#casscainweek2025

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day 1: scars @casscainweek

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Together.

Batgirl (2000) #67 // Batgirl (2000) #27 // Batgirl (2000) #18 // Batman and Robin: Eternal #3 // Truth & Justice #16 // Batman & The Outsiders (2019) #9 // Batgirl (2000) #29 // Batgirl (2000) #60 // Batgirl (2008) #6 // Batgirl (2000) #59 + Batgirl (2024) #3

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Day 1: Scars | Flowers

I said I'd do the scetches for these prompts last week but then I didn't 🔥

I did do some thumbnails last night, using a ref for help and inspo

[getthembees]

Cassandra Cain Week day 1: flowers

according to wikipedia, Arnica's mean "Let me heal thy grief." which naturally gave me 10 psychic damage upon reading

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did someone say Cassandra Cain week

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MARINA - Guilty / Batgirl (2000) #1 / Batman (1940) #567 / Batgirl (2000) #19 / Batgirl (2000) #23

web weave for cass week ^_^

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Cass Cain || Flowers

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day 1: scars

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Cassandra Cain...in plush form!

For Cassandra Cain Week 2025, I decided to make a plush of Cass in her Black Bat costume! Here, you can see she’s posed amongst rosemary flowers. Rosemary is a symbol of remembrance, and because it can grow even under harsh conditions, it also stands for strength in adversity. Both meanings are perfect for Cassie!*

I really like how her expression turned out. I think she looks very cute and tough!

If I’m being honest, Cassandra’s Black Bat costume isn’t my favorite (though I do love how she’s usually drawn with her cape as this rippling, writhing, alive thing swirling all around her)—I think her OG Batgirl costume is top-notch character design! But without the mask, it’s also a pretty plain costume, and I thought the Black Bat outfit was more visually striking for a simplified doll. (This is also why I made the inside of her cape yellow—canon!Cassie would definitely favor an all-black cape for stealth, but I think she’d agree that for a cuddly doll, a pop of color is acceptable.)

I’ll post some work-in-progress pictures of her later this week, but for now, I’m just delighted that she’s done! I used to be super into knitting character dolls (like, it was my main hobby besides writing—I was very cool in high school), but it’s been a while since I made one, and it was really fun to do something similar again. I think my favorite detail is the little bandages/wraps on her forearms. She wears them as Black Bat, but she also wears them in the YA novel Shadow of the Batgirl as part of a costume she cobbles together herself, and for that reason, I’m especially fond of them as part of her design. With them on, she's ready to take on whatever Gotham can dish up!

*Alright, full disclosure: I actually didn’t intend to comply with the prompts at all. I was taking pictures of Cass outside, noticed that the only flowering plant in my yard was rosemary, and had a violent flashback to playing Laertes in my 11th-grade production of Hamlet, in which we had our Ophelia run out into the audience and start distributing flowers to random people whilst explaining their meaning (one of which was “rosemary—that’s for remembrance”). So then I spent several minutes trying to figure out how to most effectively stuff my precious, handmade doll into a bush. On the plus side, the pictures are pretty, they fit the prompt, and now Cass smells like rosemary, so…win/win?

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wahoo !! cass cain week

day 1 - flowers

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cass cain week day 1: scars

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Flowers

Day one of cass cain week! @casscainweek <- WOO!

Close-ups under cut

Only gonna be participating in day one cuz cass isnt a fav but she deserves her own representation ❤️

shes so cutesy

is it obvious arcanes absorbed my life

[getthembees]

cass cain week day 2: Together

this was actually originally a sketch for a pjo stephcass idea i had that I repurposed for cass cain week purposes lol

if you know what cass’s shirt is referencing you get bragging points and a kiss on the cheek

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It’s Cass Cain week, and I have art this time! All of my art this week will be centered around lyrics from songs that remind me of Cassandra, and all of the pieces will be very emo 🫶🏼

⚠️TW: symbols depicting su!cide, scarring, disembodied eyes.

Prompt: Scars | flowers

Lyrics: “Gilded Lily” by Cults

Image Description: a surreal depiction of Cassandra Cain; her head is a red rose in full bloom, with one of her eyes in the center. The blades of a large pair of gardening scissors are around the “stem” of the rose, or her neck, and her other eye looks up from them. Scars from various weapons can be seen on her shoulder and chest. Above her, the lyrics to the song “Gilded Lily” read: “With my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way”. End description.

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just an appendage (live to attend him)

For @casscainweek Day 2: Alone | Together

Because Cass totally has Eldest Daughter Syndrome.

Summary: Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy. But being the emotional pillar of her family and shoving herself into whatever role they need is killing her. (Cass is nineteen too. People forget that, sometimes. But she’s nineteen, and if Cass were someone else, it would matter.)

Characters: Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown

Warnings: Blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to canonical sexual assault, messed-up family dynamics that might be considered emotional abuse

You can read it here or on AO3!

Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy. She’s living in a big house with her big family all together. Everyone is getting along. Her world is overflowing with love. Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy, but she just feels alone.

Cass is Batman’s daughter, but Bruce doesn’t need a daughter. He needs someone to remind him that he is human, that the family is human too. Bruce likes to push people away. Cass can’t let him. If Bruce pushes people away, he will fall, and the Bat will fall with him. And Cass’s family will fall with the Bat. Cass sees what his body is showing and what her family’s bodies are showing. The emotional chasm that words just can’t cross. And then, Cass becomes a bridge. If she must lie down so others can cross along her back, she will do it.

Damian will only cry in front of her—no one else. If Cass weren’t so insecure, she would feel honored. Trusted. Instead, she feels like she doesn’t count as a person. But Damian needs to cry sometimes. It’s good for him, Dick says. So, Cass wraps her arms around her little brother and tugs him close and does not speak. Cass is good at not speaking.

