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Once upon a time, there was a girl, born to be something unlike the world had ever seen. A dancing hunter. But she didn't want that. And so, she ran away.

She was only a runaway girl named Cain.

[au blog for cassandra cain at the age of twelve, canon divergent.]
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「☣」            Conner had gotten the call and he’d flown out there as fast as he could, trying to make sure that no one got hurt before he could intervene with the fight. Luckily no one had been besides maybe a few scrapes. Nothing life threatening was good, very good, in his book. So he set about doing exactly what he’d come out here to do: get the job done. 

            It didn’t last very long, although the thrill of the battle had blood roaring in through his ears. His pulse was racing and he knew he had to make sure everyone was alright. Even if he could scan them all with a blink of the eye, it was still good to make sure. Although he blinked for a second as a girl approached him and he turned around to see her. 

           ”Yeah, I’m fine. Are you alright? What about everyone else?” He asked, wetting his lips a little to rid them of the dust that had kept there.

Cassandra blinks for a moment, but is relieved when she can recognize those patterns in sound. Concern and reassurance, but he was still tense. A fight did that, though- she knew that better than anyone.

yes," The girl chirps after concentration and realization, looking the taller man in the eyes. "we covered us." That was absolutely the right way to say it, she was sure of it. Except not really. Words were hard.

will they come back?" She asks, looking at the remains of the fight. Sometimes bad guys stayed gone, and sometimes they came back with a vengeance- though sometimes, rarely, they got out but they did nothing. He had fought them, so he seemed the best to ask. Although, she didn’t expect to be in this town by the time they could come back. 

(Source: notmyfatherstool)


Not an avid conversationalist, then. Perhaps X should take this as his cue to leave, but curiosity was a powerful thing and he was no stranger to carrying one-sided conversations.

"Right. ‘Course."

X moved to perch on the raised edge of the roof and lean forward, elbows braced against his thighs. It was entirely possible (if a remote possibility) that his was a mistake — perhaps he was talking to a tykebomb, or an alien disguised as a young girl (at this point, Jason wouldn’t be fazed). Then again, perhaps she was just remarkably good at climbing buildings.


"Most adults couldn’t climb this high, kid. Gotta admit, I’m wondering how you did it."

For a moment, she frowned. Words she didn’t understand… granted, that was most of them. If not all- she knew the associations of certain sounds mixed together, but that wasn’t the same, in the end. But through the guard he wouldn’t drop, she could see something else. Curiosity and caution. Those things went together often, she had noted long ago, but she had seen even more times where caution was thrown to the wind for the sake of sating curiosity. 

Those times usually didn’t end well.

what?" Not the best way to illustrate that she didn’t understand a lot of things he was saying, but hey, it worked. Usually. Wrinkling her nose, Cassandra frowns. Sometimes people assumed she was making fun of them. That also usually didn’t end well. For them, anyways.

(Source: notmyfatherstool)

abamentia started following you

It starts with a tug at the man’s cape to get his attention. She knew of the Batman, of his crusade against crime. And she knew tonight there would be something terrible- she saw her father there, after all. ”this way," Cassandra insists, pointing to the way she came. "hurry.

birdiewonder started following you

She looks at the boy curiously before speaking. “you look…" Cassandra pauses for a moment to search for the right word. It’s far more difficult than it sounds, because she really only vaguely knows what less than half of these words mean. "tired.

Watching while eating chocolate ice cream on a bench.


It was’t uncommon for Red X to be found among the Jump City rooftops; it was his natural territory, after all. That, and the alleyways below. Neither was it uncommon for him to encounter others up there.

Yet usually such encounters erupted into a bout of sparring. More frequently, the other party tended to sport spandex. This kid (how old could she be? Thirteen?) in civvies was a curiosity, standing atop the next rooftop (a rooftop with no visible access) and eyeing the thief with frank, unabashed interest. As if a stranger in a skull mask were merely a novelty.

X hopped across the gap between buildings, landing several metres from the girl; he remained crouched and matched her gaze.

Well. She wasn’t running.


