An idea which everyone in the world will hate me for.

5th February 2012

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An idea which everyone in the world will hate me for.

Cass and Kon in a post-apocalyptic landscape. Don’t ask me the whys or hows, because I don’t know. It just is.

They haven’t any paper, (because who runs the mills after the sky falls in?) but they do have pens. Ink doesn’t go bad, after all, so ballpoints last forever, until they’ve been used up, and even then you can make them work a bit longer if you’re willing to shake them a bit.

It starts innocuously. Cass has to run out, get something (she heard screaming) and Kon just will not wake up. She grabs a biro from her belt (it’s a lot emptier now, months after The Day, but the pouches still work and she refills them with what she can), bites the cap off with his teeth and scribbles a ragged note on Kon’s hand.

gone out

back soon

not worry

underlines the last bit twice because Kon always worries too much, as if just because she’s only human, she’ll break at the slightest wind. It’s amusing sometimes, but also annoying when she needs to get things done. After a brief pause, Cass bites her lip and adds a little heart under the collection of words (that’s how Steph had always signed her notes) before she dashes out into the street. When she returns, tired and with more bruises than she’d had when she left, she’s already forgotten about the note.

A week later, she notices the blurry blue smudge on the inside of Kon’s wrist. Thinking it to be a bit of dirt, she smiles slightly and taps at it.

“Missed a spot.”

“Oh, I—” Instead of laughing at her joke, Kon smiles nervously. He starts to speak, starts to lie, then realizes how foolish that would have been (lying to Cass is impossible when she can see your face). So he starts again.

“I, um… I didn’t. Miss, I mean.”

Cass cocks her head, cradles his wrist in her hands so that she can peer at the smear a bit closer. Blinks when she realizes the significance of this particular smear.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Kon covers his mouth with his free hand — he’s embarrassed and trying to hide it. That’s not right.

Cass leans down, presses a kiss to the blurry heart, then cradles it against her cheek.

“Feelings not … shameful.”

Yes, that’s the word. That’s definitely the word, because Kon lights up in that way that no Gothamite ever does (at least none of the ones that Cass has ever met) and he hesitantly presses a thank-you kiss to her forehead.

“No. I guess they’re not.”

When she wakes up the next morning, two things are different. One: she is cold. Kon is not curled up beside her, and this is cause for alarm until she realizes that Two: there is a wide line of marker trailing down her forearm.

gone foraging be back soon

The heart is nestled into the crook of her elbow. Cass smiles and kisses it before kicking the sheets off and starting her morning exercises.

Tagged: cassandra cain batgirl conner kent superboy cass/kon het fic dc comics apocalyptic au ampersandand justine you tricked me and now i am addicted to this ship ffffffffffffffff