(Test) Cass Cain

[l33t_winged_bat]

A drop reaches her lip and Barbara Gordon-Grayson tastes the brine of her own sweat. She sucks in a harsh breath between her teeth. The bars she hoists herself up on feel slick under her hands, despite the powder she put on them - what? An hour ago? Two?

There's an annoying strand of red tangling in front of her eye. It's glued to forehead. She wills it aware and leans forward. One more step. One more

Step.

One -

More -

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[oncesilentbat]

Cass has been sitting not far from all this, keeping an eye on Barbara's progress. This was preferable to practicing reading, words lied, bodies did not. So the thin book sits on her lap, closed and untouched. It's frustrating in all the wrong ways, frustration in training she can handle, this is a whole different brand, one she's unaccustomed to.

As she watches Babs take the last few steps, already seeing that her body isn't going to let anything more than the next step happen, Cass gets up and moves quickly over with a slightly concerned look. It's after the fall that she reaches out to gently push Babs's shoulder with a look in her eyes that asked 'alright?'.