#people say something interesting about Cassie Sandsmark challenge

[alvindraperzzz]

“Cassie needs to cut her hair this, Cassie should cut her hair that.” Boring. Overdone. 

You know who should get to cut her hair? Cissie King-Jones. She grew up with an overbearing stagemom who controlled everything from her diet to her training regimen to how she dressed. She never got any chance to experiment with her appearance under her mother, and then she was in private school, which has its own set of rules about self expression.

Headcanon that Cissie tries different styles within the margins of the school rules, but when she graduates, she goes wild. For the first time in her life there is no one dictating what she gets to wear, or what length and color her hair has to be (well, her agent tries, but she doesn’t listen). She tries pixie cuts and undercuts. She even shaves it all once, much to Bart’s delight and her mother’s horror. Every month she’s sporting a new color.

[quillsareswords]

Hi! Me again, I was hoping I could request a little blurb? Like how Damian and the reader met, like under the crooked grin arc? If not then I totally understand, just thought I would ask. Have a nice day!! 🤓❤️

No I'm not answering this like two years late ahahaha no like what who even does that

Anyway here's some thirteen year old Damian Wayne and John Constantine's apprentice. See my Swords and Spells collection for more ❤️

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

It's too loud.

That's all he cares about at the moment.

Still nursing a headache, as result of a hard hit he took the night before, this place is far too loud for his liking.

Why his father dragged him along is beyond him. Mingle. He'd scoffed this morning and he's scoffing now. The heir of the Demon and son of the Batman does not mingle. Especially with...these people.

The only reason he'd come at all was because, as Pennyworth pointed out this morning, it would be useful to have a standing relationship with some of the other vigilanties of the world, in the event that he has to call for backup.

He's been Robin for three years now, after all, and he's still only really got Superboy and some Teen Titans he could use for a fallback. What if they betray him?

He splits off from Batman almost immediately. Every person he's been introduced too between the main hall and the Zeta Tubes has only commented on how cute he is and joked about how alike they look. Introducing himself hopefully won't have that effect.

Plus, it's quieter on this side of the room.

"Right, but like, theoretically, how would you punch a ghost?"

His eye twitches. What.

He whips around to see who's asked such an absurd question. More accurately, who to avoid.

It's Wonder Girl. Of course.

She's leaning on one of the tables, in a new suit, bright hair brushed and straightened neatly. She's obviously here to make friends.

Whoever she's talking to, however, obviously is not.

You're slouching in a chair, leaning both arms on the tabletop, squishing a cheek onto one propped up palm. You don't seem to be wearing a suit of any kind, nor a mask, which is probably why Cassie came up to you in the first place. Instead, you're in jeans and combat boots, huddled into an oversized jacket. There's a ring on most of your fingers, and he counts three necklace chains from what he can see from here.

"Iron knuckle dusters. And it's not theoretical." You blink at her slowly.

"Really? Have you ever punched a ghost?"

You sigh quietly. "Nope."

"Then how do you know it's not theoretical?"

"Because I've seen it done before," you grumble. "It's my job to know."

She rolls her eyes good naturedly. "You're like, ten. You don't have a job."

You glare. "I'm thirteen. And it is my job."

Interesting, to say the least.

He walks over, squaring his shoulders and putting on his most professional face.

Cass sees him first. "Robin! Oh, I didn't know you were coming, I would've told Diana to tell Superman to bring Superboy!"

He sighs, deeply. "I have quite enough interaction with the Supers, Sandsmark."

You glance over, boredly. He watches, from behind emotionless white lenses, as you give him what he can only assume is a standard once-over.

It's coincidence that he only speaks up once your eyes reach his face again. "Who are you?"

It doesn't escape him that Cass looks at you expectantly, too. As if she's been talking to you this whole time without ever asking your name.

"Hellblazer's apprentice."

He crosses his arms. "Do you have a name, apprentice?"

Your gaze shifts from disinterested and passive to something very sharp and very much directed fully at him. "Do you, jackass?"

Cass goes wide-eyed and sucks in a silent breath. She glances between you and Robin.

This is the point at which, usually, Damian would have smelled a challenge, threw his metaphorical hand of cards down, and barked a challenge right back. But there's just something...different.

And it has nothing to do with the way his heart stutters in his chest now that he has full view of you. That's– Well that must be part of your powers, or whatever your thing is.

He decides to keep his cards in his hands. He minds his tone, just to see what happens. "I'm Robin."

You notice the shift, and react accordingly. Your gaze softens again, to something indifferent. "Oh, right. With Batman, yeah?"

He nods.

You nod too, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. Opening your body language, just a little. You give him your persona name.

Cassie can only stare.

She doesn't know Robin personally, exactly. Strictly through vigilante work. But she's still seen him get into brawls with men three times his size over far less than getting glared at and called a jackass.

"I'm gonna go find, um–" she scrambles for a name, for just long enough that you take notice, "Diana. It was really nice to meet you, though!"

You nod once, but she's gone before you get a real response out. You both watch her weave through the crowd of costumed adults, until she's out of sight.

"What was that about?" you wonder, assuming that his use of her last name meant they know one another.

"I don't know," he replies, squinting in her direction.

He catches sight of the Titans while he looks out into the crowd. He supposes some familiar company would be nice. Beast Boy is awfully loud, though. And Kori has such high energy...

You, on the other hand, seem to be just as much of a reluctant attendant as himself. You're sitting here, alone, quietly. And you seemed content talking to Wonder Girl, so you probably don't mind company—you seem like you'd have no problem running him off if he's wrong.

It would be very smart to have a contact with supernatural knowledge and experience. Father has Hellblazer, after all. And he's needed him many times.

It's a strategic choice. Obviously.

"What did you mean, when you told Wonder Girl that it's your job to know how to punch spirits?" He looks down at you.

You snort, but meet his eyes all the same. "Okay, I mean– Firstly, that's not my job, just part of it. Well...I guess it is." You stop and shake your head, looking away from him quickly.

You suck in a breath. "See, my job is to know how to fight things like ghosts. Mostly demons. Ghosts aren't much of a threat to the general population."

Demons? Like Raven's father? Now that would be a useful contact. He uses his heel to kick the chair beside you out from under the table and takes a seat. "Explain."

Your posture shifts a little. A little more towards him. A little more open. Like nobody's been asking you the right questions until now. "Well, I study demonology..."