#CassHarper

[renaroo]

Cass and Harper, #4

A Gentle Stroke

Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Warnings: Bi Butterflies and feeeeelingsRating: TPairings: Cassandra Cain/Harper Row

A/N: Sorry for the wait, this week got crazy but this was fun to write and it’s been a good while since I wrote this ship or even just Harper in general so thank you so much for the prompt! It was a lot of fun!

When it happened, Bluebird was almost certain it had been an accident.

They were celebrating, in the short breathless way that vigilantes of Gotham did after finishing off a particularly dangerous mission together. It had been a long time since Harper Row and donned the suit she once crafted with her own hands and got herself dirty for the sake of the city, but she remembered how these sorts of things went. A wisp of condensed breath in the brittle harbor winds, the easy glances between friends behind masks, smiles of accomplishment hidden underneath labored breaths.

There was a real sense of you did good, kid, hanging between herself and the enigmatic Orphan.

Foundations of friendship, embittered ties tested by a twisted past. They were young women, but they carried the aged old souls of soldiers from their lives.

Harper was never really one who was lost on words so she began to say something in turn toward Cassandra. Ask her how much of her larger perp count came from watching over Harper’s rusty back. But those were words which didn’t come out because the aptly named Orphan was moving in toward her first.

The question of what was in Harper’s throat and she was ready to turn around expectantly for someone they missed coming at her. But there was no time for thought or movement or even response because…

Cassandra’s mask had been lifted, just over to the bridge of her nose, over her chin and her chapped lips.

And then her gloved hand was on Harper’s cheek, presenting the most gentle of caresses while a small but certain smile of thanks matching on Cass’ face.

The other girl had wanted Harper to see her mouth, the slight flush in her cheeks or the way the cold air steamed out from between her teeth. And she wanted the unguarded parts of Harper’s cheeks to feel the roughness of leather wrapped around her fingers and the texture of the stitches which held the glove together.

It was the most gentle of touches, a stroke with the palm of Cassandra’s hand, and it was so tender and warm in the moment that Harper forgot they were behind a warehouse on the Dixon Harbor surrounded by unconscious felons with a penchant for illegal firearms.

And then Cass moved on, probably certain of some alert system or police contact or something that was about to break up the moment between them anyway. It was hard telling with Cass sometimes.

So Harper was left instead, a bit dumbfounded and oblivious. She was taken off guard because there was almost nothing that could be counted as normal with the situation at hand. After all, when had it ever been normal social etiquette to do that let alone then?

Overthinking like it was her third major, Harper considered that Cass’ understanding of social norms was something they were still working on even a few years later and that there was a certain loving nature with the girl that had endeared her to everyone in spite of or even because of the horrors of her past. It wasn’t as if she could just assume what was meant by Cassandra’s caress. It was just a gentle touch, a stroke, a gesture that was going to cause Harper to lose every semblance of sense in her very, very bi mind at that moment.

The dumbfounded nature she was showing was more than a little uncharacteristic and as such, she was quick to snap herself out of it once she glanced up and saw that Cassandra, fully masked again, had actually double backed from her disappearing trick and was looking worriedly toward Harper for having not already followed. A well deserved amount of scrutiny to say the least.

Plus, the police sirens were closing in.

“Keep your shit together, Row,” Harper grimaced, smacking herself in the forehead before jogging toward the very shadows that Cass had already picked for their escape.

Once they left the scene of their triumph, an uncomfortable silence fell between Bluebird and Orphan. The kind where one was not quite sure what to make of the other’s without thinking to break they own vow.

Awkward, Harper’s mind finally decided on. Awkward was the name of their game. And Harper kind of hated it.

One of the things which had most defined their friendship and, in turn, had made Harper the happiest about having gotten Cass in her life, was the fact that there really hadn’t been anything left to get awkward about. The bonds they forged in spite of how the past tried to define them and their relationship had put them beyond those sorts of things.

It was why a retired Harper Row, rusty and sleep deprived from a few semesters of engineering finals, was willing to take a week night and roam streets and rooftops as Bluebird. Because that was just how comfortable that Cassandra, the Orphan, made her.

No one in the world was safer in those days than they were under Cass’ wing.

So why did that same generosity and gentleness make everything so damn awkward back there.

A far enough distance away from their fighting grounds, Harper, already a few strides behind Cass, skidded to a stop and held up her hands as her head shook. “Okay, okay, okay. Stop. Wait. Reverse. We need to go back to a few moments ago.”

