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[cassassin]

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



"... Make it good."

[specify cass or batgirl]

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[bodilesswarrior]

[She does, and it's enough to stop her from scoffing, from burrowing into comfortable loathing - towards herself, or towards him.]

He's been a monster to me for so long. [It began before he shot her, really, though of course that changed the paradigm.] I've always believed...mercy, redemption, they're important. [Cass knows that already, of course.] Lord, I gave Savant a job after I threatened to tear his lungs out.

[And both offers were equally sincere.]

But him. He's different. [She frowns, and the wheels turn in her head, because that means she gives him more power than any of the others.]

[cassassin]

Not saying he's a good person. He's-- I know what he's done.

[ she exhales. ]

Do you... want me to talk? Or just listen? [ it's a genuine question. whatever would be most helpful for barbara here. it's starting to seem like she just needs a sounding board and a grounding presence, but she's not sure. ]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Of course she does. What he's done has hung over the whole family, time and time and time again, threatening to suffocate them.

But she didn't know Jason, before he died. She didn't know Barbara before -

That makes her a little more objective.

Her hands stop trembling.]

I need...to make this useful. [Her voice is ragged, still, but determined.]

You fought him once, Cass. [They haven't spoken much about it, not since that night. Just thinking about it has made her stomach twist with dread.] What did you see?

[cassassin]

[ that was... a mistake, back then. not something she'd ever repeat now. stupid, selfish, a weird bit of pride-- ]

... What I saw was... it didn't make sense. Couldn't read him. Not like Deathstroke, or Ravager, he's... they were like there were... too many voices. Couldn't pick out the right one. But Joker... It was... gibberish. Even here, he's... I don't know.

[bodilesswarrior]

[It was the sort of rookie move they all made, really; so desperate to prove themselves, regardless of the consequences.

She grimaces, a little, but there's no surprise in it.]

His mind works differently. The conversation we had last night - I didn't even think it was possible. ...But if there's more there, underneath -

[She hesitates. Swallows the bile that threatens to rise.

Cassandra isn't her.]

Do you think you could understand more, if you kept watching him?