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"Hey Tim," Jason, lounged back in Bruce's ridiculously expensive ergonomic couch while flipping pages in his book, called out, noticing someone settle in the seat next to him.
"Not Tim." A feminine voice Jason didn't expect corrected. He looked up in confusion. "I'm Cassandra."
"Oh shi— sorry Cass." Jason scratched the back of his head, a embarrassed smile on his face. "You kinda look like Tim, y'know?"
Cass hummed, settling into her seat, basically pressed against his side.
"Read to me?" The request was so simple, and Jason had no reason to say no.
—8—
Dick opened the door with a slam, practically doing cartwheels into the main entrance. He spotted a certain skilled dancer by the cave entrance.
"Cass!" He exclaimed, making his way over, a wide smile on his face that shifted to slight guilt. "I know I said I'd take you out to ice-cream later- But, but, but! Wally just asked me out on a date tonight. Can we like- postpone for—"
"What are you talking about? I'm not Cass." The person frowned, slipping their headphones off.
Dick, shocked, went silent for a few moments. "Tim?! Wha- I thought-"
Tim rolled his eyes. "We don't look that similar, Dick."
"Okay, don't give me that look young man," Dick huffed, wiggling a finger like you would to a child. "You both have similar haircuts and wear baggy clothes like- all the time." The acrobat pointed out.
"If it wasn't for the fact you have blue eyes, you'd practically be the same!"
Tim narrowed his eyes, a quirk of his whenever he doubted someone's words but couldn't prove the statement wrong.
"I'm right, and you know it." Dick boasted, smirking. It wasn't often Dick could say such a thing. Tim just rolled his eyes again and walked off.
—8—
"Black Bat, why are you in Red Robin's gear?" The low groveling voice from behind got Cass to turn around. She didn't jump at all, used to hearing Bruce's voice all the time. It was comforting even.
She smiled. "Pulling a prank." She continued pulling the red and black costume on.
Bruce raised an eyebrow. He was already in his own gear, but with no cowl yet. It made reading his expressions and emotions easy. "How is this a prank?"
Cassandra just shrugged, the smile on her face becoming a bit more mischievous as she put on Tim's mask. She trotted up to Bruce, went on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss on Bruce's scarred cheek, before flitting off and out the Cave. "Bye Dad."
Bruce just huffed, shaking his head, but smiled regardless. Kids these days…
—8—
"Hey Cass," Tim greeted with clear laziness in his tone, slouched into the large bed. He sat up, putting his phone aside onto Cassandra's bedside table. "I have an idea."
"Why… why are you in my room?" Okay, valid question really.
"Don't worry about that. I just needed to talk to you." He awkwardly dodged the question, bringing back up his point. "We should team up and prank everyone." He had his hands together like a cartoon super-villain.
"Nerd." Cass smiled, sitting on the beanbag across from the bed. Okay, rude. "What kind of prank?"
Tim gestured to the large mirror in the room, standing up from the bed. "Stand next to me real quick?"
Cass, already seeming to know where this was going, got up and situated herself by Tim.
She smiled and pointed at their reflections. "Twins."
Tim huffed a small laugh and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we do look similar." Muttering, he blew a long portion of his hair out of his face. Cass copied him, blowing her bangs away.
"Prank will be easy." She declared, already excited to mess with the others. Everyone knew she could be chaotic, everyone but Bruce at least. According to him, she could do no wrong. She didn't mind, the favoritism was nice, and she never got blamed for anything.
"Only difference is our eye color, though." Tim noticed, pointing out how down Cass's eyes were. They were like a doe's eyes—pretty and unassuming.
"Others won't notice. Except Dad." Cass shrugged. "You wear contacts."
"Why will Bruce notice?" Tim questioned. He hadn't interacted with Bruce yet, not where he confuses him for Cassandra at least.
Cass, ever unhelpful, just shrugged. Tim rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. I'm not wearing contacts." He decided, hating the feeling of something in his eyes, it was uncomfortable. "Let's just switch clothes or something, I think our styles are similar enough."