Gracefully, Cassandra turned on her heels and faced Harper. Even beneath her face mask, there was a notable sense of confusion.

“What did you… lose? Cass asked, fumbling a bit with the last word from a lack of regular use.

“I didn’t lose anything,” Harper assured her. “We don’t have to, like, physically get back there. I just. Well. I might have to recalibrate some of my meters here.” She knew the analogy was utterly lost on Cassandra, but the girl showed the usual patience of a saint anyway. Harper made a distinct note in her mind to cash in some of her IOU’s built up from Tim and Steph to demand one of them explain the concept of gaydar to their friend.

“Okay?” Cassandra said, shifting her weight on to the balls of her feet then resting back.

Like everything else Cassandra did in her life, each motion was calculated, every muscle restrained. There was purpose in the stretch of every fiber of her being.

Which was the issue or the not issue of the moment because if everything had purpose and meaning then there was a purpose or meaning behind the stroke of a hand and if that happened then, well, Cassandra had done something vey deliberate. But why. Because Harper wasn’t sure if anything Cass meant was what Harper and most people would think was meant and—

She was overthinking again.

“Harper?” Cass asked curiously.

There was caution and control in Cassandra’s voice. She said Harper’s name and not her codename which was also layered in meaning and personalbility not often used in the field. And then there was the simple emotion of the moment, like she didn’t understand what Harper was doing either. Which was bad, because Harper didn’t know what she was doing or why she was so thrown by a moment of intimacy which was…

And that was when Harper’s mind hit pause again and the reason she was so startled was because that touch and that moment felt like something truly intimate and more than anything Harper had shared with another person in a very long time and she—

Her very, very bi brain needed to know if she was misreading things. Because that was what very, very bi brains sometimes did.

“Orphan,” Harper started, but then realized that it was misleadingly formal since the formality ice had been broken by Cass already. “Cassie,” which was way too casual and honestly she couldn’t remember if anyone had ever non-jokingly called Cass that before. There was something very broken about Harper’s incredibly bi brain at that point. “Listen. Cass.”

For her part, Cassandra stood quietly and patiently, head somewhat tilted. She said nothing, but it wasn’t like that was exactly abnormal.

“Cass, you and I. What I mean. Back there,” Harper waved toward the docks and froze because coherency was suddenly far more difficult than her physics homework. “Shit.” And when that made Cassandra’s head tilt in the other direction, Harper’s heartbeat increased almost tenfold. “Uh. Good job?”

That, at least, earned a soft smile and Cass nodded. “You too.”

They stood opposite of each other for a few more moments, awkwardness on top of additional awkwardness.

“So. You like,” Harper paused again and sorted through nerves before motioning to her cheek that still felt a bit warm despite thermodynamics not quite working that way. “You touched me.”

“Yes,” Cass answered back in a sort of very nonchalant way that could have gutted a lesser bisexual immediately.

Harper, by necessity though, was built of stronger stuff. “Was that like… what kind of touch did you think it was?”

Suddenly, Cassandra looked incredibly confused. “… types of… touches?” she tried to clarify.

“Yeah, sorry, this is weird, but I won’t sleep for the next two days already because of that coffee habit I can’t kick and if I’m thinking about this and not, like, exams coming up then I will be an actual bisexual disaster and no one really wants to see that, let’s be real,” Harper chattered on like a deranged woman with blue hair and a taser built like a bazooka strapped to her back.

“Okay?” Cass continued. “Still don’t… really understand?”

“The touch, the hand… thing. I need to know. Why? Is it just… something you do or is it like… offering a hand in marriage? Or… more likely it’s very mild and something in between there?” Harper pressed.

Cass’ chin tilted up and she nodded sagely. “Ah, yes.”

“Yes what? Cass, I’m going to have a breakdown here we need specifics,” Harper nearly hyperventilated.

“I want you to know… you did good. And I’m proud,” Cass explained. “So… showed you.”

And, in that moment, Harper could not have been more deflated. “Oh,” she said. Then, internally, she used very bad words to curse her stupid very, very bi brain for the teases.

“Because I like you?” Cass continued, suddenly adding some of her own awkward by rubbing at her neck. “So… yes?”

Harper’s heart nearly grew three sizes that day as she straightened up and felt her cheek warm up. “Oh! Yes!” Harper laughed, turning to a puddle of feelings as Cass reached over again and stroked her cheek once more. “I knew it the whole time.”

