“Hey, Rose?" Cassie said, walking into the gym and leaning against the doorframe. "Do you have a sec?"
Rose half-turned her head, letting the fists she was using to pummel the punching bag in front of her into shreds drop. "Shoot.”
“It, uh, actually might take more than a second," Cassie said, scratching the base of her neck. "Look, just work out later, okay? I need to talk to you."
Rose raised an eyebrow at that before ultimately shrugging, taking off her earbuds and grabbing her towel. “Sure. But I was in the middle of my routine, so this better be important."
"It's important to me," Cassie retorted, crossing her arms and looking away, an inexplicable flush coming over her face. "You, um, remember that time you used that Regulator guy on Amy and me?"
Rose's face darkened. “Look, if this is about whether or not we should invite Bombshell back to the team, then..
"No, it isn't about that," Cassie said, tucking a lock of her own hair behind her ear and looking away. “It's about what happened after that, actually. When you, um, grabbed me by the throat and pointed a knife at me.”
Rose frowns. “Don't tell me you have nightmares about that or something. I barely even touched you.”
"No, not nightmares." Cassie scratched her neck, steadfastly looking anywhere but at Rose. "I……. that is.…. I was just wondering if…”
Rose put a hand on her hip. "Just spit it out, Cass."
"Is there any way you could, um, do that again?"
Rose blinked. Cassie blinked. Outside, a pigeon flies into the window and dies.
"Do that again?" Rose repeated, like she might've just misheard her. "What, holding a knife against your throat?"
"Yes, actually," she said, turning to glare at Rose before sighing and leaning her head back against the doorframe. “Oh, whatever. Go ahead, make your stupid snarky comment so we can just forget this ever happened and move on."
"I don't think so,' Rose says, her lips curling into a smirk. She walks up to Cassie and grabs her chin lightly between her thumb and her index finger, turning her head to face her before leaning in close to her ear. I think you're going to tell me exactly what it is you want me to do, wonder bitch."
"I want you to hold a knife to my throat as you fuck me," Cassie murmured huskily, shivering at her own words. "And I want it to be real. I want to be able to bleed if you screw up."
"Who says I'd be the one screwing up in this situation?" Rose's breath was hot against her ear, as was the hand that's suddenly sliding down her thigh. “You're perfectly capable of hurting yourself all on your own, little miss condescending princess.
Cassie closed her eyes. "Rose.”
"Unless you want me to break the guy out of jail and make him watch—“ Cassie shuddered “—I'm not sure how I'm supposed to make that happen, wonder bitch,” Rose admitted, leaning back and swiping her thumb over Cassie's lips. "It's not like you have a kryptonite or something I could use."
Cassie bit her lip, briefly debating the wisdom of giving Rose this kind of information before eventually acquiescing to her own desires. "Actually, we kind of do."
Rose raised an eyebrow. “We?"
"The Amazons," she clarified, dismissing the mental image of an angry Donna screaming herself hoarse at her for revealing their one weakness to anyone outside the tribe by mentally reminding her she's not technically an Amazon. "We do have a kryptonite. It's, um, being tied up."
Rose blinked. Cassie blinked. Outside, there was a loud crash and an equally loud yell as Bart slipped on the kitchen rug at super-speed and crashed into the counter. This happened at least three times a week. No one had bothered to move the rug yet.
"You're kidding."
"I'm not," Cassie sighed, pushing her hair back with a hand. “I know it sounds like was made up by some guy with a bondage fetish but if we're tied up by someone we're, um, attracted to, we lose all of our powers."
Rose's one eye twinkled in amusement, smug. "Attracted to, huh?"
"Shut up," Cassie scoffed, hitting Rose in the arm. “You know I'm attracted to you, dummy, I'm your girlfriend."
"I know." Rose's grin widened and she leaned forward, tracing Cassie's bottom lip with her thumb. “Still, never hurts to hear it more than-*ow*! Did you just fucking *bite* me, you skank?!"
Cassie grinned. It had been more of a teasing nip, really, but maybe Rose was just not as tough as she looked. “Don't grab what you can't handle."
"Oh, I'm gonna handle you," Rose retorted darkly, turning Cassie around and shoving her against the wall before snatching her lasso.
"So how much of you needs to be tied up for this little trick to work, anyway?"
"Just loop it around my legs or something," Cassie instructed, grinning when Rose kneels down to do just that before straightening back up. "I want to have my arms free."
"Right." Experimentally, Rose pinches Cassie's arm and is gratified by a sharp intake of breath. Looks like it's working, then. So there was no need to keep testing it.
Rose let that thought hang in the air for less tan a second before going ahead and pinching Cassie's ass this time, much harder than she’d pinched her arm, just to be mean.
"Ow!" Cassie complained. "Stop that!"
Rose snorted. "Or what?'
*Or-" Cassie began, but is cut off by her own surprised yelp as Rose smacks her on the ass.
"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this," Rose purred, and Cassie shivered at the dark tone of her voice. “Just you wait. I have so many ideas I wanna try. But first..”
~~
Tim had been having a good day. A very good day, in fact. He was no longer team leader, Damian was nowhere in sight, and he had finally managed to have sex with somebody the night before without the world ending. Not only that, but Kon had finally agreed to stop calling him skaterboy90004x in public after much, much arguing. He was having such a good day that he spontaneously decided to work out for the first time in a while. Not train. Just workout. Just do some weights, run some miles, maybe do a push-up or two if he could manage it. It sounded nice.
That was until he walked into the gym to see a lingerie-clad Rose cleaning a knife in front of a very red-looking Cassie, who, upon closer inspection, was revealed to be completely naked, her modesty preserved only by the fact she was lathered head to toe in whipping cream.
Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. Her head was free. It was just the rest of her that was…
The rest of his brain caught up to Tim’s detective cortex, as he liked to call it, and he blinked. “Uh…”
Both Cassie and Rose’s heads whirled around to stare at him, blinking back in surprised. Cassie blinked. Rose blinked. Tim blinked. Somewhere beyond the room-to-floor glass wall, a very sinister-looking Deathstroke planted his feet against the glass, keeping his hands on the rope of his grappling hook. The super-villainous super-villain peered inside, and he blinked too, before having an instantaneous heart attack, falling thirty stories, and dying as a smear on the sidewalk. No one inside noticed, being otherwise preoccupied.
“This is not what it looks like,” Cassie tried after a long pause, which if true, would frankly only make it worse, because, well, if it wasn’t what it looked like, *what the fuck was it*?
“Yes it is,” Rose said, grinning. “Wanna watch?”
Cassie’s head turned accusingly, her face turning a shade of red previously only seen in the deepest layers of hell. “*Rose*!”
Rose rolled her one eye good-naturedly. “Just kidding, wonder bitch, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” She winked at Tim—or blinked, maybe, it was actually kind of hard to tell with the eyepatch—her grin widening,. “Close the door on your way out, skater boy. I’m going to lick your girlfriend clean.”
For some reason, he gets the urge to correct that instead of immediately sprinting out of the room and pulling a Rose on both his eyes—preferably after rinsing them with boiling water. “To be clear, me and Cassie never actually dated, we just…”
“GET THE FUCK OUT TIM!”
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