Tim Drake POV
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"Hey, Kasumi."
She's silent, but I know she's there. I've trained with and defeated her mother, I can tell where she is.
I not so much hear as feel her sit next to me. "What... it like? Having loving family."
I exhale sharply through my nose, keeping my eyes closed and staying in my meditative position on the porch floor. "Go ask Barbara, or the Kanes. I wouldn't be able to tell you. I don't have one."
She concentrates, and I feel bad for her, because her mother left her and her father neglected to teach her to talk. "Biological."
I smirk sadly. "They abandoned me."
She sighs quietly, but I still hear it. "Sorry."
"Don't be," I say. "I'm fine where I am."
She turns her head away from me, and looks out at the setting sun. "Do you wish?"
I get her question. "Sometimes."
"Me too."
We sit in silence for a while. Then I open my eyes and turn my head towards her. "Do you... ever get tired of putting up that emotionless facade? The hard-core assassin 'I don't feel' mask?"
She closes her eyes. "Yes. All time. Every day. Week. Year." She leans back and lies on her back, not caring about how cold and hard the porch is, and I copy her. "I just want... one wish... to be like normal. One second, one minute."
"I just want someone to understand," I finish softly, and smile sadly at her.
I take her hand, and she flinches. I pull back and bite my lip.
She stares at my hand, then slowly, tentatively, reaches for it, and I let her clutch my hand. I smile at her, and she hesitantly returns it.
"Kasumi-"
"Cass," She says, and I blink. "It's Cass," She repeats firmly.
I smile. "Tim."
And we lie in silence for the rest of the night.
Thinking of: on youtube,
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