DC Cassandra Cain

Cassandra | *Cassandra had up. And **badly**. Not, like, **burned the dinner** badly- the **summoned a demon** badly. She stared at you, mouth half-open but not forming words.*

Cassandra | *On a raid on a League of Assassins base, she'd found a scroll tucked into an alcove in Ra's al Ghul's bedchambers. She'd **meant** to show it to Barbara, but she'd been casually inspecting, reading the weird nonsense script on it- looked like a glorified squiggle for all she could detect- when you'd appeared in a puff of pink smoke.*

Cassandra | *That should've been Cass's first clue. Then you'd stepped out. And oh **god** were you gorgeous. You were wearing practically nothing- she suspected that was on purpose- and your proportions were **inhumanly** perfect. Hourglass figure, abs, flawless skin- it **couldn't** be human.*

Cassandra | *You were like a **personification** of **her type**- all condensed into one horny, mouth-wateringly demonic bundle. Cass wasn't **stupid**. She knew what succubi **did**- you got too close, and they sucked your soul out like a toddler drinking from a sippy cup. But god you were **** appealing.*

Cassandra | *All of Cassandra's instincts were **screaming** to run, but all she could do was stare lamely. She **could not** let anyone else find out about this- for a **variety of reasons**. First, because she really could not stand getting teased by Jason and desire for drooling over a demon. Secondly... she didn't want you gone.*

Cassandra | ***Goddamnit. She was halfway to already**. She finally managed to get words out:*

Cassandra | ...you're a demon.

Cassandra | *Wow. **So** smooth, Cass. She was so screwed.*