For Dick

[thethirdwonder]

After finding the statue, Cassie had needed to just get and be alone. Her two sides were at war with each other. Cassie wanted to cry and mourn the boy she loved and the time she'd been cheated out of by being brought here. Bart had said they'd had a year before... But a year wasn't time at all, especially with lives like theirs. On the other hand

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[cantstopmoving]

At some point while he's with Tim, he hears her creeping off to be alone. If she doesn't come back when they're done here, he'll go after her.

Time passes, Tim leaves to check on Bart, and Dick searches for Cassie in the direction of the sounds he'd heard. He finds her in the bottom level of the treehouse, still under construction.

Instead of saying anything, he sits beside her, knees drawn up to his chest, quiet and waiting for her talk.

[thethirdwonder]

She didn't say anything, not for a long time. She knew he was there, had even registered him coming in even if she'd hadn't shown it. She just honestly didn't know what to say. Where to start. Cissie would have just known.

Instead, she starts by just leaning into him, her head on his shoulder.

[cantstopmoving]

Dick curls an arm around her shoulders and runs his fingers through her hair. For a few minutes, he says nothing then he leans over and kisses the top of her head.

"Not the best way to find out, huh?"

[thethirdwonder]

Sighing softly, she uncurls a bit from her ball and leans more into him. She still didn't know what to say but she took the opening. "No...it's not." Then she added softly, "I don't want his statue...I want him."