hates herself big-time. and she considers:]

Cave is ours. House is ours. The money, tech... [yes maybe those are less "gifts" and more an inheritance. what of it.]

[batburgers]

I died once, I don't need that kind of noose around my neck.

[Being Batman is upholding to stupid ass morals and rules that will either get you killed, or get the people you care about killed while you do nothing to stop it. No thanks.]

What do you mean the Cave is ours? Bruce doesn't just give me access to the Cave. He makes me sneak in and hack into his stuff but acts like he doesn't notice.

[cassassin]

[she wants to give jason a chance. and lucky for her, being batman doesn't mean the same thing to her that it does to bruce.]

The cave is mine, for now. I'm giving you access. Easy.

[batburgers]

And if he comes back and doesn't approve? [If not when because who knows what happens around here besides people coming and going and half the time they're not even the right version in the first place from what he's looked up.]

[cassassin]

My problem, not yours.

[she can kind of guess what he's doing here and she doesn't entirely care for it.]

Coming over or not?

[batburgers]

[She doesn't take the bait which does raise his esteem of her a bit, since usually Bats fall for it very easily. Get worked up when he presses their buttons. Except Tim.]

I'll be there.

video ; private

[khajidont]

[ So that's it, huh? First Ted, now Bats. Who's next? ]

Ah, geez. I'm sorry. I know it's... hard, when you're separated from your people. [ More of your people. There's a whole Batfamily that's not here. ]

...let me know if you need anything, all right? Doesn't gotta be talking. Sometimes even just letting off some steam can help.

[cassassin]

Thanks. [the only other bats here now are jason and terry. who allowed this?? she sighs, shifting in her seat. cass listens as jaime goes on.]

How's your... hand-to-hand? [she's probably going to break a few gym bags and push the kitchen as far as it goes.]

[khajidont]

Not bad. Not on par with yours, but I can hold my own.

Plus, I cheat. It means you can really pull out all the stops.

[cassassin]

[that gets a chuckle.]

A handicap helps. [after a moment] Meet you at the Hall, later?

[khajidont]

It's a plan. You'd better give me an ass-whupping to remember, or else I'm gonna be disappointed.

[cassassin]

[ohhhh jaime. you know not what you do.]

You asked for it.

[khajidont]

Remind me that I told you that when I'm regretting, like, every decision I've made to get up to this point. I'll see you soon.

[Voice - Private]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Shit. She'd really hoped he hadn't been gone.]

I'm so sorry. How are you holding up?

[cassassin]

[cass sighs a little.]

Okay, I think. Have to be. [she's kind of still processing it.]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[For most people she would question whether they had to be fine. But she'd seen what Bruce had been like and Cass briefly during the coma.]

I know we don't really know each other very well, but I'm here for you, okay?

[cassassin]

[she approaches the work pretty similarly to how bruce does. for better and for worse.]

Okay. Thanks. [cass tries to work out something else to say, drawing a blank at first. communicating effectively when she's not face to face still isn't the easiest.]

Are... you okay?

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[She's quiet for a little bit.]

I will be.

You're allowed to take time and deal with this.

[cassassin]

[there's the sound of a scoff. almost close to bruce's hh. she's been spending too much time around him.]

No, I'm not. Too much to do. More, with him gone. I don't... have time to take.