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[cassassin]

"Uh, hi. This is Cassandra, sorry I... missed you. Leave a message?"



"... Make it good."

[specify cass or batgirl]

Comments

text for Batgirl - ID reads Kid Flash

[runningstart]

HEY HEY HEY do u know who i am

robin told me about u

audio;

[cassassin]

What?

[TRY AGAIN WALLY]

Voice - ID Kon-El

[tactile_telekinesis]

Hey Cass, it's Kon!

Just wondering if you want to meet up at some point and go for coffee? [Then it sinks in the way he said it and there's a beat.]

You know, just to hang out or whatever as friends.

Uh, how are you?

[Awkward turtle activate!]

[cassassin]

[She laughs. Superboy pls.]

Hi. I'm... better. [Things were complicated, with the Archangel aftermath and Bat problems, but things were clearing up a little on her side.] You?

[chiroptophobic]

Still no word from Robin. Have you spoken to any of the other members of his team?

[cassassin]

Wally, a week ago.

voice

[performance]

Guess who's back! Glad to hear you didn't have to dress up as me.

voice

[cassassin]

[!!!!! DICK]

It could have been fun. Anything... interesting happen? [She's still curious about his world, okay.]

text - backdated to robin's return

[runningstart]

ROBINS BACK

you probably already know
idk how you people do it

BUT HES BACK DID YOU SEE

text;

[cassassin]

[Waiting for the screenreader to report back...'kay.]

He already called

Good timing

Almost had to dress as him

Text; ID is Scarecrow

[restingstitchface]

Why did you return, little bat? For your friends? Your family? Did you crave acceptance? You must be enjoying the fact the cave's all yours. Being the only one to tread silently along its ground. Hide in its shadows. It was your home, once. Those happy boys. Those happy lives.

Now there's nothing left in your lives! Do you want my professional advice? Let go. Fly away. Leave the nest. All children must become independent.

[Was the swearing-in the real target of his experiment? Was it the Bat Family? Or, perhaps, both? Wherever she'd been hiding, in Maurtia Falls or back in her own version of Gotham, this has gone according to plan.

Great bait, Crane. You ought do it again.]

voice

[performance]

Cass?

... I have something that's been on my mind a lot lately, but I don't know how to go to Bruce about it. Or if I even should. And I don't know who else to talk to, either, because there aren't that many people who even understand the kind of thing we do or how or why, and I— can I just talk to you? Sometime? When you're not busy?

You're a good listener.

[ This is why he normally texts. ]

voice

[cassassin]

[Dickiebird you are massively overestimating how much of a life she has. About an hour later--]

Should I come over?

text; id says blue beetle iii

[khajidont]

[ Boy, he had a hell of time starting this message. What does he say? Sorry about your not-dad? Eventually he settles on: ]

Hey

Just checking in. You need anything?

encrypted audio; id: batman

[cassassin]

[Regardless of how soon after the fact this message arrives, Cass is already focused on what she knows has to happen. Even if she really, really doesn't like it. She's wanted to take over for him for so long, but not like this.

Either way, hence the ID. For the time being, it's happening, even if she's still trying to get it to come together.]

Hi. M'fine. [She is super clearly not.]

text for "batman" (i.e. message at the acct she used to contact izuku)

[nextsymbol]

Hello again, this is Midoriya Izuku.

A couple of my classmates arrived after our conversation. Would you be open to letting them demonstrate their powers tomorrow, too? Their names are Yaoyorozu Momo and Bakugo Katsuki.

Thank you for your time.

text;

[cassassin]

[Ugh, texting as Batman is tricky. Even trickier than texting as Batgirl. It requires more conscious work to make sure the text is Presentable, which is a hassle when it's generous to say you can barely read. Cassandra Cain's reading level is analogous to the driving skill of a kid backing the car out of the driveway and nearly clipping the mailbox.

Plus it's just... filtering the adoption of a persona through a communication form she's not super adept with. Anyway. Speech to text on, autopunctuation/capitalization selected...]

That should be fine.

Have you run a combat simulation before? Have they?

voicemail, so as she can choose when to call back

[pummelgranite]

Hey, sorry about earlier. It was- uh. I dunno, I'm just sorry. Call me if you want to talk.

[cassassin]

[she's not even sure whether to listen to the voicemail at first, when she sees it. finally she does, but it only raises more questions. about an hour after the voicemail, she calls back.]

Hi.

Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[She almost goes for voice, considering how ugly the black eye looks. But that would just be dancing around the issue, wouldn't it?

So the first thing she does is gesture to her face.]

Cass? I'm fine. This is nothing. Whatever else you may have done, it wasn't your fault.

Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[With a tremendous amount of will power, she's able to wait a day before the next message.]

You don't need to do this alone, Cass. I told you I'd be here for you, and that's not going to change.

INSTAGRAM DM. i do what i want.

