Hey guys, this is my first fanfic on here and I'd like to make it good. I've done fanfics in the past on Wattpad, but I figure I may as well try something on here.
Cassandra watched jason from afar while she was on patrol. Taking note of every punch he took and every stumble he made. The numbers had increased over the days and he stopped coming together with others on patrol. Tim and Dick had asked her why he was being distant, seeing as they had gotten close. But, Cass wasn't Tim or Dick. She knew better than them. Jason wasn't being distant. He was screaming.
Cass watched Jason grapple to his crappy apartment, but stumble and fall as he went to land. It didn't take cass more than a second to decide she would glide down to the porch of the run down apartment. She got there and saw Jason laying on the floor of his apartment bleeding. Cass rushed to his bathroom and rummaged through his cabinets before finding a first aid kit and a towel.
Cass began to slowly take off his uniform after taking off his helmet and saw the stab wound. She pressed the towel to wgere he got stabbed and after about 10min she began to try and stitch him back up.
Jason slowly woke up, feeling a pain coming from his srab wound to see Cassandra stitching him up. he grabbed his pistol and placed it against her temple faster than the normal human eye could see.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HE-" he yelled at the batgirl before dropping the pistol to wince in pain as Cassandra finished his stitches. Cass looked at him with a stern face.
"Why?" Cass asked curiously. Jason looked at her with a brief 10 second look of pain.
"Why what, baby bat? It's not like you care." Jason replied quickly. Cassandra could see rhe pain in his eyes as he looked down and struggled to get to his feet. She reached a hand forward, but had it smacked away as Jason finally stood up.
"You. Letting self hurt. Letting self tire. Why?" She replied softly. Jason whirled around and grabbed her by the throat before she could react and pinned her to the wall.
"You wanna know why I do this?! Because ever since I came back nobody fucking acknowledges the fact that I died, I don't get to go to family dinners, Bruce won't even let me have my old books, Tim sits there all day like he's better than me since Bruce accepts him as his son, and NO ONE ever asks if I'm okay. NO ONE! So maybe I'm better off dead!" Jason yelled before realizing he was choking Cass. He quickly let go and turned his back to her before looking down in shame. "Just go home Cass. Don't waste you're time on a man who's better off dead."
Cass took in a deep breath and could see he needed help. Without thinking, she hugged him in a warm embrace. "Stop. Need rest. Talk in morning." Cass said before slowly walking to his bedroom. Jason followed suit and got in his bed. Cass grabbed one of his extra shirts from his dresser and chamged into it before joining him.
"Hey Cass?" Jason asked silently.
"Yes Jason?"
"Thank you." He said before placing a quick kiss on her lips and dalling asleep.
