An Unwanted "Gift"
He’d told her that January 26th is her birthday. That meant something, maybe. But to be honest, she had quickly forgotten all about it. Until the knife showed up that is. Perfectly balanced for throwing or being held, strong steel which held a keen edge, Cain had sent her an assassin's blade. A reminder of where she came from? What he’d trained her for? Cass honestly has no idea but as she looks at the thing currently held by the hilt in her work bench vice she really doesn’t care.
The only thing that matters is Cain--her father, but only biologically speaking--sent it. It does remind her that the man is still out there, still wanting to be part of her life. But not part of THIS life. Cain’s heart is blacker then the night she prowls. He could never change sides, would never chose to don a mask to protect a city. Her city. Her home.
She looks that he blasted thing, sitting there bound and helpless. Cassandra picks up the sledgehammer and swing down on the offensive blade.
Cass/Batgirl
DC Comics
180 Words
The only thing that matters is Cain--her father, but only biologically speaking--sent it. It does remind her that the man is still out there, still wanting to be part of her life. But not part of THIS life. Cain’s heart is blacker then the night she prowls. He could never change sides, would never chose to don a mask to protect a city. Her city. Her home.
She looks that he blasted thing, sitting there bound and helpless. Cassandra picks up the sledgehammer and swing down on the offensive blade.
Cass/Batgirl
DC Comics
180 Words