[prison-mikes-bandana]

Yes she does

Cassandra: That’s ridiculous, Harper doesnt have a crush on me

Stephanie: Yes she does

Tim: yes she does

Harper: Yes I do

[pomelinefritch]

[hussyknee]

Sometimes I wish my ships were easier and uncomplicated, like DickBabs, JayRoy, TimKon, CassSteph and DamiNell (or something Idk). But then I remember that antis fuel my life-force, and I happily embrace being BabsDinahHelena DickRoy JayTim CassHarper and DamiSteph.

[batmanofthewestcoast]

meme: Harper Row

Sexuality Headcannon: Canonically bi, but I’d probably put her as more attracted to women.

OTP: CassHarper.

BrOTP: Canonically, I’d say Tim and/or Steph; she hasn’t really interacted with anyone else really.  Outside of canon, I’d love to see her interact with Luke, Frankie and Qadir.  Just a whole bunch of engineers and tech people goofing around, doing vigilante work (Qadir helps).

NOTP: Probably Bruce/Harper or Harper/Lonnie Machin. Bruce having a relationship with anyone in the family isn’t my cup of tea, and Lonnie is a jerk who’ll probably get punched in the face next time he tries to coerce Harper into doing something for him after the King Clayface incident.

First headcanon that pops into my head: She’s an awful cook.  Having Cass and the Batfamily over from time to time helps her give a damn about her cooking, branch out of her comfort zone of well, Cullen likes it.

One way I relate to this character: Like Harper, I too work in Public Utilities.

Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character: In universe? The whole “Epic Bat-fail” part in Batman 7, that hasn’t aged well.  Out of universe? The rush job that was her storyline in Batman and Robin Eternal. I’m still trying to convince people that she’s a character worth a damn and worth a second chance after that. Why she was made the keystone of Robin’s 75th anniversary I have no clue.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? A cinnamon roll that readers like to paint as a problematic fave.

[batmanofthewestcoast]

I loved the snippet, thanks for writing it 🙂.

Cass couldn’t tell how long they danced for, she lost track of time around the fourth or fifth song, or so, they all blur together. But eventually the lights come on bathing the room in a monotone orange wash. Harper has a beautiful warm flush up her neck and lighting up her cheeks. It takes Cass all of the self control she developed over her many years of life and death training to not pin her to the nearest wall.

[revvdupharper]

@cassies-comics — continued from x

“Oh no,” Harper said shaking her head, stopping once she saw Cassie’s hand reach for the comb across from where she was seated. “That mission was a real doozy on my bird’s nest, your hair always comes out looking like you’re a goddess or somethin’. Must have something to do with being part of the Wonder Fam.” She teased, praising her best friend.

[ao3feed-birdflash]

Forever Renewed

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xuZG2W

by mielipieli

When Dick's years of vigilantism catch up with him in the form of chronic joint pain, he gives Nightwing mantle to the person who deserves it the most: Stephanie Brown.

Future story featuring Batman!Cass, Irey and Mari West-Grayson, Batwoman!Harper and many more.

Words: 1597, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Batgirl (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Tamara Fox, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne

Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Tam Fox, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: background TimKon - Freeform, Background CassHarper, lots of additional characters, some won't be important until later chapters, more snapshots than continuous story, Nightwing!Steph, Psst! People are happily married here. Don't tell DC or they'll force me to write a Flashpoint

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xuZG2W

[bluboothalassophile]

Hi Blu, I know you said you were going on a break, and I can wait for the answer until you're ready or have time, but what are your OTPs in DC and why?

Hello,

That’s going to be a lot of Ships, not a whole hell of a lot of reasons though if you don’t mind. I mostly ship on chemistry or how I feel the pair would compliment each other in a relationship, usually pulling them apart psycologically and history wise to see if they might fit well together. Shipping on chemistry just makes life easier.

OTPs

JayRae, I hope that it’s obvious. Crack ship it may be, but it’s my love.

BatCat, July, I just have to make it to July then they are hitched and no more painful dramas of this on again-off again thing.

Clois, they are my Disney Prince and Princess, don’t fuck with it. And I’m not talking some whimpy love story prince and princess, where the prince doesn’t go after his girl, I’m talking true love, once upon a dream shit with Clark and Lois, I fucking adore them, so do not fuck with it.

Harley/Ivy, I shipped them together before I even understood what lesbians were! 

