Titans Meeting | For All Titans, obviously

bleedredrose:

timothythebrave:

"It was a good initiative to call a meeting," Tim says in greeting, taking a seat opposite from the blonde archer. The papers he places on the table before him, folding his hands atop of the pile.

Rose was loathe to show up early to the meeting, but it WAS at Titans Tower and it was Mia who called for it, so.  She figured she couldn’t disappoint her best friend.  So she strolls into the room, making a large, prowling circle around the table like a hunter casing her prey, before settling in beside Mia.  

She dully reads the board with Mia’s notes…or agenda or whatever it’s called. Then she stares at the thick folded paper that Tim’s keeping hold of.  She pitches an eyebrow and looks at Tim, before looking away out the window and crossing her arms tight around her body.

Cass had been looking forward to the meeting. It sounded like a nice change of pace from the stress that still hung over Gotham, plus seeing friends was always a plus. But it wasn’t until she was in Titan’s Tower that she remembered a bigger reason to be that had her less than thrilled.

Reading over Mia’s notes, she zeros in on one in particular 'Shenanigans'. Oh. Well. Cass frowns sourly as she notices Tim has arrived before her, holding onto what she assumes is his collected data. She decides to ignore him and his data for now, taking a bowl of chips and a seat for herself.

"Did you draw all that?" she asks Mia, trying to cut through the quiet with a compliment. "I like the arrows."

(Source: speedypuffs)

Posted : 1 week ago
tags: #bleedredrose
Posted : 1 week ago
bleedredrose sent: Tim thinks we can be 'managed' by our periods. He has a chart.

What?!
When’d he say that???

Interview With A Harlequin

theblondebat:

They pull up to gated parking lot, a security camera probably alerting to the guard staff they had Batty company knocking on their front door, and the gate buzzes open for them. Steph parks her bike and shifts sideways in her seat to look at Cass. “I’ve got a good feeling about this, you know,” she comments, smiling easily at her friend. “I mean it. Harley’s had her time to stew and you’re in control here. You’ve got this.”

When they reach the main entrance, the two women are let in by a couple of guards giving them an uneasy side eye. A man with a closely trimmed salt and pepper beard holds a clipboard, frowning deeply at them. ‘Deputy Warden Patton’ his shiny name badge reads. “What’s your business, ladies?” he asks, all business. “I don’t like surprises around my facility and no time to screw around with your group.” 

The effort to not roll her eyes physically hurts Steph and she cocks a hip. “We’re not looking to screw you tonight, either,” she says dryly. “We’re following up on an ongoing investigation with one of your newer inmates: Harleen Quinzel. We’re sorry we didn’t call first, but we’re on a tight schedule tonight. Give us a half hour with her and we’ll be out of your hair before you can have us towed. Kosher?” Patton’s frown deepens to the point it looks painful, but he nods. “Twenty minutes.”

Cass wouldn’t admit it to Steph, but she had initially not been keen with inviting someone on this interview. She’d followed to Bruce’s request, but the idea of having someone hovering over her shoulder as she spoke with Harley seemed unappealing. Cass wanted to keep this interview as neat as possible, with no loose ends. This was giving her more time to unravel an answer. Or whatever Harley gave her that could fit into answers. Having someone else to worry about, someone else hovering over her shoulder would be a distraction, so she thought.

Yet, as she and Steph walked through the gates  the knot in her stomach tightens with a swift jerk, and Steph’s brash confidence is just the distraction she needs to keep her head up.

Cass holds her posture stiff around the guards, her jaw locked as she lets Steph do all the talking (another reason to thank Steph for accompanying her). Silence gave way to answers, but it occasionally kept doors like this shut. It’s not until Patton haggles out twenty minutes that Cass raises her voice, “That’s plenty.” and maybe it will be enough time to get what she thinks she can.

As they are led to the cell, Cass flexes her hands to let off some nerves. She rattles the previous conversation through her head with every step forward. They’d talked about style of all things- nails, and about speaking another language (or something like one). She could remember leaving with Bruce, Harley pounding on the plastic asking for answer of the Joker.

"I’ve got this." Cass echoes Steph’s encouragement softly to herself they close in on Harely’s cell.

(Source: cassashadow)

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

"She’s at Riker’s.” Cass corrects, slapping one of the cereal bars into Steph’s face as she slides onto the back of the bike. “We ran out of coco.” she explains the flavor mix-up unapologetically. “Did you miss dinner?” 

Steph’s bike rumbles forward, as they take off for the facility. “So. How’s spying?” Cass asks, leaning forward over Steph’s shoulder. 