[areou]

( listen, sometimes you just gotta go for it. hot girl posts an insta story from the same gym she's definitely at right now? it's not just that she needs the distraction; she could use a new sparring partner. magnus is fucking useless. )

hey you come here often

( the gym. she means the gym. smooth. )

[cassassin]

[her screenreader drones out the message when she checks her phone during a break, and cass glances around, puzzled. the flirting does.... not quite come through in the robot voice. she clicks through to clarisse's profile, and oh. hot girl. oh no. a little more looking around and--okay. there. after a moment, there's a soft, slightly raspy voice from behind clarisse. she does that.]

Sometimes. [hi clarisse, it might not have been clear from her insta but she's also like. 5'1". tiny.]

[Voice] for Cass

[batburgers]

Fuck bars. And clubs. And Fake Reno. Why do we go to bars so much?

[cassassin]

It's always your idea.

DELIVERY

[khajidont]

[ Merry Christmas, Cass! She'll get a card and a book filled with in-motion photographs of dancers. ]

CHRISTMAS.

[fridgeflower]

[ However the exchange happens, Cass get a music box with several ballet/opera discs. ]

text for Cass

[alreadywon]

so I'm at an animal shelter because reasons, and I want to adopt this guy and name him Harvey.

can we keep him?

voice

[cassassin]

[ oh holy shit that cat is perfect. and she loves the joke. though.... wait tim what. whatever. ]

Yes. [ a beat ] Still can't read, Tim. Texting's... a pain.

voicemail;

[fridgeflower]

Hey! It's me.

If you're free soon, I want to show you something. It's not, like-- Well. It's coffee again, but it's-- Probably kind of dumb, actually, that I have feelings about a coffee shop, but I do, and... I don't know. I want to share them with somebody?

It makes logical sense. I promise.

[cassassin]

[ her thoughts turn to brenda's cafe in bludhaven, and that stings.

really, she just. needs to have an open conversation with laurie anyway. ]

It's not dumb. My afternoon's open?

Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[The second Barbara arrives in De Chima, she whips out her communicator.]

Cass?

[She already knows it's been a few months. Just disappearing on Cass was a dread she'd carried with her, in the back of her mind, constantly. The worry screams in the tension of her shoulders, and the irrational guilt plays backup.]

[cassassin]

Barbara?

[ cass is. very surprised. happy, thrilled, but--she stands up, already trying to get herself out the door of the manor. ]

I'm still here. You remember?

Text then video

[morethanasuperstar]

hey do you think you could do me a favor?
it's not important or an emergency or anything

[ But before Cass can type a response (possibly before she can even read), Laura remembers herself and makes it a video call ]

Shite, sorry. Forgot about text. Are you busy?

[cassassin]

[ well ok then ]

Always, but I can... make time. What's up?

action you know why i'm here

[giveaway]

[It's kinda weird ringing the doorbell to Wayne Manor and not going in some secret entrance, but here she is. In her arms are bags with several pints of ice cream and crappy DVDs(do people still use DVDs in the far off future of 2019). Steph texted Cass that was she coming over, but didn't mention it was ice cream time.

However, it's always ice cream time.

As she waits, she rocks a little, shifting her weight from one leg to the other then back.]

[cassassin]

[ aaaand the door clicks open. and swings in on its own. it's not a ghost, it's cass using the security system. probably. and of course, cass rounds the corner and comes down the hall--and there's a stupid smile she can't shake at seeing steph--and she's wearing... a bat kigurumi. with yellow trim.

she wasn't... expecting to go anywhere today. and she's still not. she tucks the tablet she was swiping on under her arm and smiles, taking some of the bags from steph. ]

Hi. What's all this?

audio

[giveaway]

Did you see? Tim's back.

[she sounds even less happy than one might usually be considering awkward ex friendship stuff.]

[cassassin]

I did. Don't think he's ours, though...

You okay?

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara doesn't look great.

She stubbornly regained some kind of composure, before calling Cass. She pummelled her punching bag until her knuckles bled, but they're wrapped in bandages now. She washed her face; her eyes are only slightly red.

But it's clear, in every line of her body, how sick and angry and lost she is.]

Hi, Cass. I don't... [I don't want to put this on you, I don't want you to see me like this, I don't want you to think I'm weak. Except none of that is fair to Cass, is it? And they've been trying so hard to be honest and open with each other, and - Cass is easily the person she trusts most in this world.

Her head dips as she rubs her eyes.] I got infected. With the kryptonite. [She huffs out a laugh, low and bitter.] The nice kind. The "turns off the violent and angry parts of your brain" kind. Really should be the safest one.

[cassassin]

[ she draws in a sharp breath, looking her over on the video. she can't help the way her eyes widen here, and--

no. not like this. so, simply: ]

I'm coming over.

untraceable text

[maskormods]

//

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l•-l-e-l
e-m-r-u
e•-n
e-b-d-a-i-e
r-s-r-o-e•-s
h-l•-l•-l-f
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Encrypted text, post-apocalypse

[kid_flash_found]

I could use your help with something. Is there a time we can meet?

[ ooc: Time to get around to that sparring? ]

audio

[cassassin]

[ after waiting for her screenreader to drone that out... ]

Have a place in mind?

merry christmas

[the_caped_crusader]

[ merry christmas, cass. here's a check for $5,000, placed inside a generic holidays card with no words inside of it, just a picture of a christmas tree, left on your bed. ]