#anyway this ficlet is literally just crimson & clover

[garlic-sauc3]

  Cissie hardly knew Cassie at that point. She knew of her harsh looks. Her jealousy. The poison tipped conversations she made with her.

  But Cissie didn't know her. Not the her when she wasn't jealous of Superboy's flirtations. Not until Cissie picked a fight with the Justice League, anyway. She couldn't tell if it was her anxious hyperventilating or the knowledge of her mutual jealousy that made it clear she wasn't a threat, though.

  But as Cassie's wig and goggles came off, so did her defenses. And while they were only just getting used to each other, it felt... natural, somehow. That they could feel something close to peace with each other. That they can be something outside of being heroes.

  But now... now as Cissie watches Cassie in her room that Cissie's only been in twice, watches her hands tugging through her hair gently, watches her lips move as she talks and laughs. And something in Cissie is warm, relaxed in a way it hasn't been. She feels a smile grace her own lips.

  She doesn't know Cassie, but she thinks that, maybe, she could love her.