Do you even care?

To Be His Sister

It wasn't that Cassandra had meant to ignore her youngest brother, she had mostly tried to avoid what was inside.

She saw darkness that she didn't see in anybody else in the family, with the exception of Jason.

This child had been murdered and slaughtered and had murdered and slaughtered ever since he was a child. There was probably too much blood on his hand that it would be a blessing to even classify him as human.

Cassandra had seen herself when she first found him, always going for the kill instead of waiting rationaly, giving people a second chance, etc etc.

Everything she had been taught that had kept herself and others safe for the past how many years she had been with Bruce, her new father.

Be had taught her that there will always be a second chance with things. That there will always be a way to make up for what you did. That there is never an official end to things. That you can make your own story, your own legacy.

She had been thoroughly shocked to find his son spitting on the ways of the League of Assassins. The ways of her sperm donor, the ways she had tried to so desperately forget ever since she was young and scared.

So, once she saw how he was, she began to distance herself, refusing to be anywhere near the poison that had hurt her and reminded her so strongly of her father.

Conveniently, this time she had forgotten the most important rule and the rule that she lived by. There will always be a second chance.

But she hadn't given Damian another chance.

Hell, she hadn't even given him any chance!

That would always lead to her biggest regrets.

Because that had led to her seeing her baby brothers fragile body covered in bruises and marks that could have easily been stopped. That should have been stopped. She tried to desperately ignore the cruel voices within her whispering that nothing would have had to be stopped if she had tried to be there for him.

She had been sat down and told off by both him and his friend for avoiding him from the very start and not trying to get to know him.

She had watched him feel more at ease with Catwoman instead of his own family (again the voices whispered of they really even were a family, if none cared enough to see the signs)

She had watched him come back from an entire month with the Gotham Sirens and for her to see him as completely more differently. For one he was wearing some very feminine clothing. And he was happy. Or at the very least more relaxed than he had been before last month.

(She hoped that he had liked the decoration. It had taken a while to come up with something because another thing related to Damian came to bite them in the ass. What did the kid actually like? And any mention of Batman and Robin had completely been banned, not wanting the mention of him quitting to be seen as a way to run against his face.)

When her dad had asked him about school he had shot off like a bullet, and she sensed the fear within him and anger washed over her. Who had hurt him? Who else had hurt him?

She had then found out when he had gone for his therapy session with Harley that it had been attacked by his mother and fear gripped her, the news taunting her as if to say ‘tik tok. You have such little time left to be wasting.’

The ironic thing is, she had been wasting time. She had been avoiding Damian. She hadn't been trying to get to know him. She hadn't tried to give him a chance.

No. She had kept her brother - her baby brother- at arms length because of her own cowardice. How pathetic is that?

And now, as she watched him and Stephanie talk and laugh, albeit a little awkwardly, from her position on the roof she felt jealousy burn her.

She wanted to be the one he could laugh with. She wanted to be the one who didn't make him stiffen in sight. She wanted to be the one he was comfortable with being sarcastic with. She wanted to be the one he went to for wedding plans. She wanted to be the one he went to for setting their father up. She wanted to be his sister.

And now, as she watched Steph’s and Damian’s interactions she had made her mind up.

It was time to go to the people who knew her baby brother the most. If it was time to visit the people who had helped her baby brother the most.

It was time to visit one Harley Quin and one Poison Ivy.

So do I appreciate and love that people enjoy this story but like yooooo, cool it down lmao (sorry if I sound rude or ungrateful. I do genuinely enjoy your guy's love and support)