WonderTrev, again, do not fuck with it, they are the most precious example of equals, and true meeting of minds, hearts, and love, whilst maintaining their individual identities in a strong relationship that means a lot to both. It’s deep, meaningful, and just wonderful, simply wonderful, in the eternal love that is displayed between Steve and Diana. It also broke the mold, for the era that it was published in, for a traditional relationship and just so delightful in expressing love whilst not taking power from the girl or forcing her to be submissive. Again, Do Not Fuck With It.

MultiShips

DickKori, as eternal love, not young love. 

DickBabs, as young love not eternal love. I’m all for their friendship, just not their romance, I think their romance fizzles out a lot of the time, or brings out the worst in each other, while their friendship brings out the best they have to offer.

DickZatanna, interesting, blame YJ

TimSteph

TimKon

TimCass, Don’t Shoot Me! I shipped them before Cass was B’s kid!

BartJaime

DamiJon

DamIrey

DamiMar’i; I really, really, really shouldn’t, but Gods I can’t help it.

Mar’iJon, I shouldn’t, but they’re cute.

Mar’iLian

LianHelena

LianTerry

Cassandra Cain/Emiko Queen, I think Cass is probably pan-sexual, so her relationships could be very interesting

CassHarper

Cassandra Cain/Conner Kent

Kaldur’ahm/Wally II (Don’t ask, just don’t, I don’t even know why I ship them together I just do)

MidnighterApollo, they are awesome!

BarryIris, one of my true love couples, again, but I just never got super into the Flash comics so I’m not die hard for them to stay together. The show has made them rather mundane and not all that unique, but still, they’re cute.

SnowBarry; I blame the first season of Flash for that! I like it, I enjoy it, but I don’t see them as anything but the rebounds for each other.

Olicity; I blame Arrow for that! Before Arrow I stood firmly on the belief that no other would work for Oliver aside from Dinah. However, Felicity is awesome and she and Oliver are a good couple

Oliver/Dinah, they’re kick ass together

Lucas Fox/Babara Gordon, for the .00025 seconds it was happening I thought it would be fucking amazing and actually do some good for Babs, because God knows she and Dick are a wreck 99.5% of the time when together, outside of sex

MeraDiana, guilty pleasure IF Steve and Arthur are dead or not in the picture

Shyra Hol/John Stewart, JL cartoon ruined me for them before I even knew what shipping was

Wally West/Artemis Crock, I’ve NEVER liked Linda Park for Wally, never

TerryMax, again, TV, not comics influenced that love

BartJaime, do not fuck with it, they’re awesome

RoyThea

RoyDonna

GarthDolphin

Zatanna/Artemis, guilty pleasure

GarRose, that is all Xaphrin, Garfield Logan and Rose just click in her works, I almost wish she wrote more of them

BumbleBee/Cyborg, They were my goo-goo Titans couple as a kid, I adored them

BBTerra, yeah, yeah, I know this isn’t what people like, but they WORKED!

PenguinRiddler, and that was BEFORE Gotham started, it was just a quirky thought as a kid

Constantine/Zed

Constantine/Epiphany

Constantine/Chas

Constantine/Zatanna; IF it’s written well I think it’s interesting, if written poorly, I’d rather NOT read it. Bombshells is an Excellent Example! of ConstantineZatanna being written Well.

Captain Marvel/Stargirl

Arthur Curry/Mera

JeriRae; guilty pleasure if it’s written well

JayRose; guilty pleasure if it’s written well

BBWally II, again, just don’t ask

Wally I/Jinx

JayRoy, okay, if it is written WELL I enjoy the romance, if not, I’m all for their friendship, they have the best bromance ever! Like seriously, even if they aren’t a couple I’m all for their bromance. It’s WAY better than DickWally’s BFF bromance thing, JayRoy are just fucking AWESOME!

KaraBabs, obvious I think. And I think Babs has a better romance with Kara than Dick, which is sad given all the fucking effort DC goes through to shove DickBabs on us, and BabsKara, whilst friends, appear to have a better romance potential than DickBabs.

NOTPs

SuperWonder, No. Just No. On so many levels, NO. That’s Too Much Power, also Morals Will Clash. Just NO.

BatJoker, Nope. Uh-uh, No. Reasons should be obvious.

BBRae, No, On So MANY LEVELS, NO! I respect people who enjoy it, but I despise it, I think it’s a prime example of a very bad, bordering on abusive romance, it’s worse than comics DickRae! Just No.

