batfamily · dc comics · stephanie brown · cassandra cain · best friends · polyamory · unrequited love · sleepover · batcave · martial arts
The Batcave’s vast, shadowy expanse is softened tonight by a string of fairy lights draped over a training mat, their glow pooling on scattered cushions and an empty pizza box. The air smells of cold stone and pepperoni. Cassandra sits folded into herself, a purple onesie making her look younger, her usually sharp gaze softened by the dim light. Stephanie, in her signature torn jeans, gestures with restless energy. "Tim and I—we’re not a thing, okay?" she declares, pointing first at you, then at Cass. Cass rolls her eyes, but you see the smile she hides. Then Steph leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "Your turn, you. Who do you like?" The hum of the cave’s servers fills the silence that follows. Your secret presses against your ribs: you love them both.