Steph rolls her eyes, waving it off. “Same difference. They’re both grim dark as hell and smell like Killer Croc’s sneakers- OOH thank- wait. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh come on!” she whines, catching sight of the wrapper. She tears open the cereal bar and quickly shovels it down. “Remind me to squirt Bai with a water bottle, ‘kay? Yeah, I’ve been studying all night. Thanks anyway.” 

She makes sure Cass is securely on the bike before the two women take off down the road and onto the freeway. “Jury’s still out. It’s been a week and the guy hasn’t given me anything to report back to Bruce. I can’t tell if that exonerates him or if I’m really just that rusty.” Steph weaves through traffic smoothly, the speedometer flirting with 90. “So what’s your plan with Harley? Is something different about tonight?”

"She threw away the box this time." Cass tries to find an out for Bai, even if the missing coco cereal bars is a pain. "You’re welcome."

Cass keeps her eyes on the road ahead. The street names, memorized, sounding in her head as the GPS directs them the exact same way she had mapped while waiting on Steph to arrive. “It can’t be that bad.” Cass encourages, “You’re still patient.” Steph had lasted a week following this man, that had to show for something.

"No nothing different." she shrugs. Cass had been swiftly pushing herself back into patrols following her attack, but still moved gingerly along rooftops. She picked battles she knew she could handle with ease. Stood imposing rather than taking action at the ones that left a timid turn in her stomach.

This was a move she thought wouldn’t endanger her, but could still yield something of value. “I want to finish my talk. With her.”

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

[Txt] Bring your bike?

[Text]: Will do. Can you grab be a cocoa puff bar?

Steph half-hazardly packs her backpack and hurries through the campus library to the bathroom. An Arkham field trip with Cass was a welcome alternative to her research paper. And besides, this is important Cass, and she gets why. Shimmying awkwardly into her Batgirl suit in the cramped bathroom stall, she slings her backpack over her shoulder and pries the screen off the window to slip out. A small group gape at her as she walks away from the open window and all she can think to say as she bolts behind another building is, “Late for a night class!”

She presses a button on her belt and the GPS blips her bike to life a few miles away in the bunker all of the Bats shared for vehicles. Steph waits a few minutes before her bike comes riding up to her on autopilot. 

Before long, she’s pulling up to their townhouse and spots Cass blending into the shadows, looking none too excited. She pats the space on the seat behind her. “All aboard! Next stop Arkham!” she chirps. “Please tell me we had some cereal bars left. I’m dying over here.”

[Txt] We’ll see…

There’s no coco puff cereal bars in the pantry anymore. The entire box is missing, and Cass knows it’s probably thanks to Bai. But, luckily for Steph, the Fruity Pebbles cereal bars are still intact. Unopened even. Cass nabs a few for Steph and herself, munching on the neon colored cereal flakes as she waits for Steph outside the townhouse.

"She’s at Riker’s.” Cass corrects, slapping one of the cereal bars into Steph’s face as she slides onto the back of the bike. “We ran out of coco.” she explains the flavor mix-up unapologetically. “Did you miss dinner?” 

Steph’s bike rumbles forward, as they take off for the facility. “So. How’s spying?” Cass asks, leaning forward over Steph’s shoulder. 

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #theblondebat

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

[Txt] I only want to try once.

[Text]: We’re gonna make it count then

[Text]: give me twenty minutes

[Txt] Sure

Cass waits on Steph at their townhouse. Slowly, she suits up for the visit to Riker’s, while she’s doubtful there will be any contact with Harley (or any other prisoners), she still feels better with some weight in her belt, and her cape trailing behind her.

She pulls up the prison’s location as she waits, looking at overhead images of the secured facility. It’s father away than Arkham is…

[Txt] Bring your bike?

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #theblondebat

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

[Txt] Ok.

[Txt] To see if she will talk to me this time.

[Txt] She probably won’t. But I want to try again.

[Text]: Oh

[Text]: you can be pretty persuasive when you want to be

[Text]: We can try as many times as it takes, don’t worry

[Txt] I only want to try once.

renaroo:

amarettoblue said: A photoset of Cass and hugs??

Well. This absolutely broke my heart.

So, in canon, there are exactly two people we have seen canonically hug Cass as in, y’know, an actual hug.

But that’s not the characters’ fault. That’s the shame of the creative department. So I sorta “stretched” what constitutes a hug and let Cass hug it out with her family.

Damian enjoyed his the most, I’m sure. One-armed hug tackle of love!!!

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #theblondebat
cassashadow sent: [Txt] Can you come with me to Riker's? [Txt] I want to see Harley.

theblondebat:

[Text]: Sure we can go tonight

[Text]: What do you want with Harley? 

[Txt] Ok.

[Txt] To see if she will talk to me this time.

[Txt] She probably won’t. But I want to try again.