#Bruce… get cass a bigger bathtub please!!

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Batgirl (2000) #65

#SOMEONE PLEASE INTRODUCE THIS YOUNG LADY TO MICHAEL FLATLEY’S LORD OF THE DANCE AND THEN BLOCK ACCESS TO THIS GARBAGE #CASS SAW THE NAME REALITY TV AND THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD PLACE TO PICK UP SOCIAL SKILLS TO INTERACT WITH OTHERS… TO THE DISMAY OF BABS #THIS IS ADORABLE BEYOND WORDS BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO HOLD AN INTERVENTION ON HER BEHALF #SWEETHEART YOU ARE FAR TOO GOOD AND PURE TO BE WATCHING REALITY TV!! DONT FALL DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #batgirl #cassandra cain #fite princess #funny #dammit cass #Bruce… get cass a bigger bathtub please!! #Bruce is failing as a parent here #well this is awkward

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Whumptober 2020 Day 26 - Migraine

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne Summary: No one could find Damian. A/N: Some fluff after yesterday’s angst. Cass is still leaning about the world around her. Jason basically makes a blanket nest in the tub for Damian.

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The manor was in an uproar.

No one could find Damian. He wasn’t in his room, or the cave, or the garden, or even the library. There was no sign of him leaving the grounds.

Bruce and Dick were both already panicking. Someone snuck in, they said. Talia, or Ra’s, or the Court of Owls. Someone used magic to grab him, to hurt him.

Tim fed on that Ra’s theory. Because he was always the culprit, wasn’t he? When it came to Damian, anyway. Anything to steal him back, anything to warp the child’s mind.

Alfred just fretted, this way and that. Looking himself, but knowing better than to recheck the same places seven times. His panic may have been born of their past losses. Because he’d lost so many of his family so quickly, so mysteriously before.

Cassandra, though. She seemed to know something. But kept it to herself. At least, until Jason caught the look in her eye, silently followed her up the stairs.

“You know where he is.” He accused as they reached the landing. She turned and looked at him blankly, and, in her defense, didn’t deny it.

“…Yes.” She hummed. “But. I do not know how to help him, and he asked to be left alone.”

Jason sighed. “You could have at least told someone.”

She shook her head. “You know how Bruce is.” She twisted her lips. “Would not honor what he wanted.”

“…Tell me where he is.”

“Like I just said.” Cassandra crossed her arms. “We need to honor his-”

“Not if he’s hurt, we don’t.” Jason snapped. But his face immediately softened. “Now, I’m not Bruce, you know that. Tell me where he is, I’ll check on him. And if I think he’s fine, then I’ll give him what he wants and leave him be.”

“Not hurt.” Cassandra promised. “Just…” She frowned, unsure. “Head?” She pointed to her own. “Headache. But…bigger.”

Jason nodded knowingly. “Take me to the kid, Cass. Please.”

Reluctantly, she nodded, and spun away, trotting down the hall. Jason followed as close as he could, in case she might try to lose him in the journey.

She didn’t, though. Even glanced back a few times to make sure he was still there. She led him to an unused bedroom, one Jason, and everyone in the family, knew all too well.

Thomas and Martha’s.

Bruce never used it, and Alfred never talked about it. Only cleaned it. It was unspokenly off-limits.

Cass pushed the door open.

But Jason didn’t quite understand, because the bedroom was empty too. He opened his mouth to protest, but hesitated when Cassandra veered off towards a closed door. She didn’t open it when she reached it, though. Just stood next to it and waited for him.

When he approached, she held her finger to her lips. Only when he nodded, did she turn and slowly open the door.

The bathroom.

It was a bathroom, Jason could tell by their backlit reflection in the mirror across the room. But otherwise, the room was dark. The lights weren’t on.

Jason reached for the switch on reflex, but Cassandra instantly grabbed his wrist. She glared angrily at him for a moment, before her face relaxed, and she pointed to the far end of the space. The bathtub.

Jason silently walked into the room, let his eyes adjust a little as he moved forward. Already, he could see a shape in the tub. A body curled in on itself, arms covering its head.

“…Hey, kid.” He whispered as softly as he could. Damian shifted. “How you feeling?”

“Terrible.” Damian admitted. “…I’ve tried blocking all sound and light, but it did not help. I just puked anyway.”

“Yeah, migraines do that.” Jason offered sympathetically. “You drank anything lately?”

“No.” Damian groaned. “I…haven’t done anything by lay here. If I move too much I get nauseous.”

“Okay, then.” Jason turned back to Cassandra. “Mind being my errand girl for a quick sec?”

She twisted her lips, but nodded.

“Okay. Go get me a couple bottles of water, some pain killers, a blanket and a pillow.” He listed. “And while you’re doing that, let everyone know we found him, but to leave us alone. And that if they don’t, I’m kicking them all in their dicks.”

Cassandra smirked at that. “What…does he have?”

“It’s called a migraine, and it sucks. But he’ll be fine.” He smiled though. “Thanks for protecting him, though.”

She looked away in embarrassment but nodded as she dashed out of the room. As he heard the bedroom door close, Jason slowly felt around the space for the ledge of the tub and sat down on the cold floor.

“You don’t have to stay.” Damian mumbled. “It’ll pass. Always does.”

“I know they do. I have them all the time too.” Jason hummed. “Just like I know they pass faster when there’s someone there with me. Being quiet, of course.”

He heard Damian shift again, and silently reached his hand into the bath. A second later, he felt Damian’s shaky fingers latch on to his, and squeeze.

“Thanks, Todd.”

Jason felt himself smile, just to himself. He squeezed Damian’s fingers back. “Any time, kiddo.”

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