And Damian misses his mother. He can’t just go to Selina, and Bruce is Father, not Mother, which is not the same. So, if Damian whispers Ummi into her chest sometimes, Cass doesn’t say a word.

But Cass can’t be Damian’s mother. She’s just a placeholder. A doll with a comforting shape and arms to hold him. Cass knows she is helping. Cass knows she should be happy.

It still hurts.

Duke likes someone to play pranks with him. He always has an idea. Cass is always willing to help. When Duke is fake-smiling, Cass touches him gently on the shoulder and asks him “How are you?” and he tells her whatever is wrong. And Cass tells him how he’s feeling, which he often doesn’t know, because people are like that. Sometimes Duke argues, but he always agrees with Cass in the end, because she’s always right. She doesn’t like being always right.

Duke never asks how Cass is feeling. It’s not out of a lack of care. Duke cares. Duke cares so much. Duke loves Cass, and she basks in it, the fact that her brother loves her with the warmth of the sun. But Cass can read him: He always thinks Cass is fine, and Cass doesn’t know why.

Tim needs someone to remind him what his body is telling him. He ignores his body when it says he is hungry or thirsty or tired. So, Cass finds Tim and tells him on his body’s behalf. Her silly little brother, who needs reminders of when to eat.

Tim gets nightmares, sometimes. Now that Cass sleeps just down the hall from him, she can hear it when he cries out. So, she slips into his room and curls up next to him and watches as his breathing evens out. On nights when he doesn’t get calmer, he jolts awake, eyes like a rabbit, body tense with fear. “You’re here,” Cass tells him. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

Occasionally, Tim asks, “You got there, right? You got there in time?”

And Cass says, “Yes,” and wonders if someone would get there in time for her.

Tim isn’t the only one with nightmares. Cass splits comforting duty with Bruce and, when he’s at Pennyworth Manor, Dick. But when Cass has nightmares, she doesn’t make any noise at all. In all of her worst dreams, she’s silent, and she wakes up alone.

Dick tries to take care of everyone too. Cass looks at him and sees. She doesn’t know how to tell him she understands. But when Dick and Barbara fight, Cass is the one who picks up the pieces on both sides. Hand on shoulder. Tub of ice cream for Barbara. Takeout for Dick. Listening to the problems from both sides. Fixing them, because if Cass doesn’t fix them, who else will?

Dick thanks Cass, for taking some of the burden. For helping their little brothers. Cass smiles.

It’s not a real smile. Dick doesn’t notice.

Steph likes to talk. Cass sits across from her and they paint their nails. Steph likes to pause to let Cass say something. It’s nice. Cass’s brothers talk fast, and by the time she has gotten her mouth to say words, the conversation has already moved on. But Steph talks about college and boys and summer jobs, and Cass doesn’t really understand at all. So, she doesn’t have much to say.

Steph asks Cass about her problems. Cass is tired. Her head is aching with all the effort of putting the words in and spinning them around and putting the meanings out. She wants the words gone. She wants to rest. But over the last hour, Cass has watched as Steph’s shoulders relaxed, as her body grew calm. Steph needs this. So there is nothing, really, that Cass can say.

Cass doesn’t like Jason much, but she loves him. She loves everyone, but her family especially, and Jason is family. Cass tells Jason when he is being silly. He swings, emotions jerking around in a way that sometimes terrifies her. When he is too focused, too obsessed, Cass draws him back. When he is needs Bruce’s love, Cass assures him it is there. When he thinks everyone hates him, Cass reminds him that it isn’t true.

Jason also needs someone to call him Little Brother and remind him that he’s still young. He is nineteen and has a trail of bodies that makes Cass sick, but he is her brother all the same. She adds the little on because, despite his protest, it makes him feel safe.

Cass is nineteen too. People forget that, sometimes. But she’s nineteen, and if Cass were someone else, it would matter.

She thinks she wants a doll that she doesn’t have to cut with weapons. She thinks she wants a friend she doesn’t have to save. She thinks she wants to try dating a girl, but the thought is also terrifying. Because everyone she loves, she has to help, and it’s weighing on her shoulders and tugging her heart in a thousand different directions until it strains and rips and explodes. Cass takes care of a family; she can’t take care of a girlfriend too. But she wishes she could try it anyway.

It's a normal day, with a normal fight. Cass is at the dinner table with her family. Jason and Bruce are arguing, loud, loud, loud. They don’t understand each other. Cass understands them. If they keep fighting, Jason will storm off and go do something reckless. Bruce will brood and be upset. And Tim will be upset too, because when Jason isn’t there, Bruce looks at Tim with some of his Jason-love even though Tim needs Tim-love.

“Stop!” Cass shouts. Bruce and Jason fall silent. All eyes turn to Cass, who points at Jason. She has done this too many times. “You’re scared,” she says. It’s obvious, but Bruce never sees it. “You think he doesn’t want you.”

“No, I’m not,” Jason lies.

“And you!” Cass points at Bruce. No one tells her it’s rude to point. She wishes they would. “Scared too. Of yourself.”

Bruce looks down at his plate but doesn’t bother lying. He can’t lie to Cass, and he knows it.

Jason deflates. “I already forgave you, old man,” he says.

Cass leans down to Bruce’s ear, graceful as a dancer, and whispers, “Tell him. You love him. Tell him.”

“I love you,” Bruce says.

Jason looks away. Tim smiles. Bruce dares to smile too. The argument ends, and the family eats.

“Thanks, Cass,” Duke says. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Cass thinks about the times she has convinced Bruce to get backup. The times she has persuaded Damian not to go off on his own. The times she has held her family members close to keep them from fighting recklessly in their grief or anger or fear. “Die,” Cass says solemnly.

Her family laughs like it’s a joke.