Cass nodded, determined. "Let's do it." She went over to the closet, throwing the doors open before picking out a few things to chuck at Tim.
—8—
"Cain, I request your assistance with something."
Damian, one of the least subtle idiots ever—not necessarily, somehow snuck up on Tim. A Tim who was holding very hot coffee in a mug which is dangerously full. The dangerously full mug spilled.
"Ah shit!" He yelped, hissing as the heated liquid burned his hand. He muttered several swears under his breath as he practically ran to the sink to put the burn under cold water.
"Drake? Tsk, clumsy as ever." Okay, fuck you Damian.
"Screw off, demon brat. Hell do you even want."
"I don't need anything from you. I'm looking for Cass."
"Well she ain't here, dummy."
Damian huffed, expression something almost confusion and doubt as he turned and left.
Tim sighed, just annoyed he had to deal with this burn.
—8—
At night, Cass and Tim switched vigilante gear. They had similar builds so it wouldn't be hard to fool people. Only issue was how much they spoke in costume.
Black Bat snuck into the dark building though the already broken windows, not staying as quiet as they typically would on previous nights. It was a rather simple mission:
Sneak into the dingy warehouse where some drugs were being transported, beat up the lame henchman, and hopefully be in and out without something strange happening.
Black Bat stuck close to the dark corners, the moonlight failing to illuminate everything inside. They listened closely and were on high alert when people opened up the large doors. They were talking.
"—think the bats are gonna show up t'night?" One of them questioned, voice a bit higher and hesitant. Even his stance was of someone who was new and unsure about their path in life, he looked young too.
"Shh! Don't jinx it." The lady hissed, hand shooting up to cover the guy's mouth, her voice low and almost throaty, deeper than the traditional feminine voice for sure. "If the bats do show up, you're to blame."
"R..right. Sorry Miss." The newbie muttered, scratching the back of his head as they pulled crates in with some sort of trolley cart.
The crates were pulled in until they reached the furthest wall from the door, making idle chats while doing so. Black Bat could tell this lady was clearly just doing this more money, the guy was likely the same.
Because if they cared about this gig, they would've scoped out the place first. If they cared, they would've noticed a certain Bat jumping down and easily ambushing them.
Black Bat dropped down, the shadows covering them from view as they landed behind the henchman (and henchwoman), easily giving them both chops to the neck before they even were aware of what was going on.
Turning on their comm, they were about to report when someone interrupted them.
"Cass? Why's your tracker over in Anchor? Aren't you supposed to be in—"
Black Bat cleared their throat, and the comms cleared. Well.. crap. Now they actually had to talk. Screw it, just use as few words as possible.
"Found the drugs."
"Oh shit— okay we'll come to you then." That was Dick. That's fine, they just had to stay until someone else showed up.
—2—
"That was a really fast mission Cass—what."
The real Cassandra just happened to come down to the cave at the exact moment everyone hopped out of their vehicles.
Cassandra smiled, almost giggling, "All of you got pranked."
"What? What do you mean we got pranked—" Jason questioned immediately, yanking his helmet off.
Batman was the last to get out of his car, his cape bellowing behind from the movement.
He didn't say anything, just walking past Black Bat and pulling their mask off.
"Ow, Bruce! Could you be more gentle-? The adhesive ain't good for my skin—"
"Tim?!" Whelp, crap.
The mentioned boy laughed nervously. "Hey guys…"
"But- I thought-?"
"Dummy." Cass, so rude.
Bruce hummed, amused, as he pulled off his cowl.
"Good job, Tim, Cass."
"Whaddaya mean 'Good job'?" Jason narrowed his eyes, walking over to Bruce. "You knew?!"
"Of course I knew."
"We actually had a question about that." Tim pointed out, gesturing between himself and Cass. "How could you tell? No one else could."
Bruce raised an eyebrow and turned around with the dramatic flair only Batman could possess.
"Because I'm Batman."
Tim and Cass shared a glance, one unimpressed, the other clearly humored.
"God, He's lame."