notfaking_it

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May 4

When their roles are posted, Lily smiles knowingly at Nina across the small crowd of mostly disappointed dancers, then crosses over to her and tells her they're going to have a party to celebrate. She tells Nina to invite whoever she wants, says she'll host it, it'll happen this weekend, then she disappears to make plans. She leaves Nina without time to protest on purpose.

On the night of the party, she has drinks and food set out in her kitchen. She's invited most of the people she knows and even a few she doesn't -- dancers, mostly, because she doesn't want to leave them out -- and there's already music playing even before anyone has arrived. The intention is to be casual, relaxed, but there are pills in Lily's pocket, for anyone who knows her well enough to ask, for anyone she thinks might need to relax a little.

Nina's doing better now, but Lily has no problem helping her come out of her shell if it comes to that. And she has no problem helping anyone else either.

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"Cassandra... mingle."

I don't know if I'm ordering her or pleading with her. She's always Batgirl, sometimes she just doesn't wear a mask. I don't want her to change that completely, I admire that about her. But I want her to have another life too.

"Just tell them you're an out of work artist or something. Also, if Barbara is here... you should know she kind of hates me. A lot."

"Cassandra? Hn, like it when you say my name like that." Cass replied, sliding her fingertips a little lower and teasing as he ordered her. She was fine where she was for the moment, she might move in a minute to... aggravate him. That was her newest word she had learned, she liked it. "She hates you? Hn... what did you do?"

I purposely don't react to what her hands are doing, because I know that's partially why she's doing it. Not that knowing makes it any easier.

"I was nice! I bought her ice cream! I... may have looked surprised when she told me her name, Barbara. Then I didn't tell her how I knew her."

She can feel the way he doesn't react, it's a deliberate act ignoring the way his body feels and it's even more deliberate that she responds back to that. Her fingernails curl against his skin, lightly scratching as she pressed her chest against his.

"Hn, you know she is like me? A bat. She might not... read the same but she still knows things." Cass replied. "It is like lying. And bats don't like liars. Did you do anything else?"

"I may have lied to her a lot," I admit. That probably pissed her off the most, and I can't blame her. Well, I can, but I shouldn't.

"Also, she tried to tail me so I went into a movie theatre because I knew she didn't have much money and would have to pay to get in. But I bought her ice cream later."

"You lied to Barbara?" Cass asked. She didn't voice her disapproval but it was in the way the light scratches turned sharp against his skin. Barbara, even this Barbara, was still family. "If... Bruce comes here don't do it to him. He won't like it."

And neither would Cassandra.

"Hn, you should apologise."

Okay, apparently lying to protect my secret identity is a big 'no' or something. I mean, yes, some people know but I wasn't sure if Cass told her who she was and... yeah, I'm getting that she's unhappy from the clawing.

"Even if I'm not sorry? And I don't care what she thinks. Or he thinks."

"I know you don't, I do. They're... family." Cass replied, nails turning softer against his skin. Her touch turning lighter, soothing and sweet. He was family too, just in a different way to the others. He was hers. "I want them, I want her to like you."

"Okay," I say after a moment. I can understand that. Sort of. Actually, not really, but that doesn't matter because if it makes her happy I'll do it. It's that simple.

"Okay, I'll make it right. I won't lie. To either of them. Any of them, any 15 of them that show up."

"Good," Cass replied, slipping her palm against his skin and pressing her hand into his hard muscles. She leaned into him, stretching up onto tiptoes to nip at his bottom lip before kissing him light. A quiet, gentle thank you in her own language. "They're not that many. Just... a few. You don't have to tell them about-" Flamingo Boy. "-if you want. That's okay."

It feels nice to do something that pleases her, which sounds so reasonable and simple but goes against everything I've ever done. The thank-you-kiss is worth it though.

"That's the only thing I'd like about," I say. It's not like I have any other secrets. Well, I do, but that's the only one people would ask about.

"But no lies. Not even that. I promise."

"So, if they asked you what you do to me at night in bed or in the shower then... you would tell them?" Cass teased, her voice light as she looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. She let out a soft laugh, murmuring a soft word to him before kissing him. "Okay, no lies. Except maybe about that or not. It might be fun to see his face if you told him that."

"I don't know, would it annoy them if I told them," I say, giving a cruel grin as I kiss her again. Anyone who asks a question like that deserves to be punched in the face or very disturbed by the answer.

"Hn, probably. Might make them angry more than annoyed." Cass replied, turning her head as he moved to kiss her so that his kiss landed high up her neck. It might have been seen as a brush off but it was deliberate, she much preferred him kissing her neck although perhaps not in public. Leaning into his lips, she let out a little breathless sigh. "They wouldn't ask... maybe Bruce would to find out your intentions."

I give Cass a playful bite on her neck, a warning, although it's probably encouraging more than anything else.

"My intentions?"

Even I don't know what my intentions are. I just want her to be happy like she deserves. I don't know if that qualifies as 'intentions' or not.

Her fingers slipped a little, eyes closing as she leaned into the playful bite. The sharp contact of teeth on skin making her breath catch and her lips curl into a small smile.

"Hn, yes. That's what they say in movies, they sit down the man and ask about intentions and sometimes they threaten them with dismemberment or put their feet in cement shoes." Cass replied simply, pressing against Kaine slightly for support.

"He's suppose to be a great detective," I tell her, pulling her closer to me and enjoying the feeling of her warmth against me. It's something I've gotten used to.

"He'll have to figure it out."

"World's finest," Cass said simpy, letting herself be pulled closer before she slipped her arms around him and his back. Lifting her head, she turned into him and kissed his lips softly. "He'll like you. So will Barbara. I know she will if you're not hn... an idiot."

I gave a snort, knowing that while she's trying to be nice, there's no chance that Barbara or Batman will ever like me. They wouldn't even like me if I wasn't with Cassandra, I'm sure they'll hate me even more because of that.

"They're not going to like me," I murmur against her mouth. "But I don't care."

"You don't?" Cass asked softly, smiling a little against his lips. She could feel the heat from him, from his body. It was a distraction, she should be focused but she didn't care because she loved him. "I'm glad. Hn, are you partied out yet?"

"If you want to leave, we can go," I tell her. I'm not all that much more uncomfortable here than I am in other social situations. I'm not going out of my way to chat people up, but it's not completely miserable.

"If you want to stay and talk to more of the dancers, that's fine too."

"We should go, I have to patrol soon and I would like to..." Cass let her voice trail off, looking at Kaine with a clear look that gave him an idea of her intentions of what she would like to. Sliding her hand up, she leaned up to kiss him pulling on the bottom of his lip with her teeth. "Let's go to our home. I'll talk to the dancers later."

"Mmmmm, okay," I say, giving her a smile. It's no surprise what Cass would like to do. She likes to do that a lot. So do I. Works out nicely that way.

"Let's say goodbye to Lily, then we can head home."

"Hn, okay." Cass said after a moment of pretending to think about it. Cass kissed him slowly, teasingly before pulling back as if she just thought about something. "Then later you can do the dishes."

"It's not like there's any other way they're going to get done," I say. Cleaning is not really Cass's specialty. Chores of any domestic nature aren't really her specialty.

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