COMICS DickRae, reasons should be obvious if you’ve read the comics.

DickBabs past anything but young love

TimBabs, WTF!? Cradle robber much!**

JayBabs, who ever thought that one up deserves to be smacked, after all the shit Babs has been known to do to Jay (not that he doesn’t deserve some of it), and all the shit he dishes back, not to mention it’s like making Babs the Bat Slut… NO.**

JayKori, Can We PLEASE Stop Giving Jason Dick’s Hand-Me-Downs In the Love Department!? Does he Not deserve his OWN, Original Love Life!? Not the one littered with Dick’s string of broken hearted exes! What’s next!? ShawnJay!? TarantulaJay!? I don’t mind multiships, and having crossing interests, but seriously DC put SOME Thought into these ships. Just a Little! 

Artemis of Bana-Mighdall/Jason; Again DC!? Please put SOME Thought into these ships! Artemis, according to history and valid reasons, is not a fan of men and has always been shown to prefer women, I doubt that it changes because she’s on Jay’s team and he’s not that bad of a guy. I also sincerely doubt after losing her best friend/possible girlfriend/possible lover that she’d leap into a relationship with a GUY of all people. I respect people who ship JayArty together, I just don’t see it, and I feel they don’t have any real chemistry

BruceBabs, I’ll be honest, Batman the Animated series infuriated me as a kid because of the B/Babs thing, and she was dating Dick at one point of that and pregnant with B’s kid! GROSS! It has taken me A LOT of years and objective reading after that stunt to even RESPECT Babs and B in the same light! No Ship There. NO.**

**I’m not saying that Babs shouldn’t be treated as her own woman, and be free to sleep with whoever the hell she wants, I say go for it, but I also am disgusted at the thought of her leaping from one Bat’s bed to the next, it’s degrading to her character and the Bats. She’s not their whore, nor are they her harem. She is a self-respecting character and woman, and I find it insulting writers have reduced her to being nothing but a Bat love interest at times when stories run dry for the writers regardless of what she’s capable of. And I’m not even overly fond of Babs and saying this. 

Things I NEVER ship:

I Don’t Ship Incest, EVER.

I Don’t Ship Pedophilia. No.

I Will Never Ship An Abusive Relationship

I also don’t ship a pair if I don’t feel they have the chemistry, sorry, but this last reason ought to be easy to understand and relateable.

[batmanofthewestcoast]

It’s an interesting premise, I can’t wait to see how it’s explored.

Fandom: DC Comics

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Loss of identity, trauma, recovery

Ships: Cassandra Cain / Harper Row

Characters: Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Harper Row

Summary: Someone near and dear to Cassandra Cain is turned into someone they aren’t. Every aspect of them, the things that made them a part of her life, gone without a trace. Can she bring them back from nothing? Or will they be lost to her forever?

[renaroo]

Night Visit

Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Warnings: Canon-typical violence & language Pairing: Cass/Harper Rating: T Prompt: ( Anonymous​ ) Could you maybe do a Femslash February prompt for Cass Cain and Harper Row, showing what Harper and Cass get up to when Cass spends the night at Harper's? .

A/N: I am so glad so many of my prompts are giving Cass some love <3 It’s honestly such a treat to have Cass at the forefront of my Femslash celebrations <3

The apartment had a draft.

Her bedroom door had been closed since she started studying for physics five hours ago and promptly fell asleep on her books at her workbench, so Harper may have never known about the draft if she hadn’t woken up with the immediate need to pee. 

She muttered to herself and shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes, padding across the cold floor as she headed toward the bathroom and then it hit her. 

The draft, that was. 

Waking up more, Harper came to alertness and slowly edged further into the living room with the sort of caution reserved for cheesy horror movies. 

Living in Gotham, cheesy horror movies were Option D as far as the list of possibilities in her daily life. So she tried to assure herself she wasn’t being ridiculous. That she needed to be quick and decisive and make sure that whatever had made it past all her alarms, made it past all her honed senses after training with Batman and his Robins, that she could protect Cullen from it all. 

Not that they’d need it. 

Before Harper could get any closer, there was a whisper from the couch and the shuffle of movement. 

“Sorry.”

Harper stood up, relief flowing through her shoulders and bones and she reached over, turning on her lights with the flip of a switch.

She should have known there was only one person in all of Gotham who could make it past her and Red Robins’ defenses. And that was the couch crasher herself, Cassandra Cain. 

Shining chestnut eyes stared back up at Harper apologetically. But it was too difficult to be mad at them. 