"Past your bedtime, kid?"

Past your bedtime. She knew those words, kind of. Sometimes people who saw her at night but didn’t get that she was one of those kinds of kids would ask that, and tell her she should go home. They were either said with concern or contempt, but never cruelty- and this one was no different. Not quite concern, no contempt- simply… curious. 


Cassandra did her best not to grin at that, especially with how guarded he was- guarded men reacted to things differently, after all- and shook her head. ”no.

Never mind the fact that while she knew the words, she didn’t quite know what a bedtime was. She’d figure it out if it ever became important. Just like words. She was getting the important ones down, slowly- though she would admit there was a certain joy whenever she realized what something fully meant on her own. 

(Source: notmyfatherstool)


Okay clearly that didn’t work. Stop running your thoughts in circles Wally, she’s like, what? You have no idea how old she is. Hard to guess just off appearances. Personal issues are personal for a reason. Helping someone else now. He waved vaguely around the area, “Bad people like it here, and don’t like, others to be here. We should,” He waves again in the vicinity of ‘not here’ nad hopes that comes across as something other than him being a lunatic. “Scoot. Move. Leave.”

He’s pretty sure dealing with children shouldn’t feel this hard. He’s never had problems befo- oh shit. Heavy boots, and he’d bet he’d smell smoke if the wind changed. He could just grab the kid and run, but that would look… awkward at best.


Oh. ‘Bad people.’ She knew all kinds of words for those types, and- oh no. Slowly she lets slip a dawning comprehension on her face- this wasn’t as safe a spot as she had thought at all. And it looked like in her own inability to understand what he was saying, she had just put them both at risk if those footsteps were anything to go by. 

Standing up quickly, Cassandra glanced in the direction the sound was coming from. She didn’t have much, just an old bag with some spare clothes and a blanket and the flowers- it’d be foolish of her to trust the world to not move what few things she had if she let it be for too long, so of course she had that with her. Slinging it over her shoulder, Cassandra kept her gaze to the source of the sound while moving away. There could still be time.


"I know, they’re terrible. I’m sorry." She hadn’t run away from him yet, that was a plus. Most children when they saw him did just that. "Do you want something better to eat?" He kneeled down to her level. "I promise I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart." 

There’s a small smile and an even smaller giggle at his  words, hidden behind an unwavering stare and the night- not that the darkness could obscure sound very well, but she’d like to believe it went unnoticed. He was offering more food? The way to her heart for about ten minutes, if she was being honest- a lot of people liked to give her food, and she liked food. And it had only been drugged a few times! Not that it worked very well. After a moment, she nods, and smiles more- she believed him. “okay.

(Source: notmyfatherstool)



"Ummm, hi?"

It wasn’t odd to have send odd looks his way, he was green, had a tail, and could shift into animals. Be strange if she wasn’t the least bit curious, but nevertheless she was one of the few who were fine with closing the distance to get a good look.

Young too…. Maybe around his age. Kids were a lot more bold and brave than adults gave ‘em credit for, that’s for sure.

Oops. Seems like she overstepped some boundaries- she did that a lot, she should really work on that. “um- sorry." Cassandra mumbles, but she couldn’t help it. After all, one did not often meet a green child. After a moment, she looks up at him. "is real. how?" Seriously, she’s seen all kinds of skin on people- but not green. Unless it was tattoos. But she knew enough about limits that society had to know no child would have one. 

(Source: notmyfatherstool)

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It’s not all that often she got to see superheroics in action- bad people being stopped. Sometimes she wonders if things would have been different if heroes were there when she had killed Faizul. But one cannot alter the past.

So instead the girl hid like most other civilians-mustn’t draw attention if suspicious are around- when the fighting broke out, stealing glances for herself every now and then. It wasn’t very long, not at all- after all, even she (especially she) could see that the bad guys were untrained. So once the dust settled, Cassandra took another glance out. The hero was still there. Normally they left by now. 

Silently, as more people begin to emerge, Cassandra approaches. “you… okay?" She asks, unsure if she’d even be heard.