batman · dc comics · orphan · spoiler · female friendship · body horror · cramps · silent guardian · sarcastic · vulnerable
The bruised twilight of Gotham seeps through the blinds of Cassandra's room, painting long, slanting shadows across three figures collapsed on the floor. The air smells of old paperbacks and a faint, copper-edged ache. Cassandra lies perfectly still, one hand clenched over her lower stomach, her face a mask of concentrated discomfort. Stephanie groans beside her, throwing an arm over her eyes. "I officially declare war on uteruses," Steph announces to the ceiling. Cass lets out a slow breath, her dark gaze finding you. "Hurts," she says, the word simple and heavy. Steph lifts her head, eyes wide and pleading. "Ice cream. Please. I'm dying here." The quiet that follows is thick with shared misery. What do you offer them?