Harper had more than tried.

"Aren’t you cold?” Harper asked, rubbing her arms down to make a point before she shuffled toward the window left open.

“Little,” Cass yawned, stretching on the couch like a cat. 

“There’s simple solutions for simple problems,” Harper said with a slight chuckle as she closed the window. 

“Huh?” Cass asked, looking over the back of the couch, confused. It was then that Harper realized Cassandra was wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants that used to belong to her -- Hamilton, because Harper had fantastic taste. 

“It’s something my physics professor keeps telling us,” she explained, coming back toward the couch. “Don’t worry about it.”

Cassandra hummed, curled up into herself, hugging her knees on the couch. She was sleepy, obviously had not been resting for long when Harper came in. But Harper was wide awake then and she was going to make Cassandra suffer so long as she did.

“What’d I say that confused you?” Harper asked genuinely, settling on the couch, bladder all but forgotten. 

“Don’t worry,” Cass said firmly, shaking her head. “Figure it out.”

Harper shook her head. “You probably will, you learn so damn fast, Cass. But you don’t have to do things alone. You’ve got people to help you learn, make it easier. Explain stuff for you.” She thought on the words then motioned to herself. “I’m here to help.”

A coy smile was on Cassandra’s face as she looked away, covering herself partially with her knee. She was avoiding eye contact -- that was always a tell with Cassandra. That was her way of ending conversations she didn’t like. 

“Like physics?” Cass gently teased, hoping to move on.

“If you want to learn physics, I’m your gal,” Harper replied, poking at the side of her own temple. “I’ve been stuffing physics in this brain all day. I’m an open book.”

Looking back at Harper, Cassandra squinted in that way that scrunched her nose and cheeks together so cutely. “Which one?” she asked.

“Huh?” it was Harper’s turn.

“Are you... my gal or an open book?” she asked, her expression one of an answer being demanded. 

Blinking Harper tilted her head. “I don’t see how they have to be mutually exclusive--” she stopped herself. Eyes widening, she nearly sunk into the couch. “Oh.”

Cassandra did not look away. She was still waiting for an answer to the question. 

“Oh,” Harper repeated. A wry smile grew on her face. “Well, if I have to choose, because Cassandra Cain demands it.”

“Yes,” Cass answered with a nod.

“Then I suppose that my only true option is to be your gal,” Harper replied. “Your befuddled, exhausted, really has to pee, gal. Who would wish that you’d come get in bed and sleep somewhere comfortable instead of sneaking in, crowding my couch, and letting in a draft to get my attention gal.” She leaned in. “In that way, I’m all yours.”

Cass smiled back and leaned forward, meeting Harper halfway as the surged for a kiss. 

For every night after that, Cassandra did what any normal girlfriend in Gotham would do. 

After beating up bank robbers and people in masks, she’d swing to Harper’s window and settle in for a post-physics nap. 

[pastel-petticoats]

I may have made some fluffy HarperCass smut on a whim. And this may be a link to said fluffy smut.

[clownleys]

batfamily relationships: harper row & cassandra cain (2/?)

there’s no way in hell i would ever hurt you.

[revvdupharper]

Moodboard for Harper and Jason — @arkhamgenesis

And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream They know you walk like you're a God, they can't believe I made you weak We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night But the ending is the same every damn time They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to fucking tell them anything.

[goodluckdetective]

redundantthinking replied to your post:All of Kat’s shipping wants me to introduce a ship...

Harper helping Cass dye her tips bright pink because Cass wants to be PUNK ROCK like her.

And Cass comes home and Bruce doesn't notice for almost a week until he finally comes back to reality and his first word is a growled "No."

So on patrol, he finds Bluebird and is like "stop corrupting Black Bat" and Harper is like "she's a grown woman, she can dye her hair if she wants, Bats, chill" and Bruce says "I said stop"

Harper: "What are you her father?" Bruce: No.

Harper:....holy shit you are. Holy shit, I'm sleeping with My boss's daughter. I'm fucked.

Bruce: What?

  And that is how Bruce learns about Harper and Cass banging, and how Harper learns that Bruce is Batman.

it's a few awkward patrols. 

[revvdupharper]

I woke up to @cassies-comics grilling @arkhamgenesis about Harper. I'm fucking DYING. I hope you guys know if she knew she'd be sitting off to the corner in a comfy chair eating popcorn and cheering about this. She'd be very amused.